Sunday
11am
I feel like I have been hit on head with a hammer. O Godddd…. I must have worse bags than yesterday. I think I will just lie here and spare the world the pain of having to look at me. That is a very good plan.
30 seconds later
I just rolled over and saw Dave sitting on James' camp bed.
"Happy one week anniversary gorgeous..."
"DAVE! Don't watch me sleep!"
"You watch me!"
"Yeah because you interesting when you sleep!"
"So are you!"
"I don't talk…"
"Yeah but you look so beautiful and-"
Blushy face. Hahaha.
"And?"
"Nevermind. Come eat brekkie."
"No. I am wallowing in my bed of pain and confusionosity."
"Then I will wallow with you." And he climbed in my bed. He's not saying anything. We just lying here.
5 minutes later
"Dave?"
"Huh? Oh yeah. Gee?"
"I don't know what to do!"
"Eat brekkie?"
Why is food the answer to everything with boys?
"There is no food in this house."
"I'll take you out."
"Um ok."
Then Libby ran into my room with the cats attached to her like little furry whatsits and James being dragged behind her, dressed in my heels, a 'Kiss me, I'm Irish' apron and lots of make-up. Where is the normalosity?
"LOOK JAMESIE bed snogging! Ginger, Davey, come quickly! Uncle Eggy has NAAAICE surprise!"
And she ran out the room. She forgot James.
Dave said, "Holy, what is wrong with you?"
James said, "Liberty is very violent."
And went to wash his face. I will never wear my heels again. James probably has foot-lurkers. Erlack!!
"I guess we have to go see the surprise."
10 minutes later
I don't bloody believe it. Uncle Baldy has been kicked out of his apartment and needs a place to stay so Vati has invited him to live with us until he finds a new place. He already brought all his stripper gear. As I said to Dave, there is no justice in the world. The olds have all gone out to celebrate. They took Libby with them and James has gone to go meet the girl he was with last night. I am going to go get changed.
Half an hour later
Snogging Dave on my bed. It's brilliant. I came out of the bathroom and he was sitting on my bed. I sat next to him and he just started snogging me, it was a bit of a soft kiss but it got really passionate and he was soon lying on top of me, snogging the life out of me. There was a lot of lip nibbling and deffo some virtual number 8. I did that moany thing and Dave snogged me harder. He wasn't letting me breath. He lifted his head a couple of times for him to breath but it was never long enough for me to breath. Then I rolled us over and sat up on top of him.
"What a nice anniversary present."
I did this thing were I leaned just above his face but I didn't snog him. He kept leaning up to snog me but I just leaned back a bit so he couldn't reach.
3 minutes later
Still won't let Dave snog me. He's getting quite annoyed. Teehee. But it is my revenge for him not letting me breath.
5 minutes later
Dave just rolled us over really quick and started snogging my neck and collar bone. It's beyond marvy. Then he started snogging my mouth again. Number 6.
1 minute later
6 ½.
2 minutes later
6 ¾.
5 minutes later
7.
10 minutes later
8! That makes it an 8 ½! Dave did the moany thing and Angus did his Bite-Dave game. Dave never fell off the bed. But he leaned off me and looked at me.
15 minutes later
Oh I get it! He's doing what I did! I will not fall for it. I will lie here like le sex kitty.
10 minutes later
Dave gave up and snogged me.
15 minutes later
ERLACK!! JAMES WALKED IN ON US!! Me and Dave got up and ran out of the house. God, in all the snogging I forgot how hungry I am. We are going to Luigi's.
Luigi's
It turns out the Foxwood lads also have to go to the fire demonstration tomorrow. Qu'est-ce que ça peut bien faire ! We all know this will end in disaster. When we arrived at Luigi's Rollo was sitting at a table in the corner, scribbling down something.
"Lyrics. That's his 'creativity book'. He takes it out in class. A lot."
It was a big, sketch book. With a black cover covered in tippex. Rollo was concentrating really hard and had a art pencil in his hand. A waitress walked up to him and he gave her a look so cold I thought her nungas would fall off from frostbite. She walked away really fast and Rollo immediately carried on doing what ever he was up to.
"He doesn't like to be disturbed when he is sketching or writing."
We sat down and the same waitress came and took our order. She looked a bit scared. Dave was in a good mood from snogging and was making me laugh like a loon.
10 minutes later
Still laughing like a loon. Dave really is a laugh. It turns out he has a brother the same age of Libby and he is also mad. That is why Dave is so good around Libby. Dave was in the middle of telling me a story about when Matt (his brother) brought Dave's Mutti a dead mouse he found when I looked up and saw Rollo looking at us again. O Godddd… I stopped laughing and Dave turned around to see what I was looking at. Rollo didn't even notice. He just stared at me. It was a bit stalker. Clearly Rollo had no idea that staring at people is a bit rudey-dudey. And why should he? I bet no girl's ever complained before. I heard a bunch of girls behind me talking about him…
"God look at those eyes!"
"No, no his whole face!"
"And he's looking this way!"
"EEEEKK!!"
"Hey isn't he that singer from last night?"
"Yeah! Wasn't it Rollo or something?"
"I think so… God he is so… fit."
I looked at Rollo, yeah he was fit. He had black hair. It was always styled the same way, slightly spiked. His face was the opposite of Dave's, Dave had an open, friendly face with a nice little nose and big brown eyes. Dave was handsome in a naughty boy way. Rollo on the other hand had a dangerous face, all his features were sharp. He had high cheekbones and light blue/gray eyes. His face was always very intense. It was a serious handsome face. Like that model errr… Dennis Manzoni I think.
5 minutes later
Still staring at me. You can't see his eyes, they in shadow. Dave is getting a bit agitated.
"Gee, I think we should go…"
"I haven't eaten yet."
"Oh right. Is he still staring at us?"
"Yeah. It's a bit scary potatoes."
"You have no idea, I think I can get him to stop though,"
Dave turned around like a turny thingy, "OY, ROLLO, I KNOW I'M GORGEOUS BUT, PLEASE, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!"
"All done."
"'S NOT YOU, RETARD, 'S GEORGIA!"
"STAY AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!"
All the giggly girls behind us stared at me and Dave. Rollo was clearly getting tired of screaming so he came and sat by us.
"We gonna get kicked out, Dave. What the hell were you thinking screaming like that?"
"I guess I'll answer your question with a question of my own… why were you staring at Georgia like that?"
"I'm not telling you."
"You have too."
"I won't"
They went on and on for ages. Rave on loons. I picked up Rollo's book and started paging through it. Giddy God it was heavy. There was one sketch of a girl holding a rose. It was in black pencil and the girl was looking straight into the 'camera' (no, dimbo, he didn't draw in a camera, the girl was facing forwards) and Rollo had somehow made it seem as if she was angry, upset and vulnerable all at the same time. Which was weird because her body language and facial expressions stayed neutral. It was something in her eyes. I couldn't look away, it was like sticky-eyes with a drawing. She looked familiar. I realized that Rollo and Dave had both stopped arguing and were looking at me. Dave looked really surprised (he was staring at the sketch) and Rollo just did that starey thing. I looked at the girl one last time and tried to turn the page but Rollo snatched the book out of my hands.
"'s private. My lyrics."
"You draw beautifully. I especially like the one of the girl."
"You do?"
"Yeah."
"It's my favorite too." He was looking at me really carefully. Like he thought I was telling pork pies. Or like I was going to laugh at him.
Dave was looking at Rollo.
"I've never seen your sketches."
"I don't want people to see them."
"Georgia saw them. And I'm supposed to be your best friend."
"You are."
"Then why don't I get to look?"
"Because they private."
"Georgia saw them."
"I know."
Though he was talking to Dave he was still doing the starey thing to me. I was starting to go that attractive shade of beetroot.
"Why can't I see them?"
"They private Dave."
"Yet Georgia gets to see whatever she wants in your bloody book, ey?"
"She can't see my lyrics."
"Oh yes, the precious lyrics."
Rollo ignored Dave and looked me straight in the eye.
"I wrote that song. The one I sang last night."
"Dave said you did."
"I did."
Dave was getting really annoyed at being ignored and said loudly, "Ah yes Rollo's extremely private lyrics. So private that only the whole of Late and Live could listen to them."
All the gigglers giggled.
"That's different."
"Sure, ok then."
"It's the truth!"
"I'm sick of arguing. Gee, tell us about that fire demonstration the very cheerful and fun Elvis is giving. I remember from my clothes horse fiasco that he takes fire safety very seriously, am I right?"
And I told them about the 'Jas is on fire' thing. Dave had his arm around me and Rollo was still staring at us. I'll snog Dave. Just to show him that Dave isn't the only luurved up one in the relationship.
2 minutes later
Me and Dave were snogging when Rollo cleared his throat.
"Goosegog extraordinaire."
"Sorry, Rollo, some times. You know." I did giggly thing. The gigglers behind us seemed to have shut up since Rollo joined us and were earwigging. Lovely.
"No I don't know. Why can't you two just not snog for more than 5 minutes?"
"Because I love Georgia and Georgia loves me."
"Doesn't mean you have to snog every 5 minutes. I love someone yet I can control myself."
"Well I can't."
"What if I can't?"
"I don't know."
Rollo glared at Dave.
"And another thing Rollo, if we such good friends why did I only find out you love someone last night along with everyone else?"
"Because you would never understand."
And he walked out.
"Drama queen."
"Pretty much."
"Do you know who that drawing was of?"
"No. she looked familiar though."
"You."
"How can you tell?"
"The gigantibus nungas and conk. Also she was in your uni."
"Don't mock my conk!!"
"Sorry Gee, but it is a bit on the generous side…"
"You are very mean."
"I love your conk!"
I glared at him.
"I really do! It has character!"
The waiter ambled over
"Sorry we out of eggs."
Bloody hell I had ordered half an hour ago!! I think she was scared of Rollo!
20 minutes later
We left Luigi's and went to the park. We just sat there holding hands. I put my head on Dave's shoulder. My body was still attached to my head you loons. I don't mean I broke off my head and put it on Dave's shoulder. That would be weird. And gross.
"Oh my God."
"What?"
"Gee, Rollo's busy in his book again under the tree! It's like his stalking us! But he gets here first! What in the name of PANTS?"
"Lets just go home then, before he sees us."
We were doing sneaky outey quitey when Jas'n'Tom emerged from a ramble in the woods.
"GEE! DAVE!"
Yes hello Jas. And one eye browed Hunky. Nice of you to ruin our escape.
"We almost didn't see you there!"
Rollo was staring at me again. Probably thinking Dave and I are doing tandem stalking. He got up and ambled over.
"Yeah I didn't see you either."
Jas screamed, "ROLLO!!"
God, her and Hunky must have done some truly fantastic snogging to make her this happy. Or found more moss.
"You'll NEVER guess what happened!"
I said politely, "You and Tom got to number 10?"
All the guys looked mighty confuzled and Jas went red.
"NO!!"
"You found an endangered newt?"
"Errr… yeah. How did you guess?"
"I know you to well, mon peite pal."
"What have you and Dave been up to?"
Rollo said, "Snogging."
"No! We went for lunch/brekkie but Rollo scared the waiter and she only told us when he left that they had no eggs left."
"I scared her? What did I do?"
"You scared the pants off of her when she tried to take your order!"
"Right. But I was busy."
"Sure. But me and Gee are celebrating our anniversary!"
Jas said, "You've only been official a week."
"Exactly!!"
"Well me and Tom were just on a ramble. OOOOHHH GEE! I almost forgot to tell you! Ellen's gone official with Justin and one of Tom's friends wants to go out with Jools! He's really fit!" she looked at Rollo but he was doing the stare-at-Georgia thing.
"Errr… that's great. Uncle Eddy moved in. Temporarily."
"Oh my God!"
"I know."
"Well me and Tom are going to my house now to report our newt sighting."
"Yeah me and Dave have to go-"
Rollo said, "Snog."
"No! Help El Baldy move in."
"No. Snog. That's all you two ever do."
"NO ROLLO! We do lots of other things!"
"No you don't."
"Rollo, mate, smile and the world laughs at you!"
"What?"
"Be happy. Or face the wrath of the Laughinator."
And we walked away. Leaving Rollo behind.
"The Laughinator?"
"Yeah!"
"Dave, I thought you were the Vati."
"I am! And Jack the Biscuit! But I am also the Laughinator!"
Then he did this really crap Arnie impersonation and scared a couple pensioners. They gripped their bags really tight and ran to the other side of the road. It really made me laugh.
Home
Uncle Eddy has taken over. There is his junk EVERYWHERE! Me and Dave ran up to my room. We were just talking again like we did before we were going out. Dave was tralking in a French accent. I don't know why. But he was. And it was a really crap accent.
"I 'ave a tres tres amusant idea, mon cherie!"
"Quoi?"
"We 'ave to take Uncle Eddy's beloved ABBA wig!"
"Ah, but David, it eez his comedic wig! Ee uses it in heez routine!"
"Exactomondo!"
10 minutes later
We have the wig. But now we don't know what to do it with it. Dave is wearing and prancing around my room. Boys are truly mad. He is singing the well known national anthem of Dave's Pant's Land, "The Hills are Alive with the Sound of PANTS!". James's has slimed in and is just watching Dave.
10 minutes later
Dave seems be acting out McUseless. But the Pants version. I fear for his sanity. The phone is ringing.
30 seconds later
I screamed to Vati, "No, no. Do not get up and answer the phone! Rest yourself! I'll just leave my guests and go all the way down stairs!"
"GEORGIA GET THE BLOODY PHONE!"
That's nice. Isn't it?
"Hello?"
"Gee? It's Jas."
"Hi Jas!"
"You've already said hello."
"But I didn't say hello to you. I didn't know who I was saying hello to."
"You still said hello."
"I know."
"Twice. You sound like a retard."
"Jas?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
"…"
There were some sucky noises. Please don't tell me Fringey and One Eye-browed Hunky were snogging.
"Jas what are you doing?"
"Shutting up."
She is sooo annoying!
"What did you phone for?"
"To tell you that I think when Rollo sang that song last night, he was singing to you."
She's a bit slow. My extremely dim friend.
"Nooooo! You think so?"
"Yeah!!"
Who can't get sarcasm.
"He wrote that song."
"Really? How do you know?"
"Dave told me. and so did Rollo."
At the mention of his name, Dave screamed out, "Coming, darhling!" and ran towards me in Uncle Baldy's wig and the 'Kiss me, I'm Irish' apron. He grabbed the phone and started singing 'Dancing Queen' to Jas. Angus got a bit over excited and jumped on Dave.
"Gee? What the hell was that?"
"Dave. In a blonde afro wig and an apron. And now Angus is attacking the wig."
"Why?"
"I don't know… I think he is on the turn! I found him reading a boy entrancing book and he has an obsession with my eyeliner!"
"I AM NOT ON THE TURN!!"
"No, I meant why did Angus attack the wig?"
"I don't know!"
"I think your cat has psychological issues, Gee."
Typico. My boyfriend has gone mad and his best friend loves me and all my supposed besty can think about is animals.
"I think so too, Jas. But you didn't phone me to discuss Angus, or Dave."
"Yeah… I was wondering about Rollo-"
Dave started singing again and all the olds joined in.
"DANCING QUEEN! FEEL THE TOUCH OF MY TAMBORINNNNEEE!!"
Tres tres annoying.
"Jas just come over."
"I can't, Tom's here."
"Bring him. And you didn't tell him about Rollo did you?"
"No! I didn't tell him that Rollo is in love with you!"
And then I heard Tom go, "WHAT!!"
"He's in your room isn't he?"
"Um… yeah. Sorry Georgia."
What a idiot of the first water.
"You owe me Midget Gems. 3 packs."
"Sorry. We'll be there in half an hour."
Bloody useless besty. Dave was still being mad. And all the olds were encouraging him. Jas was right, besides him having no gigantibus nungas or conk, he fitted right in.
"DAVE! Why are you wearing an apron?!"
"LIBBY!!"
"No Dave, I think you wore it because you wanted to. Because you are on the turn."
"NO!! I am not on the turn!"
"You could be…"
He snogged me. I went all jelliod.
"Still think I'm on the turn?"
"Nunnngh."
"You see? I am still the Vati."
I was going to say that he is the Vati. But I had jelly for brain.
"Norsh. Dave. Snog!"
And snog he did.
20 minutes later
Thankfully Dave has taken off the apron but won't take off the wig. He is showing quite a bit of Eddy in him. Wearing wigs and prancing. And a bit of Vati too with his apron and ABBA obsession. This is very bad. He could grow a beardy thing and become a Laugh-o-Gram. O Goddddd…
"Dave, you are showing very Vati/Uncle Eddy qualities."
"I am not!"
I looked pointedly at his wig.
"NO!"
"You are not considering becoming a Laugh-o-Gram are you?"
"No!"
"Or growing a beardy whatsit?"
"NO!"
"Good."
"Gee, you are being very judgmental towards me today."
He did puppy eyes. O God's pajamas he could do them like no one I know. I wanted to give him the entire contents of my purse. Which is not saying much because it is empty. But if it had money in it, I would give it to Dave if he looked at me like that. I felt sooo bad!
"Sorry Dave."
"I am not going to forgive you that easily. You have to say, Dave you are sexy beyond belief and I have no idea how I control myself around you! You are the reason I get out of bed in the morning! I am a slave to you!"
"No."
"You have to. Otherwise I won't forgive you." He was still doing puppy eyes.
"Fine." I said his stupid speechy thing. At the end he looked at me from under his eyelashes.
"Really Gee?"
"Yes."
And then we snogged.
That's when Eddy walked in.
"GET IN THERE MY SON!!"
Me and Dave leaped apart like two leapy things at a leaping contest. Then we turned to stare at Eddy.
"Wow! Dave! Nice work!"
We just stared at El Baldy. He started to dance. A fat, drunk man dancing is very scary. Especially if he is as bald as a coot. Two coots in fact. Thankfully the doorbell rang. Me and Dave bolted for it.
Jas said, "Dave? Why are you wearing a wig?"
"It is the traditional Jack the Biscuit hat."
"Uncle Eddy wears it. Does that mean he is Jack the Biscuit?"
"No."
We let the Vole Couple in and Tom looked like he wanted to run when he saw Eddy. I am not surprised. That much baldness could scare a normal person. But we had already started to go towards my room.
20 minutes later
We are all sitting on my bed. Jas is feeding me Midget Gems and Hunky is trying to do psychoanalysis on Angus. Angus doesn't like it and keeps trying to bite Tom. Dave is lying on my lap. Which naturally means I am stroking his hair. Jas is staring at us.
"What are you looking at?"
"Just you and Dave." Wow. Really? I never thought of that.
"Why?"
"Because I still can't believe you are in a mature relationship that doesn't involve mind games or stalking."
Dave snorted, "Us? Mature?"
"Well, no. It's just you're both so much more happier. You don't just snog. You talk and, er, be weird! And you have to always be together. It's like you a proper couple. Not just in a silly relationship because it's beneficial to your reputation. But like you both genuinely love each other."
Dave whispered, "I do love Georgia."
"And I do love Dave." I whispered back.
I bent down and gave Dave a little kiss. Just a little one. And he smiled. He was so gorgey when he smiled. I smiled and we did that starey thingy.
"You see!!"
Jas jumped up and ruined mine and Dave's starey thingy.
"What?"
"I feel like a goosegog and you aren't even snogging! Just looking at each other! It's like being around you two makes me a goosegog! And you not even trying to snog!"
"Um… ok."
"Oh my God! Gee you actually have a serious boyfriend! Like one you actually know! And love! It's like me and Tom! Except no rambling and more er, having silly, immature fun! Or like Rosie and Sven! Just no madness!"
Then Tom got into the swing of the point-out-the-obvious convo and came to stand by Jas, "I was thinking the same thing about Dave!"
What are they, telepathetic idiots? Jas came over to me and gave me a hug.
"I am sooo happy for you Gee! No more rack of luurve!"
Dave got up off my lap. "We not getting married Jas!"
"I know! Not yet anyway! But I am just sooo happy that Georgia is happy! And you made her happy! God thank you Dave!"
And she gave Dave a hug.
"Have you been eating those forest mushrooms?"
And she didn't even get angry at Dave! She just looked at us all smiley. She didn't even want me to go out with Dave! She kept saying I was a promiscuous tart! It was quite unnerving.
5 minutes later
Tom came and sat next to us.
"Tell me bout this Rollo stuff now."
I am so vair vair tired. I'll let Dave do it. I snuggled down onto Dave. For such a built bloke, he was very comfy. He put his arms around me.
"Tell me!"
"Dave you do it."
10 minutes later
Tom is just pacing. It's vair annoying. I may have to call Nervous Vole People (And Where To Send Them) aka NVPWTST. It is tres annoying when you are trying to snuggle. Yes, I am still snuggled onto Dave. He kissed the top of my head. Uncle Eddy suddenly burst in, "GEORGIA! DAVE! Not snogging for once I see?! Come and say goodbye to your cousin!" and he ran out.
Tom stopped pacing, "He scares me."
"Yeah, mate, he takes some time getting used to. When I first met him he started doing his routine."
"Routine?"
"He's a novelty stripper. A Baldy-o-Gram."
"Oh my God!!"
Now I see how grateful I should be that Dave is as cool as le cucumber when it comes to my family. Tom was refusing to come out my room. Dave just ran out and started singing 'Dancing Queen' again. All the olds joined in and it was a bit of a kumbaya moment vis a vis Dave and family acceptance. James was all packed and Dave slapped him on the back and said, "May the PANTS be with you." Then he pranced back up to my room.
"James, your spaceship has arrived, please get in it."
And I followed Dave. When I got to my room Jas and Tom were doing tandem psychoanalysis on Angus. I sincerely hope that me and Dave are not like them.
"Have you thought about what we should do viv a vis Rollo?"
"Nah, he's stuffed." Thanks Hunky.
"What do I do though?"
"Ummm… do what you doing now. Be nice in a friendly, I love Dave way. And don't encourage him. Make sure he knows you only like him as a friend. We'll all watch out for you and make sure, well, you know. Rollo's very smooth that way."
That was possibly the best advice I had ever received. I gave Tom a hug. Just as I did Eddy bounded in again.
"Not this one too Georgia! Dave you like this? I wouldn't stand for it! I would give him the old one-two!"
"GO AWAY!!"
"I have post for you."
He gave me a letter and waited.
"Go away now. Don't you have something better to do?"
"KARAOKE! David! I challenge you! Then he stole back his wig and ran out. I opened my letter…
3 minutes later
Another Rollo letter. It was more lyrics.
Beautiful
Hey beautiful
You are the one for me
I look at you, you're all I see
You're like an addiction to me
I just can't look away
I think about you every day
Though I know it's wrong
Its not to me that you belong
I can't help it
I can't help it
Good Lord knows I can't help it
Ooooh beautiful
Yeah beautiful
You're like an addiction to me
Jas looked at it, "What a weird letter. Its saying the same things over and over again!"
"They are lyrics."
"Oh! I never knew you could write Dave!"
"I never sent that." Our friend Dave the Unlaugh.
Tom looked at Dave, "Its okay."
"No it's not ok! He's my bloody best friend and he sends this to my girlfriend!"
He was waving around the lyrics. Like a mad man possessed. He sat on my bed and put his head in his hands. O poo. I sat next to him and he pulled me into a backwards hug thing. He was squeezing the living daylights out of me!
"Errr… Dave?"
"Sorry Gee." And he loosened up a little. Jas'n'Tom were staring at us.
"Oh my God! He actually IS in love with Georgia! Remember what he told us once? He said that he would only ever show what's in his book to some girl he loved."
"Georgia saw it today. In Luigi's. There were sketches of Gee and everything."
Jas looked at me, "Oh my God!! He draws pictures of you, writes songs about you-"
Dave gave her a look, "Yeah, we know."
"Well… errr can he draw?"
"Yeah Jas. He really can draw." I said.
"Gee, what's the time?"
"Umm… 7pm."
"Me and Tom really have to go. Bye Gee!"
They pranced out. Me and Dave sat on the bed again. Dave (as usual) was lying on my lap. And I was stroking his hair.
"I love it when you do that Gee. It feels amazing."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I just want to pass out."
Half an hour later
I can't believe me and Dave have been lying here for half an hour! We were talking or snogging or ANYTHING! Just looking in each others eyes. Then Libby came in, "Davey, Ginger, food!" and she threw Tinned Beans at us, or James as she calls it. Bloody hell! I am going to get a bump the size of England on my head. Dave couldn't stop laughing. Libby picked up the beans and skipped out. Ouch buggeration! My head hurts like billio!
10 minutes later
The 'food' was some burnt toast.
10 minutes later
Dave has left. He needed food. I wish I could join him. That toast was a bit dodgy.
10 pm
The Prat Poodles are yodeling again. I have put my chest of drawers against the door again. I refuse to let Libby inside. I have to go meet Dave's parents tomorrow. I wonder what they will be like? Hmmm. I got that beautiful sketch stuck in my head. I wonder how the tune to the song goes? I must get my beauty sleep. Now. I am starting to resemble a vampire. And no one wants that. Except for those weird girls who think the pale, baggy eyed look is attractive. They seem to think some weird vampire is going to fall in love with them. Tres tres weird. Dave is so much better than any vampire. I highly doubt vampires can nib libble. Or look gorgey in a stripper wig. I would not know though because I have not read any weird vampire books. I have better things to do. Like snog Dave. Snoggy snog snog!