Thursday, 12th October 7.15

I've decided to write my own diary. Georgia's got one so why shouldn't I? She says the pages'll be blank and I'll have given up within a week, but I bet I've got more stuff to write about than her. What does she need to write about anyway? Her hair probably.

Maybe I'll ring her and ask what she writes about. Just so.you know, I know where to start.

7.17 God this is boring. What the hell does Georgia write about?

7.19 Rang Georgie

Her "Bonjour mon petite chein" Me "I wish you'd stop calling me "My Little Dog" in French" I was a bit huffy. I must be a saint to cope with having Georgia as a best friend. Hmmm.Saint Jas. I could sit on one of those throny things and act all noble. And have a stafe and an orb. As big as my hand.. "Jas.Jas." "Erm.yes." "Where did you go?" "No where" "You didn't speak" "No" Pause "Jas" "Oui?" "What are you doing?" "Just thinking.what kind of kick knacks do you think saints wear?" Click.

She'd hung up.

Huh! She is soooo rude sometimes! And I didn't even get to ask her about her Diary. I bet hers is crap. I bet it's double merd with a hefty slice of poo on the top. *Huff* That's why she wouldn't answer my question. Even if I had asked her, I bet she wouldn't have answered because she knows how marvy I am. And frankly, better than her in most aspects. Take boys for example - yes, I know Georgia is the best friend I could ever ask for, if man's best friend is a dog, then surly woman's best friend is Georgia Nicholson - Ermmm..anyway, yes.where was I.oh, right yes boys. Take tom.and then compare him to Robbie.

Okay, yes, the Robster has his own double cool with knobs on band, a car and the chance to be a tres glamourous pop king.but. Well.erm. Tom is sensible he likes working in his parents shop and the extra potatoes here and there *do* come in handy.

7.56 And I know where he's going. I mean Robbie is a bit old for a boyfriend. Maybe a Manfriend. He'll be jetting off to glamorisus places and she'll be stuck here, doing her geoggers homework. At least Tom and I can do are homework together. No matter how, "Saddo" Georgia call us.

7. 59 If he was the Pop King of Cool, then Georgie would be the official queen of cool. Hhmmm. Of course, Tom's Robbie's brother so that would that make him part of the Cool royal family, or just a Cool-in-law?

8.00 And I would of course be married to Tom, so shouldn't I have some stake in the Royal Cool Throne? I'm not sure Georgia's cool enough to join Family Cool quite yet. She snorts when she laughs. Sometimes. And sometimes, if she's laughing, and just happens to be eating, it's a big Snorting Spraying fest. Is that "cool"? No, I didn't think so.

9.15 I have cleansed and toned and applied a hydration facemask. Feeling good, looking - well, sort of green, like a massive cucumber in a bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. But a massive cucumber with brilliant pores and a soon to be fantastic complexion, none the less.

9.16 While waiting for the facemask from heaven to set. Or, dry.or whatever it is facemasks do, I decided to decorate my diary. Hmmm, I've seen Georgie's , it's orange. An okay orange, but a bit dull. Mines purple, it's very "Jas!" I'll write in big letters, "Jas's Diary" Or maybe, "The wonderful world of Jas" I wonder what Tom's doing right now.

9.17 I hope he's thinking about me.

9.19 Oh no! I was thinking about Tom.mmm, tom.! And accidentally wrote "Jas's Dairy" In big, shiny, curly letters all over my lovely new diary. Humf.

9.23 "Jas's Dairy".Maybe in another life, I was a milkmaid.