STUPID, SHINY VOLVO DRIVER.

My copy of Eclipse came, after SO LONG of waiting. Although, I'm not sure whether or not I was worse off before.
Don't get me wrong- it's SO GOOD. SO GOOD IT HURTS. SO GOOD IT'S INFURIATING. AAAAAAARGH.
Edward Cullen is, as usual, his perfect self and Jacob Black is, as usual, NO COMPETITION. All the way through, I was just thinking "HA HA HA, sucks to be yoooou". Apart from the times I was crying, of course. Actually, I lie. I didn't cry at all. I'm far too hardcore for that. =D Or maybe it's just that I could tell what would happen, so nothing in it could upset me THAT much. Not like when Rudy died...

BUT LET'S NOT GET INTO THAT.

Megan had a partay on Thursday, which was immense. It was soooo good. And although we all went to school on Friday feeling like shit and had to have our photos taken, I could't have been happier. Actually, a couple more hours of sleep may have cemented the joy. But it was a good night. And I just found it so easy to get on with everyone there. Like at Leeds, I just liked EVERYONE. The Lady Manor's lot were made to seem so SCARY, but they're lovely. And, of course, there is everyone else, like Alice and Alice and Edith and Eleanor and Emma and Robyn and Frances and Krishna and Greg. Speaking of the last three...HA HA HA. I had almost forgotten how much fun a good old skirmish could be. Especially when I win. Which I almost always do, because people underestimate me. I'm stronger than I look. That's what comes of being the youngest and smallest (by a wide margin) of six children. Granted I didn't grow up with two of those, but the three that were left were definitely enough to contend with. At least enough to enable me to wrestle a harmonica of Krishna and accidentally- yes, guys, I just don't know my own strength XD- incapacitate Greg and Krishna. I think my stubbornness played a big part though. The boys weren't the only ones who were injured!
I must say that party was probably better than the one's we had in the holidays, if only cos everyone was there (except Marshy of course). And I like Megan, and her house. It's comfortable. It's not the kind of house I would be afraid of, like mine. My house always makes me laugh, because I realise sometimes just how much of a rarity having people round is. Like, once a year maybe, I have people round. And I don't mean for a party. I mean, people. Stopping round for more than five minutes. Not even necessarily people. Maybe just one person. ONCE A YEAR. I guess I already used up my quota for this year then. I think it makes me a little bit sad, because it's only because of my stepdad. I can't wait to leave. It will be easier then.

But until then, I have a year. A year is a long time. Especially without Parissa.

I should stop now, because otherwise I will repeat myself next week. You see, I have already forseen next week's blog. It will be a horrible, pathetic tirade of depressive, self-pitying shit. And then the week after I'll read it and laugh at myself. And then a couple of weeks later there will be another. Repeat the cycle until September 2008 when, with any luck (ha. Me. Luck.), I will finally get to do what I've dreamed of for years. Leave.

"I already know how strong you are. You didn't need to break the furniture." - from Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer