I'm watching Jerry Springer, the Opera. Ok, definitely going to go see this in London. Parents don't like it too much though. And now I've got inbred three nippled cousin fucker stuck in my head. Its never the nice songs that stay in my head, is it? Its always stuff like the Insane Clown Posse (I Stab People) or the Misfits (Helena - If I cut off your arms & I cut off your legs would you still love me anyway?) Then I get distracted in the library in my hall & start singing them. Then I wonder why people are looking at me funny.

Went out to dinner earlier at the Moat. The trouble with going there is I always see people I went to school with. Not the people I liked, either. Its always the bitchy ones who thought they owned the place. Fortunately they stopped picking on me by about year 11 because by then I went kickboxing. The good thing about doing any kind of martial arts isn't that everyone knows you can take people, its that YOU know you can do it, so, ironically, you can't be bothered. You just smile at them & imagine what you'd like to do to them. The last few years of school I just laughed in peoples faces who tried anything. Except the guy who pinched my arse. He got punched in the face.