It's dark.

On the right - hand bottom - corner of my screen, the clock tells me it's 0:41. On a Sunday morning. I think .... I can't tell. Does the zero make it really late at night or really early in the morning? I guess it doesn't matter. I'm bored. I know I won't be able to sleep even if I try my hardest because the night has made me it's bitch/ given me bitch - ass insomnia. Shit, I have to go to ... somewhere ... sometime ... tomorrow. I know I'll be up until at least five, so let's hope whatever it is isn't important. The only thing stopping me from going insane in the silence is the music from my free Quantas - headphones.

But, crap, song's over. Quickly return to tab marked 'youtube' before I freak or before I can become interested in whatever the drunk teen outside my window is yelling/ throwing up.

How do you draw lolita - hair/clothes? Fucked if I know .... I'm trying, mashing together absurd pencil markings in n attempt to create a legible image of some worth. Ooh, 15-minute sketching is fun. I think I'll scan one - I need advice of hair. It's a bitch, trying to make cute hair cuts.

Aw, shitty - fuck. The A-button on my keyboard is stuffed ... again. I have to press harder than usual or nothing appears ... And the S - button ... And a few other keys ...

Whatever. I'll scan the sketch in the morning .... well, later today I guess. It's all good.

I have a bunch of assignments to do that I doubt I'll ever do, and considering they're due on Monday an I have some sort of 'mystery - outing' planned, I'm fucked ... Well, I'm a huge lazy bitch, so the teachers expect it by now. But fuck, I thought this as a year of breaking old habits ... And this all counts towards my SC (school certificate, a certificate only gained through high grades and pissy exams). Even though it's not nearly as important as the HSC (The Higher School Certificate. Basically one bitch - fucker of an exam / the single most important event of my high school life.) it's still something ... damn, I'm rambling. And swearing excessively. I'll try and stop (But we all know I won't).

Oh, Jeffley got a boyfriend (actually, he only just decided to tell me about his boyfriend, but whatever). Bitch, how come a /gay guy/ has had more girlfriends than me? -growls- The world is irrational and crual and one bitch - ass of a fucktard.

See you, um, later today???

FUUUUCK.

Love, Eliza.