Well, it's 7.30 and so far I've done absolutely nothing of note. I awoke at four o'clock after having only gone to bed at 8 this morning. Dad just ranted at me for about 15 minutes about how I'm just being a waste of space, how I'm doing nothing with my life and that I should be earning my keep.
He loves those auld talks.
One third of my Summer has past. That's a terrifying and sobering thought. A thought which I do not wish to maintain in my mind for fear of going insane and slaughtering people. Lots of people. Probably Africans. Most definately children.
I really rely on my friends. They're what make me happy. I suppose they're almost like my Horcruxes, I've placed a little piece of myself in each one of them. I have the group that I'm closest to, "the real Appletree committee" and if I had to choose a few people to spend time with in a zombie apocalypse, they'd be the ones.
There's Gráinne. As well as being my girlfriend, she's also a bestfriend and basically my saviour. When times were bad for me, it was her who got me back on to the right path. She's my confidante and she really is amazing. She writes me little love letters that brighten up my dark days more effectively than the desert sun and gives hugs that are more cuddly than a teddy bear. She's amazingly beautiful, with brown eyes that sparkle with wisdom, soft lips, a beautiful soothing face and a statuesque body. She's still a massive fail though. (:
There's Niamh. If I'm not laughing at her child abuse jokes, I'm probably beating her up. Niamh is a pretty damn excellent friend. She was playing in a music recital thingy yesterday and I have to say, I was pretty proud of her. I'm not sure why though because she was shit. I can't be too noce to her after all, she'll start thinking she has rights. She's going out with Matthew now. They're actually a nice couple. That 'actually' is necessary in that sentence as I thought that they'd be an even bigger fail together than they are independently.
Then there's Matthew. I quite like having Matthew in the group. I think that I was the first person to actually state that they liked Matthew. I always found his dry sense of humour and his lack of respect for Niamh to be good things. Niamh said that he was tolerable a few months back. Now she's "giving him dixie" so that just shows how fast he grows on you. Like a cancerous tumour. I have to say, Our group wouldn't be as fun without MM.
Then there's Aaron. I've known him since first year and he still makes me laugh. "ah no, a kiss would lead them on", Orthodontist!, "Tell zem he was a Jew", Wejs!, and "ze is off to build zee reich" are some of the jokes made. I like his obsession with Doctor Who and how he adds a different dynamic to the group. He also makes me funnier as I often add to his jokes. He has a strange cleaning obsession, one that he inherited from his mother, and I have a feeling that Aaron's definition of clean is different to mine. A room is clean if there isn't an animal carcass in it..
Then there is Dee. Dee is blonde. That's always a bit mad. Dee is a bit strange because there could be days where she's quite quiet or days where she goes mental. I've just realised that she is like Dr. Jeckyl, Mr Hyde in that respect. Also, why is Mr. Hyde? Why not Dr. Hyde? What happened to the Medical degree?! Dee has been a good friend for years and is good fun.
So, in short, my friends are all shit, but I love them anyway. They really are the ones who keep me sane, or atleast as close to sane as I can be.
Even writing about them cheered me up a little on this dark, dreary morrow.
Yours in faith,
Andrew
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