1. To see my friends (It's the only time I get to see them! Because I don't get invited anywhere. Poor loner. I'm not a loner by my own choice though. I'd take invitations if I got them.)
2. To... learn?
3. Fuck that. Two reasons.

Reasons to NOT go to school:

1. Too. Much. Homework.
2. Too many people are indifferent to me. Hate, I can take and even enjoy! FUCKING INDIFFERENCE??
3. My bed is much more interesting.
4. My CARPET is much more interesting.
5. Too many people piss me off... I would name names but... Why bother? I know who they are, and this is my blog for my own personal amusement, so BLEAUH!
6. The teachers are out to get me. (Paranoid? Moi?)
7. I have often considered killing myself in lessons just to liven them up.
8. Let's face it, the building is disgusting, the teachers are twats, and the lessons are shit.

See what I'm up against? And yet, with the courage and determination that is a common trait in the Mayall clan, I have not had a single absence in the past 5 weeks. Bodily, anyway. Mentally, I ignore the alarm and decide to hibernate until July.

For example, I had to run for the bus yesterday morning. You know why? Because I spent ten minutes just standing in my room, trying to do my tie. Pathetic. I could have done the fucking thing on the bus! But no. And because I ran for the bus, I did not pick up my cooking ingredients. Because I did not pick up my ingredients, I had to phone my dad to bring them in. But the fucking slags in the office would not let me phone in. So I went to our most gracious and wonderful (!) year head to make the call. Amazingly, she let me. So that was that sorted. But the thing is, in the time it took my sister to get on the bus, I could have strolled back, made myself a cup of coffee, leisurely picked up my cooking, actually made the soup, and strolled back on to the bus. Sisters, eh? Cuh!

On another note, I have started listening to Nine Inch Nails. Oh dear. I have no intention of slitting my wrists though (Too much blood. I can't STAND blood.). So going suicidal is the next step. And I've already walked over that one. I guess I'm heading the way of Trent Reznor, or Pete Doherty, or even Kurt Cobain, although they actually had musical talent, and I'm just... A loser.

Wow, that was depressing. I'm sorry. (Although Alex does so love it when I'm threatening to kill myself).

Right, well, I have entertained myself to the point of actually falling asleep, so I can only imagine how thrilled you were to read this. Have a nice life, all three/four of you.

(I have included below a delightful picture of Trent Reznor: Ex-Psycho and a female emo.)