Dear Die-ary...

Working on a Sunday? I thought that was blasphemous. Maybe that's why I was paid so much.

My first day of proper work. Not proper PROPER work, as I had to be shown 'round, but still... It was a paperround, but I get £7 per round. Sweet, sweet, easy moneys. And all I's gotta do is ride a car and drop off papers to anyone, anywhere, and say that I did it. OK, so I didn't do that, and I'm not going to do that. It was still fun, especially at 6am. I don't really have much to say about it as there's a lot of crap involved, and I wasn't awake enough to take note of it. I was paid my £7 at the end, and that was that.

However, I had a party to attend. 'Organised' me already bought the person in question a present the week before. The person in question? Someone called Charlie, you most likely do not know her. When I arrived at the party-thing, a bunch of plastics who were supposedly her friends STARED at me. It might have something to do with the fact that I was wearing black in Summer, and hardcore gothic boots. Well, they're not THAT hardcore. Or very gothic, either. They're just black boots, with a zip on the inside, and buckles on the outside (for random decoration). So anyway, plasticcy horror radars were pointing in my direction. They knew that THIS was to be with them for the day. I stared back. I knew that THAT was to be with me for the day. I just had to grin and bare it. However, the grin scared them even moreso. Great! So, what was up first? Quasar.

Never heard of it? I will elaborate. It's basically a game where you go around shooting people with laser-guns. Not real guns. Hit the target on their front or back, and you get points. Lose points if you get hit. Results? I sucked. I sucked on both matches, but at least got a higher rank on the second one. I just didn't care; I just shot anything that moved, and cursed everyone around me. I DID, however, wish to know what happened if you shot yourself... But, anyway, it's really hard to figure out if you shot them!! Whether you get shot, or you shoot someone, your 'gear' barks out the same incoherent garbage. I just wanted to put my jacket over it, and score tons'a points. Probably wouldn't work, though.

Secondly, was Pizza Hut. We were all sat at different tables. I was sat with Jonesy, Sophie, and Evil... big mistake? Starters (pun intended, yes): Chosing what we were to have. Any suggestion I made was replied with a 'fat joke'. A small salad? EAT NOTHING, YOU'RE WAAAAAAAAY OVERWEIGHT. A case of Munchausen by Proxy? Who knows. I said I wasn't allowed to talk to them about weight, or eating habits. They sneered at this *true* remark, as I went and chose what I wanted. What I WANTED. Then, we dared each other to order a large one for themselves. Don't know me? I never back down from a dare (unless if it involves stripping, kissing, hugging, etc etc). So all of us (except for Sophie... WIMP!!) ordered a large pizza. I ate all slices but 2, more than them. I 0wn them!! BWAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes.

Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to listen to some random emo music because my brother saved it onto my harddrive for no reason. Then I'm probably going to delete them.