It looks so good. But then again looks can be deceiving. I mean, look at me right? I don't know exactly what I mean by that but I am probably deceptive in some sort of way. Maybe you think with my trucker cap, fingerless gloves, safety pins and jet black fringe over my eyes that I'm some kind of emo. Yeah that'd be about right. Hmm. Ok that was a bad example. Fucking hell I don't really like cricket. I wish I had something better to do than sit here. I WISH I WAS IN PRARGH. Everything comes back to money. You know whose fault it is? Rachel. Rachel freaking Thornton. I blame her entirely for the fact I am here instead of there. I thought she was staying at college so i decided not to go, planning to hang with her but then guess what? She fucks right off, jacks college in altogether and that was that. No Rachel, no fun times, no Prague, no no no nothing. So I'm sat here eating Dairy Box, watching cricket i don't care about, listening to Salter laugh like a cross between a gypsy and a mouse, and a cat being strangled. fucking hell. I guess this is what living like this does.

Hit Pizza Hut earlier with Tom. It was nice, you know, like Pizza is. And some bottomless 7-up. We had some buffet. the pasta was rather good. Tasted like cauliflower cheese. Which i like. And there was a parmesan grater there and you had to do it yourself and er i think i broke it. Sorry Pizza Hut. Blue Cheese Dressing is my absolute favourite! If I was American i'd eat it all the time.