Listening to;; A mix of Metric, Kasabian, and Madonna. Oh, don't forget Celine.

--

Sometimes it seems like there's nothing to do here.
But really, there's something. I just don't know what.
Waverly's okay. My parent's keep calling me to ask if I'm 'adapting' well.
It's getting a bit annoying, really.
I guess I am, in some ways. On the roof, I met this girl Dev.
She seems nice enough. She bummed a fag from me, but that's okay.
We talked about our pasts. We're wella alike. She's pretty mint.
Other than that, nothing. Oh, Jonny sent me his movie from England by mail.
I guess I'm supposed to edit it, 'cos the piss-hat's too much of a slag to do it himself.
Haven't explored the school quite yet. I stumbled along the roof upon accident when I was really looking for the music room. If they have one, that's the thing.
But it seems like a place like this should have one. It's fucking huge; I'm not kidding.
I don't miss England one bit, though. I should probably mail my parents, 'cos they delight in getting post, but I don't think I will. It'll take days to get over there and cost probably a thousand bucks here. The American money-system sucks. Worse than ours, really. I miss heading out with Jonny and the rest of my mates, paying for everyone's drinks in pounds.
It seems like an odd thing to miss, but... whatever.
On another note...
I hate my accent. It sounds so brutal and vicious here. Every word I say seems to be spit out bitterly, and I seem mad to everyone all the fucking time. Some people like accents, some don't. To me, it's just another sign to signal out that I'm like a tourist.
Like those tourist-y dudes that always come out to Oxford for education or whatnot. They don't understand any of our slang, like once I was talking about how I was so fucking pissed one night, and they were like 'huh?'.
I hate tourists.

-Naffs.

I HAVE A COLD SORE AND IT HURTS.
and
i got mud on hannah's jacket
you don't even know how pissed i am at myself fucking bloody hell.
mkay i think i've calmed down now
but i need a boy :[
there's all these lovely girls round
specially devvy
but i miss craig
n richard
n jamie
and everyone else kadfjkalsdf.
:[

ps. i need to go shopping
pss. i need to go to hollister
psss. i want an auntie anne's pretzel right now
pssss. my laptop is overheating on my lap
pssssss. BLIMEY HARRY!

oh naffie stop complaining about not having a boyy!
you have mee. *giggles*
okay, so i guess that totally doesn't make up for not have guy friends, but hey at least i don't mind putting up with your constant whining about not being able to go shopping every weekend.
anyways, um i promise i didn't read to much of your journal... except the last post.
so you don't have me!
*gasp*
i'm hurt.
oh well, you suck.
^.^
peace outxxx
<3briar darling.
ps. wanna go shopping for some sweat shoes and such after you frantically find a new place to hide your journal. mwahha.
pps. you'll never find my journalllll.

my shopping list::

white hollister jacket

chocolate brown hollister henley

denim hollister jeans

cream abercrombie and fitch sweatshirt

denim anchor blue jeans

circle jerk slip on vans

wind factor pac sun jacket

there's more
the list could go on
but i just wanna go shopping that is all :[

PS. BRIAR GET OUTTA MY BLOODY DIARY
HAHAHA

dear naffnaff--
stop being sad. STOP WRITTING ABOUT ME YOU DORK HAHA. n i'll take you shopping, okay?

Naffie...
how can you love sponge-bob.
ewwwwwwwwww.
you are a wierd boyyy.
very very strange indeed.
anyways, lets go shopping this fridayy.
i'll take you to all the best stores, like I usually do.
plus my mom sent me a bunch of money, so I would have to say that I am iching to buy some new shoes.
<3 love yah babe.

AY-UP!
yeah briar you just shush about spongebob here
i have boxers with him on it k!
i miss everybody
we all need to hang out
specially the lovely girls and me
craig's coming down for the weekend
he says englands as boring as always.
i suppose he's escaping his mam this time but who knows.
i'm picking him up from the airport tonight.
i do hope he's had a good flight
meaning i do hope he's been sandwiched between fat geezers hah.
deserves him right for screwing all the ladies with mozzie tits
and husbands the age of his mam's father
(briar and dev, mozzie tits = crazy tiny breasts.)
well i need to go
call dev and maybe have her come over for awhile.
-naffs.

ahahahaha.
so. craig's a slag.
and i suppose i'm a lummox.
that's what craig says.
anyway.
i'm wella confused. dev 'nd i kissed.
we haven't gone leg-over yet though.
i suppose it's bound to 'appen soon.
but who knows, y'know?
i miss you briar. :)

-naffytaffycraigyslaggy