Hey kids.

Here're the last three days in handy, bite-size form.

Friday - Wake up late, miss bus, get other bus, get to school, do English module (The Remains of the Day and The Homecoming), get new text (A Streetcar Named Desire), read first Act in class, gave Mr Pussy (my form tutor) a note saying "Caleb Newcastle wasn't in school on Thursday 8th November, 2000, because he didn't wake up until 3pm." by way of explaining my absence on Thursday (Mwa ha ha haaa!!! I am 18 and can write my own absence notes! Simple things please simple minds...), borrow film version of 'Streetcar (starring Marlon Brando and Vivien Leigh) from school library, watch all but last five minutes in school... -take breath- Go home, get changed, pack speakers, go round Colin's house, watch first half of Leon: Version Integrale, go out to pub and eat far too much food (which is good, seeing as it's the first time I've eaten all day), go back to Colin's house, watch last half of Leon (the director's cut is AMAZING), go home, fall asleep far too late...

Saturday - Wake up at 11am, shout FUCK! (as I was supposed to meet Victoria Friedman at 10:30am), throw on clothes, run to city centre (cover half-hour walk in ten minutes), meet Victoria (she's still there, thank Bob), mooch around for a bit, eating sausage rolls and cheesy poofs... And then we kiss and it's a whole love-at-first-sight (or kiss) thing, except for the BASTARD who shall remain nameless, who almost fucked things up, but that was overcame, and spend the next hour and a half with my head buzzing and being really confused and having a glorious time. Then Victoria has to go home, and I walk around feeling like everything's going right for a change, go home, eat pizza, see last five minutes of 'Streetcar, watch Palookaville (the film I taped on Wednesday[?]), speak to Jenny, decide to study Philosophy at university (as a result of Tim's rather good e-mail and www.jesus.com), get gorgeous e-mail from Victoria, go to sleep still smelling and tasting her.

Sunday - Wake up 'bout 11am happy, than am pissed off 'cos the taste and smell's gone (facial hair rocks! It retains stuff! I imagine... Just not overnight...). Won't see her until NEXT WEEK!!! Aargh!!! Calm, calm... Piss around, MP3erising Blink182 album (an album now associated with extremely happy thoughts by me, 'cos it's all I've been listening to for the past few days), reading e-mails, eating fake coco-pops. Phone Victoria, evil answer machine answers, leave message, do nothing in particular, Victoria phones back! Speak (or not when can't) for time and glorious things are said. But evil things too! Can't see her for TWO WEEKS!!!!!! Nooooooo!!!!!!!! Calm, calm.... Decide to resurrect Freaks Webshite, work on Version 3 (damn similar to v2, only blue), forget to eat dinner (I don't think I've actually had ANY meals this weekend... probably not a good thing...), give Blink182 CD back to Ian, work some more on webshite, get off my lazy arse and actually write replies to e-mails that have been building up over the last few days...

Fucking A!!!

-Caleb