I don't like titles, they remind me of essays.

It is almost... or actually it is half term. Thank-fucking-god.
These past few days have been decent.
Wednesday was bearable. Until the evening, then it was amazing. I saw the Horrors live and they were just so brilliant. I adore their music. I could literally just listen to it for hours on end. So that was a highlight of my week.
Thursday was dead. I was shattered and couldn't think. Then I had two see 4 shit plays because my sister was in one of them. I was convulsing out of terror by the end. I also forgot to do my English coursework.
Friday, today, has been fine. Last day of school for the next 2 weeks. I did some half decent drawings in maths and physics. I also made my art piece look slightly less like a 5 year olds attempt at drawing a leaf. Philosophy club was the highlight of my day. I always love that.
Shock-horror. I actually have plans to socialise with other human beings tomorrow. This reminds me that half-term will be a depressingly accurate reminder of the lack of friends I have. I seem to have fooled myself into believing I have half made some new friends recently, but I shall not become completely ignorant, I do understand that they are not proper friends and only talk to me at school because they find me faintly amusing and their real friends aren't in that lesson.
The break will be a good time to catch up on my bookshop adventures and on sitting alone in parks with a loud ipod and sketchbook for a couple of hours.
I will probably just do art/read everyday. You know, I find it frankly quite unsettling that people really do like me. I honestly can't understand why they would not be put off my incessant insulting, shouting, mood-swings and  tendency to just be a completely patronising bitch. Half the time I want people to hate me and leave me alone just so I can sit there and draw without constant irritation from sexually-frustrated teenage girls who are infatuated with every guy they see on tv and just must get this new mascara. 
Euggh. I am going to be a cliched outcast now and sit in my room listening to loud music.

Oh I also finished a book which was awesome because the girl was completely mad and murdered her best friend cold-heartedly. I love psychopaths.