I should talk about something relevant interesting and useful, but the only thing that's really going through my brain is IT'S FRIDAY. Every other day this week has felt like a Friday, and today felt like a Monday. But the weekend has finally arrived. Talking to Stuart on the bus today and realised what a little innocent twat I am. I mean, he's talking about shagging (which he blantantly hasn't, because every time he says he has he goes bright red), getting stoned, whatever. I'm such a loser. I don't want to get stoned really, don't see the appeal, and I suppose I had a half opportunity to try something (said no), but it's not really a case of me saying no, is it? It's just me being weird and little. Okay, so whatever if that didn't make any sense, it did to me, and it's making me really angry actually. Maybe I should just stop typing before I get really angry? Who actually enjoys receiving forwards?