5.53pm I seem to be doing a lot of copying & pasting into this diary at the moment just to avoid having to write anything meaningful that actually involves me or what I'm doing at the moment. Either that, or I tell you what I've been doing at the moment but in the most boring way possible. I thought I might talk about something today that I haven't actually got up the guts to talk about for a while: the guy I fancy. Now, don't get your hopes up readers, I'm not mentioning any names. But you will get some teenage angst, so if that's your thing you're welcome to read on. Every time I see him I just want to pounce on him. Well, not literally, but I imagine him with his arm all snakey around me, and I go weak at the knees. I know that sounds strange, but he makes my stomach feel like I'm riding a rather violent rollercoaster. The fantasies and daydreams take over and I can't help being paranoid that I'm just staring vacantly at him, maybe drooling. That's my worst nightmare. I hate but love the way he makes me feel so squiffy - hate it because I know nothing will ever come of it. [EDIT: This is actually a quite melodramatic/sensationalist way of putting it, and it may be a bit hyped up. I may explain that later] Anyway, aside from all the stupid soppyness which I'll get over soon enough, today was boring, tomorrow will be boring, and probably so will the next day. We have to get our uniforms for Scout camp on Saturday. Yes, you have a week's break from me from Saturday. Make the most of it, there will be extra posts to make up for it afterwards.