1.15pm I shouldn't be writing this at the moment, I should be doing an English essay, but I'm sure that it can wait. I lie, it can't really wait but I will make it wait because I don't want to do it. Added to that I forgot to bring the notes home from school to help me with it so I feel like I might do it tomorrow night. Not so good when I have to hand it in on Tuesday but I'm sure I'll be fine. I know I haven't written anything recently, a long time by my scale, but it's generally because I think I've said almost everything I can say on this diary already. I feel rather redundant in my writing, especially as I am used to writing things that make sense and say something significant. Of course, going back and reading some of my previous entries I realise that nothing I've written is actually significant but I do have a certain standard to live up to. So, if girls have nothing left to talk about, what do they talk about? Boys. Yes, that's right guys, we do spend far too much of our time talking about you, but that's mainly because it's a generally internationally recognised topic of conversation. I don't tend to bring up the weather with Americans, it tends to confirm their worst fears about conversations in Britain. Boys confuse me. When I wouldn't mind a boyfriend (please?) there are none to be seen anywhere, and as soon as I decide I'll be fine without them (thank you very much) they're everywhere. Can't they just be a bit reliable? Ok, maybe that's expecting a bit much. I suppose I like the ups and downs. It's what makes it life.