I feel better now. I had to sneak out to buy my dear Murattis and smoked one, and now I am sitting here with absolutely NOTHING to do, listening to a Skazi cd. I'm getting into Psychedelic Trance more and more, it's so good... Having Paulie and Ryan giving me cds all the time is helping as well! Maybe one day I'll become a psychedelic girl. The only problem is that all true psychedelic girls seem to be about 5 foot tall (shit! I am using feet now. Great. I'm becoming English...). Oh well, I'll be a tall psychedelic girl.
I wanna go baaaaack! Seriously, the only person I've talked to today was my dad on the phone for about 2 minutes. I'm gonna go mad. Maybe I'll try and watch some shit French telly. Mmh.
I'm tempted to call -ehm- someone, but I know it won't be of any help at all, so I won't I won't I won't... I only have to wait until tomorrow night when my mum comes back and then we'll get into the whole Christmas spirit and it will be a lot better. I hope.
Minus 9 days. It's really not that long, I can resist... *sniff*