PMS

i wasnt feeling veri gd todae... stomachache the whole of last nite and Pete kept calling my toopid-extremely-loud-n-fucking-irritating hse phone to wake me up... i poned my morning lec so i can slp late and he ruined it.... n news tat the ger i liked got a bf made me sianz too........

todae we are supposed to haf a discussion abt the maths project... but seriously i m wasnt in the mood.. hafing PMS (Prehistoric Men Syndrome)... juz wanna do nothing but be a sloth todae(what else can prehistoric men do besides eat,slp and haf sex)... luckily the ever-so-retard david and jono also slack!!... haha.. end up peter is the one onli who wans some job done... den SUDDENLY he slam the paper on the table, '' i m not gonna do this ANYMORE!!'' and walk off... stunned.. peter is always the soft soft kind of guy who neva ever shouts at ppl ( juz tink of a female part of a gay couple...tat kind of seh).... seriously i feel quite bad abt it.. he was like talking and trying to explain to all of us what is he gonna do and how to do the systems but no one listens to him... i was trying hard to pretend lar but my acting skills sucked...

n tonite is the NITE!!!... ATHENS.... come on liverpool , time to smoke some pizzas!!!