No time...

I am babysitting.

I am on the mother of the babysat children's laptop. Yes it's stealing or whatever but it's not hurting anyone. Except me. I'm crouched like a criminal ready to close windows and slam it shut at a moment's notice.

I MISS BLOGGING!!!!!!!!

Just read my English essay from the summer exam, which was essentially a blog in the third person, with no need to guard anything, cos Ms Daly doesn't know anything! Yay! So all I had to do was change names, with which I was not terribly creative, my name was Lauren, for example. And twas fairly a relief cos I didn't have to be all cryptic and vague cos the people I was writing about wouldn't be reading it and/or be told by their friends who were.

This theme recurred when I bought the most fabby diary whilst in Toronto, and I could use actual names. And joy of joys full on complain. Cos that was filtered what were here before=D

I know, it's amazing.

My back hurts. And any time a car goes past I freak a little.

I WANT MY LAPTOP BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The "man" fixed it. And it was all fine. Then it crashed again. It's been sent off to the manufacturers.

I've lost too much to start talking about now.

8 mins of battery.

Byeeeee!!!