Back to the Gulag...

Another day of hell awaits tomorrow, a shit weekend after a shit week - and now I'm just depressed. Although I must say, I managed to salvage something out of the weekend so all wasn't lost. I've got the day off work next Saturday, and I intend to go shopping and hang out in town - which sounds fun, but for those that know Nelson, you'll realize it's intensely average. Still, it beats an 8/9 hour work day. Kinda wish I didn't take it off really, but whatever - still getting paid cause it's out of my holiday pay (which I hardly ever use!), so it'd better be good.

Nothing happened today, well, my friends met up and didn't invite me, but like that's anything new. For everyone at Garin, excluding... Ashleigh, Natalie... actually, not excluding Natalie, Oscar (only cause he might read this...) and DEFINITELY Sarah Quinney - my favourite! Everybody else can suck it.


I have the literal worst school friends, and every day is an actual pain. The thing is at school everyone will talk to me and stuff, but pretty much no one goes out of their way to talk to me or sit with me or whatever, and I'm never "in on the jokes" or anything. Maybe my so-called sense of humour doesn't appeal, or maybe it's because I, unlike most, actually have a life outside of the Garin bubble and have interest in things higher than the typical 12 year old would. Seriously, half the girls and guys at our school are whipped... by their parents!! It's like... serriiiooouuusssllly, get a goddamn clue. Sick of arriving at school and all these school-obsessed people, all they talk about is school people and school work. It's suicidally depressing, believe me.