Sorry to break it to you, but I am, again, onto someone else.
In fact, I have been through 2 people since I last blogged. Funny, isn't it.
I've decided to start aiming my blogs at you, Oscar, because you are the only person who seems to be reading it apart from my mum, who I tell these things anyway.
I'm writing from school cause im bored, so I can't actually write down anything too personal because I am currently sitting next to a guy who wishes our music teacher would get hit by a bus (I strongly agree with him) and another guy with ginger hair who plans to dye it bright pink or black. I voted for black, but it's likely that he'll be more of a rebel and go for pink. the ginger guy is BUFF. (you may have guessed that the last bit was writen by Ginger guy.)
Okay, so I've mostly gone off Dino, because I met someone else called...I really cannot think of a name for him, his real name is strange enough. Lets caall him DJ, thats nis nickname.
So I met DJ at a party and we exchanged phone numbers, I started to really like him, and we kissed and stuff on various occasions. But then last week, another guy who I've known for about 6 years just randomly kissed me. I think I'll call him Curly. So, Curly is the name of the guy who I've known 6 years, who kissed me. :)
And then the other day, yesterday in fact, we were talking on MSN, and he told me that he liked me.
I'm still not sure weather I like him, but what's strange, is that I met up with DJ at the beginning of the week, and I just suddenly went off him. And I haven't got a clue why. Oh well, I'm only 15. (I'm 15 now btw, not 14, 15.).
Im very much looking forward to coming to mexico, even if it DOES mean I have to take a WHOLE week off school, and miss the whole half term, and the day after I get home, I start my work experience.
But at least this time, I've been given a chance to tell my friends I'm going, rather than just being packed into a bag and shoved on a plane with no clue about whats happening to me and if I'll ever see my house again.
Hopefully, I'll have a lot to moan about there, that'll make my parents nice and cranky :) I'll be fine as long as I have a few pina coladas.
Hope I get to see you in Mexico, I can't remember if I've actually met you or not, I think I may have, when I was about 7. Meh, I'll ask my mum.
Oh god, got to make a flyer about downloading tunes...or something.