Why are you so desperate to matter?

You know. There's only so many batches of fudge you can make, depressing classics to read, photos to take, simeleons to earn, pictures to draw, movies to see, things to make, songs to sing and clothes to spend all your money on when you're alone.

I went to see Where the Wild Things Are the other day, and whilst I appreciate its artistic brilliance I couldn't help but feel a bit lost throughout the whole thing. Still, it was beautiful and heartbreaking and I'd definitely recommend it.

I've developed a crush on the 'Classics' wall at Angus and Robertson... I found some gift vouchers for there which were given to me for my 13th birthday by a girl called Tegan. I apologise for not spending my gift when it was given to me, Tegan, but rest with the knowledge that they are very much appreciated now - apparently they have no time limit which is brilliant. So now I'm reading A Clockwork Orange which everyone knows. Aidan assured me it was 'fucking awesome'.

I met a dear friend of mine from primary school the other day for caramel lattes which was nice. I can't help but think I remember too much about everything because there's details about places, people and events that noone else seems to remember. "Special remembering powers" i was told but then why can't I remember maths when it matters? Shit. Exam results come out in like two weeks.

Time for Glee finale x