Saturday. Why do I constantly dread Fridays? It's supposedly the most "happening" day of the week, and yet I do nothing except go to school it seems. I come home and chill out with nobody, which makes me feel...individual. Or lonely. Perhaps sad.

Saturday I went into town, and feel I got a pretty good deal. Virgin were doing 3 for 2 (cheapest item free, of course). I ended up with Ocean Colour Scene's "Marchin' Already", Oasis' "(What's The Story) Morning Glory?" and "Life" (Eddie Murphy and Martin Lawrence) for £16.98. I thought I did quite good for myself, all things considered...

Saturday night: I came home, and mum and gran went out to bingo. I was on my own, so I watched Life, then Millionaire (actually, I got the £1,000,000 question correct - goes to show what Higher Physics and a useless battery project could do for you), then an old F1 video, then filled out what seems like the 50th (undoubtedly unsuccessful) application form (and I'm only 16), then watched US Grand Prix qualifying (Jacques qualified in his worst position ever :-( ), then The Premiership (bloody Man U), then slept.

That's what my Saturday night was like folks - in myself, watching TV. So very sad.

BWTT - I still haven't quite got over that rejection. It's like I see here every day at school and it kills me. She laughs with friends and is all happy, and I sit there, face unperplexed, just staring into nothingness. I should really do something. I'm going to ask my teacher if she can recommend any decent psychiatrists, just to clear my head out.

Well, I'm off to listen to the Old Firm game. No doubt the way my weekend's gone, we're going to get hammered...