Tonight we had our Halloween disco. I know, it's like a week late, but hey, that's the school for you, isn't it? This girl from the year below was really nice. She's one of the nicest people I know, and yet I've hardly spoke to her (I believe tonight was the first time). Depending on how things go on Saturday evening, I may look towards her, because I'd just love to go out with her. I bet it'd be a bed of roses. There was no Smiths/Morrissey music - just the normal crap (there's only so much YMCA a guy can take).

Anyhoo, I promised certain people here that I'd write a wee something for them today, but I'm so tired I can't! I also forgot about the disco (so I've had like no time) and also I have an Italian discussion tomorrow which I haven't studied for. C'est la vie...

Some girls were talking about me tonight. I'm sure of it. I'm sure they were commenting at my lack of dancing skills and laughing about it. OK, I can't help it - I hold my hands up, and say that dancing is far from my forte. I'd rather play sports than dance the night away. No need to laugh at me though for God's sake! That nice girl I was talking to you about (see paragraph 1), she said "It's good to see that you guys can dance". She's such a doll, trying to make me feel good. Any guy that gets her would be a lucky chap.

Well, I best study for this Italian, and try to solve my e-mail problem (my 4,500 messages that have been in my Inbox since June 1999 have mysteriously disappeared...).

The problems that life brings...