This morning I practicly danced my way into mathclass while still wearing yesterdays choice of cloths. Charles and I went out for dinner, ended up drinking wine exclusivly and never really stopped.
My teacher told me to go home. It's the second time I've been asked to leave school this semester. To add insult to injury I lit a cigarette in the hallway and wawed to my fellow classmates through the glasdoor. Did I mention that I'm bored out of my mind?