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It is my birthday tomorrow. I shall be seventeen. *le squee* And Circe has posted on my birthday even though it is not my birthday here yet. *le pout* The Lost episode on my birthday is to be the one that centres on Charlie. I feel this is a highly fitting birthday present from Channel Four- because yum, Dominic Monaghan.

I like Sixth Form, I think. Especially the free lessons. We generally seem to be having a good time, and there don't appear to be any major falling-outs. Yet. Which is probably something of a record. Quite a bit of homework, though- not lots of pieces of homework, but lots of work to do for each piece, if you see what I mean. I like English lots. I like History, but they are trying to make me switch classes and This I Will Not Do, goddammit. French would be more fun if I was in the other class- I kinda hate most of the people in mine. I like Biology when Dr J is teaching, but I never understand anything when Mr W is. Which is Teh Suck. I think I may swap it for Art.

There is a Boy, but I don't think he knows that he is The Boy. Except sometimes I think that maybe he thinks I am The Girl, but I'm not sure because I suck at That Sort Of Thing (is he being sweet just because he's sweet, or because he's sweet and likes me?). And I lack the courage to ask him out, though I almost asked him out before the summer holidays started. Maybe tomorrow, then when if he says no I shall be having many things to cheer me up, by the sounds of it. Nobody else knows who The Boy is. I have got muchmuch better at keeping secrets recently. *is smug*

Why am I typing strangely? It does amuse me, though. I feel I sound a little like Luna Lovegood.

I finally managed to draw something halfway decent today. I have been unable to draw anything I remotely like since school finished. *shrug* Perhaps I only draw well when I am tired, or not supposed to, or both.

Ah well. Am tired. To bath, and to bed. Night.