tragic.

everyone and their dog seems to be having some sort relationship type THING going on in their lives, me, not so much. i think i'm going through a 'dry spell' not that there was a wet or even a damp spell (that being said in the least sexual way imaginable trust me).
i have happy friends with nice guys, i have happy friends with nice girls, i have quite happy friends with boys they can at least talk about and i'm sitting in the form room, like a lemon, not knowing what to say.
i mean when someone is gushing about that they did with their boyfriend yesterday i can't exactly say "oh yeah me and X did that..." as it's never actually happened to me. i've told you before i'm a flirter not a dater, it's sad but it's true.
there's this party on friday that i've been invited to by a guy (first name change here coming atcha!) we'll call him Harry. This isn't anything as this charming Harry (who i met at another party for the grand total of about 3 minutes, tops) hits on everything that moves, year 9s, animals, lamp posts, so yeah i feel real special. anyway he's being trying to get me to go meet up with him (probably some sort of rape move that he tries on everyone) but i've been saying no, and i've decided i'm definately NOT going on friday for this reason and the fact that I am busy. Harry's just going to have to find someone else. 
So yeah my life has come to a standstill on the worst possible time, we have 2 weeks off and a royal bloody wedding and i don't have anything to do.
and the biggest drama of all: prom choices. i have one (i think we'll name him Luke) but you see dear reader Luke is a bit of a penis so i'm going to have to think about this...
tragic.