Angus, thongs and full-frontal snogging (Confessions of Georgia Nicolson, Book 1)

It’s Monday today and I saw him on Friday so that is three days already. I’d call tonight if I was him, wouldn’t you? Should I say yes to any day he says for a date? Or if he says Friday should I say, “Oh, sorry, I’m busy that night,” and then when he says “What about Saturday?” I can say, “Oh, yeah, Saturday would be cool.” What do you think? Or do you think he might think I’m putting him off if I say I’m busy on Friday, so I should say yes to any day he says?

I haven’t been out for weeks—well, five days.

I may as well kill myself. I would if I could be bothered but I’m too depressed.

I don’t think I’ll go to bed early again—it makes my eyes go all puffy. I look like there is a touch of the Asian in my family. Sadly not the case. The nearest we have to any exotic influence is Auntie Kath, who can sing in Chinese, but only after a couple of pints of wine.

She said, “Look, relax, my middle name is ‘cool.’”
I said, “Is it? I thought it was Pollyanna.”

What does he mean, ‘See you later’? Does he mean see you later or see you later?”

Blocked the sink with my egg yolk mask.

there is not one part of today that is worth being alive for.

I wish parents wouldn’t do that, you know, make you feel like crying and hitting them at the same time.

. It’s funny being silent—you have to be careful to not make any noise.