Time for a happy journal entry, me thinks...

Or at least happier than the l;ast two entrys, at least...

Sooooooo, this evil computer is, rather selfishly i feel, telling me that im not the genuine Sophia. And how does it's little computerised brain know this? because someone is apperently logged on as me. Bah. So now Mrs Malone is going to have my guts for garters as i cannot finish my fucking drama essay!!! ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

ahem. *regains composure*

went to see Hamlet last night. And, as i always do when im bored/tired/suffering from PMT and being made to sit through a play that i dont care about, i spent the whole time thinking about anything but what i was supposed to.
"ooh, that bloke really reminds me of someone..."
"Doesn't the ghost look like the Ridler out of the batman films?"
"hmmm, 3 chairs all in a row. Kinda looks like the Three bears' chiars. So does that other chair over there represent Goldilocks?"
"I know who Hamlet reminds me of! That bloke out of the Disney Version of Pochahontas!"
"lalalalalalaaa, im so booooooord, bor-b-bor-b-board. "
etc.

bloody klaxon.
back soon.