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I was going to write about Julie's prizegiving last night but to be honest it would have just been a rant about the utter farce that is that school so I can't be arsed. I was also going to write about how my best friend used to sing because her little brother was there getting prizes and he looks just so much like her but if I'd gone on about another girl it doesn't really help the "I'm not gay" side of things. I've fallen in love with maybe three people, two of whom were female, and it's never been a romantic thing. It's more of a fascination. A craving to really get inside their heads and understand them even if we weren't that close. It wasn't anything I ever wanted between the two of us but like I wanted to possess every habit and character flaw. It's kinda hard to explain.

So instead I bring you the story of yesterday afternoon when I walked Julie part of the way back to school because I wasn't doing anything else. On my way back I was approached by a boy many inches higher than me who tried to push a careful stack of pound coins and murmured "Gonnae git 10 Mayfair fer us" but I shook my head and brushed him off. Gotta say I was flattered since just the other week I'd been mistaken for a fifteen year old. This meant free train fare until my mum started laughing and told the guy I was nearly twenty but he got so confused I got a free ticket anyway. Anyway as soon as I was free of him he exploded but he didn't follow me so I didn't much care. But his friend. God I wish I had taken a photo. He had his jumper tied around his face and was pulling on the arms. When I passed him he suddenly leapt to my side and started asking why I wouldn't help them out and told me what a jake I was and various other things I couldn't hear from laughing. He was half my height and still pulling on his jumper. I felt like telling him I wasn't going to it because Mayfair stinks. My whole school smoked Mayfair and they were the only cigarettes I could actually smell on people while my dad was still smoking. I suppose it's nice to know nothing ever changes.

Things I learnt at prizegiving: My philosophy teacher got fat, my gender teacher still adores me, fourth years can be pretty damn hot, everybody is still just a carbon copy of everybody else and saxophones are awesome.