Look at Me

Okay. So I got a text at 11 (whilst I was asleep), and it was all "Hay, wanna go sk8in?!" So I was all "Okay, dawg." Well, actually, I woke up and saw it and was like "WHAT THE FUCK IT IS SUNDAY WHO ARE YOU!?"
But then I agreed, and so I got picked up and shit.
Managed to pull a good puppy-dog face and got a ciggie out of Jen on the way there, so I was sat in the back seat of the car with smoke going in my lungs and I was like "Okay. Let's fuck shit up."

And basically we walked into the place and every single mother fucker decided to stare at me. Which inflated my ego like a boss. Good looks or bad looks, they were still noticing me. So, like, anyway, I managed to look fuckin' A whilst skating. I didn't fall or nearly fall or anything. And by the end of it, some people were looking a bit disappointed and I was all cabbage patchin' and shit. Like, whatever.

Well, that's pretty much all that happened.
Oh, and my Dad's just walked into my room and had a go at me. Like I care. Time for some quality time with my girl.