So I'm glad I went to Jemma's. In the last couple of days my paranoia seems to have been proved wrong. Jemma's party was great, I had a lot of fun even though everyone did take a while to start talking properly. I'm not sure why that was. We had a lot of fun bowling, I'm really crap but I didn't come last :>>. Then we went back to her house and watched dvds and talked about the students she had staying. One of them got stressy over pizzas, apparetly we english just don't make them properly. I had a really good time, I was worried about home and whether or not Hugh and mum were you know but it seems as though everything was ok when I was gone. I'm happy about that. I made friends with a girl there who I didn't know very well before too, which feels kind of good considering how bad I am at that stuff.
My friends don't care about how I look.
They really don't.
Although I really wish the photos the students have got of us didn't exist. Instead of taking photos early in the evening when everyone had make-up on and their hair sorted they decided to come in and talk to us when we were all in pyjamas (how do you spell pajamas?) with no make-up on and insane hair. :|. They left this morining. Jemma's dad said they cried loads at the station. Lol.
This is a crap post. It's just sort of here as a reminder that people don't hate me for the next time I get really paranoid. ;)