Another crap Sunday. I’m wirting this at 11.30 so it’ll be messy or I’ll be up ages and I’ll be knackered for school tomorrow. I’ve watched a film on BBC2 – East of Ipswich – about a boy on holiday. It was really good. When we go on hols this year I want to go to a hotel so I can meet people. I’m 15 and I’ve never had a holiday romance. I suppose that’s previously been cos of the way I look but I’m fairly attractive now, so I can be more confident. At Farwell’s I’m going to really try and get off with Andy again, but this time properly. I don’t care if he’s using me – well I do actually, I’ll ask him if it’s going to be a one night thing if it looks like happening again, I’ll plan to ask anyway. I want to go out with someone again. I’d like to see Jeremy of phone him or something – to see how he is – not to go out with or anything, just to see how he is. I thought I saw him today but it can’t have been him. I was going to phone him but didn’t. Tomorrow will be awful. There’s going to be a really uncomfortable situation with Helen T as no one really likes her. Poor cow. Basketball 5th lesson’ll be the worst! I hope Nat’s away – she’s the biggest bitch.
1st February 1987