Urk.
Spent all day looking up I.S journals, now have 30 references, knowing my luck I'll only be able to use one of those.
Sigh.
TP won't come into my room any more cos every time she does I shoot her with my new toy a foam gun.
Don't hurt none, just shocks her.
She did suggest that I give her a go with the gun.
*Looks shocked*
If she wants a gun, she should get her own.
It's mine. Mine. My own. My Ppppreccciousss.....

I HAVE PALACE CUP TICKETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Still haven't figured out how I'm gonna get away with going home but who cares?