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December 18th

Christmas party at school today. Couldn't avoid it because for some stupid reason they had it in the day rather than at night.

Darius pretended to DJ, but all he was doing was selecting stuff from a drop down menu. He tried to make it sound all amazing and stuff, but I knew he was just using beat matching software,  It's not that easy to make Sun 0))) kewl.

As usual I tried to keep myself to myself and just hang out with Russ. We sat in a corner people watching and reading Electronic Gaming Monthly. Russ laughed at a picture of Clara Bow. Russ is an idiot Clara Bow is literally the best looking person ever. Most people think she is Louise Brooks. I may have said this before. Most people are idiots.

Darius was trying to mash up some Skrillex and Pigbros on his laptop. Darius was failing. Triss walked in with her little gang and came over to our corner.

'Move Jiggleypuff' she said

'We want to be in this corner. People cannot see us here and we can drink and smoke and do stuff'

I just looked at the floor. Russ just looked at the floor.

Triss pushed me out the way and I slipped. She also managed to drop the bottle of Remy Martin Louis XIII Cognac she was swigging from.

It fell to the floor and cracked and smashed.

'That's your fault Squirrel' she screamed at me like a World War 2 airplane.

Just before I picked up the broken bottle by the neck and rammed it into her face the only thing I could think of was what a good film 'Scott Pilgrim vs the World is'.

Six days till Christmas. 

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