The Losing and the Lost.

If she is reading this, and I doubt she will be now, I am in the process of losing her. If she is not, she is lost.
It is always sad losing a friend, no matter what the reasoning behind it is. Although we would both admit we weren't 'sisters', we spent six hours most saturdays laughing about general late teenage girl things. I don't blame her in the slightest, others have tried to convince me I'm not a bitch but I don't see it.

I lost her.

No Name.

Ah! Hello there, enjoy your *insert activity here*? Yes? Good. I believe I'm the *only* person in the world who hates being asked about christmas. You have to repeat 'oh yes, it was lovely' too many times and its lies. A truthful answer would be 'Well, after stuffing myself with unatural amounts of food and not being able to move for the rest of the afternoon, I had to play three hours of monopoly with my over competetive brother, does that answer your question?'
No, no my christmas was perfectly lovely, if not a little unproductive.
My school was closed due to some strange white fluffy stuff from the sky, local news teams are naming it 'snow'. It creeks like old floorboards when you walk on it and is highly unatural. Unless you're Siberian (apparently one school there only closes unless it's minus 50..you can't imagine, i thought minus one was effing cold). I had a wonderful time sledging and doing general 'snow activities' with Rachel, Rachel (yes, there are two), Dan, Piers and Jack. Overall was generally happy with this snow for about..a day. I hate having nothing to do, therfore, school being closed for LONGER was absolutely horrible.
Oh well, it's over now. The nightmare has melted away.