Soo its 8:45 pm on a Saturday. My parents are away for the weekend. Any normal young person my age would take full advantage of the opportunity and throw some ragin house party. I am too lame. I'll probably curl up in bed soon and fall asleep. It's what I do. Maybe, if I can force myself to stay awake, rewatch the last series 5 Skins episodes and ponder why my life is as exciting or cool as theirs AND why I don't have an awesome British accent.