Okay… in summary.
I got my talk. I got the answers I was expecting. Not the ending I wanted, but not completely tragic either. Things seemed to be relatively resolved. He calls Louis, tells him I’m pissed. Louis apologises. Things kick off again. Things probably won’t be resolved for a while. People are lying. People are lacking in morals. People are getting stuck in the middle. People get the wrong end of the stick. People make mistakes. People make accusations. People jump to the wrong conclusions. Either way, it’s the most bizarre, farfetched, stupid situation I’ve ever found myself in the middle of.
On the upside, I’ve finally found an artist I want to do my photography dissertation on, Izima Kaoru. Basically, he takes Japanese models (and sometimes musicians, such as Mika Nakashima. *__*) and asks them how they’d like to die, and then recreates them in an elegant way. It’s usually fashion related, too. Example is above/to the right, depending on how this entry lays out once I hit publish. I talked it through with my photography teacher and he’s more than happy for me to do this, so that’s one stress factor taken away. I really must do my ICT work tomorrow, though. 
♥: Tired.
♪: Madness – Our House