Oh My Josh; Mary Sue

Oh Dear.
It's 24 minutes past midnight, and though it isn't abnormal for me to be awake at this time of the night, I am not usually up and about, not to mention on the computer.
I have just finished reading the first book of the Georgia Nicolson series, 'Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging' for what must be the third time. These books usually put me into a very happy, cheered-uppy mood, but oh no, not today.
Basically, my point is, my life is crud and I am in no position to help it.
Honestly. Yes, the four of us are an incredibly awesome circle of friends (if we aren't busy bickering about something pointless like who gets to go on the swings first, that is). But let's face it, you can't only talk to three people for your entire life. What will we do once we graduate? Float around, blubbering because we don't know how to treat humans.
I am very seriously, honestly craving some romance. To the extent of me wanting a boyfriend. Badly.
I will probably kick myself for writing this tomorrow, but I mean it - I am just about ready to date Bryan. Or Lutz. Or David.. Or even Basil for all I care!
That is how desperate this situation is.
Someone get me out of this lifeless hellhole, before it's too late.
Thank you.
Now I better sneak back into my cosy cuddly wuddly bed and give the being I have known for as long as I can remember, and who happens to be the one that knows most about me (i.e. my plush elephant Leo) a hug. Or twenty, for that matter.
Or maybe I'll go train my HorseIsle horses first...
Either way, see y'all around. Have fun living.
---Mary Sue