The day that I asked "What are you doing? You're supposed to be my sister! Ooooh"
School today was pretty boring the highlights were few and far between. First was in geography when Thrappers was ripping down Baps. Lizi realised why and said oh it’s because you lost the football. Thrappers said I wouldn’t call it losing id call it a thrashing. Baps with a stern serious look on his face began saying why they lost and looked generally really pissed off.
Period 4 I sat with Leila and Sophie Landers and we got talking about this girl in the year below and constantly saying “What are you doing? Supposed to be my sister.” “Ooooooooooooh” this had us wetting ourselves when we came up with the plan of getting her number so we could send her two text messages one saying “What are you doing?” and the other saying “You’re supposed to be my sister.” We got her number and watched the girl go into the toilet so sent the two messages. The next plan was when she came out Sophie would say “What are you doing?” then me and Leila would turn our heads and I would say “You’re supposed to be my sister” this didn’t work because when she came through the door she walked so fast that when I turned and said my comment she had already walked past me so I cracked up and collapsed on the floor laughing. This was more embarrassing when I went to the toilet and suddenly burst out laughing.
In the evening was Nicola Roberts’ party. I arrived and it was good, the wine wasn’t it was like cat piss. Then after drinking more and more wine we began discussing middle school showers and also how smooth our hands were. I went to the toilet and for some reason Anne and Becky made me stand in the girls’ toilet with them. Thanks to this and some shouting the waiters thought I was wasted and had been sick so got me water. A bit later and a belly dancer had come and gone so we decided to do shots and nick the glasses. After that we had a bit of a dance and then we really had to go if we were going to make it to Oxygen before 11. me and Jilly left and ran towards Litten Tree to get some free tickets but they had already been given out so we had to run back towards Bankers were we met Anne and the others grabbed out tickets and leapt into a taxi there. We bombed out of the taxi and into Oxygen with literally seconds to spare. Like the skanks we are we share hangers in the cloke room.
I was drunk so don’t remember much of the details but we ran into Lisa and Karen Smith and also Luke Hill who got a bit friendly with Jilly. I threw up in the toilets and then carried on dancing. Becky kept getting hit in the head at one point. After lots of dancing and requesting of the Spice Girls we left.
The rest are just a mix of colour and bad facial expressions.
I all pilled into a taxi where was going to extortionately charge us to go to Harrold as well as Sharnbrook so we decided that I would go to Anne’s. Once at Anne’s I sat on the floor spilling water down myself and talking to Alice. Then Anne came in to take me upstairs however in the process of picking me up gave my burns in my pits which are now red raw and deodorant didn’t help. When Anne woke me up in the morning I walked her to the cake shop and then went back to her house to get picked up by my dad. While I stood dressed to the nines at 7am I saw in my phone book under last numbers dialled that I had called the girl from earlier the “What are you doing? Supposed to be my sister.” Girl!
My dad arrived to drive me home and he drove so fast and do jaggedly that I nearly gagged at many points. I dragged my sorry hung over ass into work and was persuaded to stay on and extra 2 hours with Damien who is so slow he took 20 minutes to do temperature checks which normally take about 3 minutes!
I have just had 2 electric shocks from my sister’s computer and they both fucking hurt.