Wills *owns* =)
Today I hauled my ass into school to do some revision. Unfortunately this backfired, conveniently missing English Lit. revisions sessions, and instead just sat in IT2 with Tom discussing Back to the Future. Incidently, I missed that out my last entry, I spent the weekend watching the Back to the Future Trilogy, and I've decided it's my favourite film(s) eveeer.
After break, I joined Wills for a session of Maths revision, where I managed to do nothing except perfect the art of firing paper balls with the little Maths revision leaflety thing we'd been given. Due to the lack of work, we departed and went to town, where we walked around, and I asked in 'Andy's Records' and 'That Music Shop' for a job, both of which had no places, which is annoying. In 'Andy's Records' I was taking a look at the Metal section, and Wills started on a rant about how the music I liked was crap and it was just noise (remind you of someone? =p) and blah blah blaaah. He picked up random albums and told me I must like them because they had needles, blood and crosses on the front. He then went on to say he wasn't playing in a band with me if we played that music, and I told him I was well aware of that, and if I was in a band with him we wouldn't be playing that music. He explained he didn't want to play it because he wanted people to enjoy the music, and not have people standing in the crowd injecting themselves with drugs. =).
We returned to school for two lessons of Humanities revision which helped quite a bit.
Wills had another rant about the word 'own', which was funny. I then went to see Mr Heafford after school to go through my Humanities mock with him (the one I got an E in =D), and reading it, it became aware I actualy didn't give a fuck when doing it.
Also, I appear to have developed an amusing problem with my phone, I can recieve and make calls, recieve and send texts, but, whilst I can hear the person talking to me, they can't hear me =D. So Emily, if you're wondering, that was the problem =). And now I must go get a drink before my throat ceases up (is that possible?!)...
Hey, check it out, it's a cyclops -)
Adma xx
After break, I joined Wills for a session of Maths revision, where I managed to do nothing except perfect the art of firing paper balls with the little Maths revision leaflety thing we'd been given. Due to the lack of work, we departed and went to town, where we walked around, and I asked in 'Andy's Records' and 'That Music Shop' for a job, both of which had no places, which is annoying. In 'Andy's Records' I was taking a look at the Metal section, and Wills started on a rant about how the music I liked was crap and it was just noise (remind you of someone? =p) and blah blah blaaah. He picked up random albums and told me I must like them because they had needles, blood and crosses on the front. He then went on to say he wasn't playing in a band with me if we played that music, and I told him I was well aware of that, and if I was in a band with him we wouldn't be playing that music. He explained he didn't want to play it because he wanted people to enjoy the music, and not have people standing in the crowd injecting themselves with drugs. =).
We returned to school for two lessons of Humanities revision which helped quite a bit.
Wills had another rant about the word 'own', which was funny. I then went to see Mr Heafford after school to go through my Humanities mock with him (the one I got an E in =D), and reading it, it became aware I actualy didn't give a fuck when doing it.
Also, I appear to have developed an amusing problem with my phone, I can recieve and make calls, recieve and send texts, but, whilst I can hear the person talking to me, they can't hear me =D. So Emily, if you're wondering, that was the problem =). And now I must go get a drink before my throat ceases up (is that possible?!)...
Hey, check it out, it's a cyclops -)
Adma xx