TIME TO PANIC KIDDIES
Today was a nice day. :)
Me, Anna and Sophie decided to be all nerdy and go see The Last Airbender, since the cartoon used to be so awesome. It wasn't that bad, which was nice, and it had Jackson Rathbone as Sokka, which was nice also. We had to run back through the rain to the Centre to catch the bus, and I ran through lots of puddles which got the suede in my flip flops really wet and squishy and made it feel like I was running on baby seals.
Sophie spent £13 on pick and mix which she ate about 5% of, I got a 'regular' hot dog which was about a foot long, and there was a background character in the film that had the most amazing hat ever. Like, imagine a furry cardboard box and stick it on a smaller furry cardboard box, and then stick that on your head. It was truly immense.
Then we got home and I resolved the fight I'd been having with my mother:
Millie: Look, I'm so sorry- I don't know what else to say.
Mother: You take me for granted, Millie. I work all day and-
Millie: And I was a complete and total arse. I'm so, so sorry Mummy. I hate it when we fight.
Mother: Me too.
*hug*
Millie:.... Do you want me to run you a bath?
Holy shit, results tomorrow. I'm trying not to panic and - quite frankly - I'm failing. I'm terrified I'm going to be disqualified from maths for drawing a dog in answer to a question I couldn't do, and I'm just so worried about doing terribly. Which is a completely real possibility. Or just not doing as well as I could have, which is in many respects worse, as it garners a 'we're not angry, we're disappointed' label, which is by all accounts the most frustrating thing parents can say.
Ever.
But I'm just trying to ignore it, and listen to by 'Be calm n00b, it's only a GCSE' playlist, which features Be OK, Loser and lots of Sophie Ellis-Bextor since she's far too badass to care about GCSEs.
Me, Anna and Sophie decided to be all nerdy and go see The Last Airbender, since the cartoon used to be so awesome. It wasn't that bad, which was nice, and it had Jackson Rathbone as Sokka, which was nice also. We had to run back through the rain to the Centre to catch the bus, and I ran through lots of puddles which got the suede in my flip flops really wet and squishy and made it feel like I was running on baby seals.
Sophie spent £13 on pick and mix which she ate about 5% of, I got a 'regular' hot dog which was about a foot long, and there was a background character in the film that had the most amazing hat ever. Like, imagine a furry cardboard box and stick it on a smaller furry cardboard box, and then stick that on your head. It was truly immense.
Then we got home and I resolved the fight I'd been having with my mother:
Millie: Look, I'm so sorry- I don't know what else to say.
Mother: You take me for granted, Millie. I work all day and-
Millie: And I was a complete and total arse. I'm so, so sorry Mummy. I hate it when we fight.
Mother: Me too.
*hug*
Millie:.... Do you want me to run you a bath?
Holy shit, results tomorrow. I'm trying not to panic and - quite frankly - I'm failing. I'm terrified I'm going to be disqualified from maths for drawing a dog in answer to a question I couldn't do, and I'm just so worried about doing terribly. Which is a completely real possibility. Or just not doing as well as I could have, which is in many respects worse, as it garners a 'we're not angry, we're disappointed' label, which is by all accounts the most frustrating thing parents can say.
Ever.
But I'm just trying to ignore it, and listen to by 'Be calm n00b, it's only a GCSE' playlist, which features Be OK, Loser and lots of Sophie Ellis-Bextor since she's far too badass to care about GCSEs.