fell for the woman just when i met her.
I feel shocking tonight.
No, it is not a result of having finally entered my last year of high school (aka YEAR 12, aka THE YEAR OF PAIN AND FIRE AND SUFFERING). It is a result of my second-youngest cousin. He's nearly two, and he's blond and smiley and adorable and I love him to bits, but oh my God please to be not passing on your cold, bb.
As a result of being cuddled many many times by a bacteria-carrying little boy whose motto seems to be "sharing is caring" regardless of whether he's offering you his half-eaten biscuit or a runny nose's week-long tenure, Mum and I are moping around the house like a pair of prisoners on death row. Well, not exactly. Did I mention the fact that I'm in Year 12 now?
On that subject (Year 12, that is):
- My Lit teacher is awesome. She's also a Drama teacher and she's totally into the subject and is making it really interesting.
- My English teacher is a fuckwit. HAAAAAAAAATE.
- Psych, Legal and HHD are...to be expected.
This Lit homework is made of win. I am writing delicious ramblings on the nature of literature and the Chatterley trial and beauty and other such yayness.
Hello, Jamie.
Goodbye, Jamie.
Plusplusalsoand: SKINS IS AWESOME.