Living for the weekend
Dum dum dum. I have just finished watching Roswell Series 2, and despite my desire to buy Season 3 right now, I must wait until I have at least done the exams next week. The dirty Tess bitch has finally gone. How could someone so horrible stay for more than a Season?!
Today wasn't too bad at school. Mrs Connick, although nice, is getting more annoying. Not only do we know more about her kids than our own parents, she now has resorted to interrupting people. I don't actually bother talking in her lesson. Robyn had to restart her story about 5 times because it kept reminding Mrs C of things in her life she knew about. I wanted to hear about the funny Tourettes people!
Then we had almost 3 hours of nothingness due to a badly designed timetable, so Mari took us to McDonalds, which is so unhealthy but we now have easy access due to the number of drivers in our group, 2, although only one takes us places *er-HEM Jo*. Ah well, it tastes so good. I'm sure they can give me a replacement heart or something when mine gives up.
Chris Budden the squirrel killer was nice and got his Mum to give me a lift home, so he'll only be treated a little bit badly in hell now.
I got home and slept for 2 hours. I have this nasty sicky feeling in my stomach and I hope it goes soon. That is highly unlikely though as my Mum just fed me.
Even though I have absolutely bog all to go, I shall leave it there. Hope all is good. In the words of an absolute tosser "Ba baih"
Today wasn't too bad at school. Mrs Connick, although nice, is getting more annoying. Not only do we know more about her kids than our own parents, she now has resorted to interrupting people. I don't actually bother talking in her lesson. Robyn had to restart her story about 5 times because it kept reminding Mrs C of things in her life she knew about. I wanted to hear about the funny Tourettes people!
Then we had almost 3 hours of nothingness due to a badly designed timetable, so Mari took us to McDonalds, which is so unhealthy but we now have easy access due to the number of drivers in our group, 2, although only one takes us places *er-HEM Jo*. Ah well, it tastes so good. I'm sure they can give me a replacement heart or something when mine gives up.
Chris Budden the squirrel killer was nice and got his Mum to give me a lift home, so he'll only be treated a little bit badly in hell now.
I got home and slept for 2 hours. I have this nasty sicky feeling in my stomach and I hope it goes soon. That is highly unlikely though as my Mum just fed me.
Even though I have absolutely bog all to go, I shall leave it there. Hope all is good. In the words of an absolute tosser "Ba baih"