Heyhey.
Last few days have been crap. End of.
School bores me, I don't like how teachers think they're so above the pupils. Well, most of them anyway.
I don't like feeling sad, as I did from 4.30 onwards on Thursday, and all Friday, and a bit of Saturday. And over what too? Not really that much really, just the feeling that there is some sort of unseen thing missing that neither of us can identify.
I was also sad about the fact that Avenged Sevenfold play the Manchester gig one day before my spanish listening exam. Is it worth me sacrificing my Spanish Grade slightly, and make my mum feel shit and hate me forever x whoa, to stand and watch in awe? However, a good thing to come out of this was to show that Jake cares about me, quite a lot more than I give him credit for. He said he would abstain from watching if I couldn't go 'cos thats fucken harsh'. I don't agree with him, but it's still nice. Which is nice and reassuring. =)
So yeah, Thursday was gay. Friday, I felt gay for most of the day, and I didn't really have any inspiration to start conversation, so unless somebody else did, nothing was said. I had a big argument with Mr Jones, one of the most aggressive pupil teacher arguments I've had with a teacher as a Rainford High student, except for the one or two times Mr Williams had pissed me off. I also had an argument with Jonny about how I take photos, and that I only ever use one pose, apparantely, and that I am vain. That was the basis of the argument.
I ate pub food with mothers and then went to Amy's. She thought I was going to finish the relationship because of something Laura Kirkby said. *shrugs* She cried some, so I gave her a hug and stuff. I hope we are both happy again soon.
Amy still hasn't stopped bleeding. I'm surprised she hasn't bled to death yet.
School bores me, I don't like how teachers think they're so above the pupils. Well, most of them anyway.
I don't like feeling sad, as I did from 4.30 onwards on Thursday, and all Friday, and a bit of Saturday. And over what too? Not really that much really, just the feeling that there is some sort of unseen thing missing that neither of us can identify.
I was also sad about the fact that Avenged Sevenfold play the Manchester gig one day before my spanish listening exam. Is it worth me sacrificing my Spanish Grade slightly, and make my mum feel shit and hate me forever x whoa, to stand and watch in awe? However, a good thing to come out of this was to show that Jake cares about me, quite a lot more than I give him credit for. He said he would abstain from watching if I couldn't go 'cos thats fucken harsh'. I don't agree with him, but it's still nice. Which is nice and reassuring. =)
So yeah, Thursday was gay. Friday, I felt gay for most of the day, and I didn't really have any inspiration to start conversation, so unless somebody else did, nothing was said. I had a big argument with Mr Jones, one of the most aggressive pupil teacher arguments I've had with a teacher as a Rainford High student, except for the one or two times Mr Williams had pissed me off. I also had an argument with Jonny about how I take photos, and that I only ever use one pose, apparantely, and that I am vain. That was the basis of the argument.
I ate pub food with mothers and then went to Amy's. She thought I was going to finish the relationship because of something Laura Kirkby said. *shrugs* She cried some, so I gave her a hug and stuff. I hope we are both happy again soon.
Amy still hasn't stopped bleeding. I'm surprised she hasn't bled to death yet.