A combination of getting a good night's sleep and the fact that I don't have any official homework for tomorrow has left me in a very good mood indeed.
I am currently sitting writing this blog ( funnily enough) and listening to some Hairspray tunes. My only justification for this is that I've had a heap of homework the size of the empire state building and, to be quite honest, I feel like it's okay to take one day off; though I am going out both Friday and Saturday and have an exam on Monday, so really it's completely ridiculous that I'm sitting here in a state of total contentment, but nevermind- in the end it usually works out okay, in hindsight.
I cannot believe it is the 22nd of November and, therefore, almost a month until Christmas. Crap. It will take a miracle to happen for me to be able to buy people presents that consist of more than just a box of chocolates; I really am that skint. I'm going into town this Saturday with Natasha and I am pretty certain that my time will consist of looking at some items and thinking how nice it would be if I had any money to buy them. Sometimes I wish that I had a job, just for the sake of money, but then I don't particularly want to double my stress level thank you very much, so unfortunately I'll have to endure this current impoverished lifestyle for a little while longer.
My day was quite enjoyable today and I managed to refrain from falling asleep in class, which is always a bonus. For my first two periods, I travelled( well, perhaps that's too strong of a word) down to the Harte Building to help some Whiteabbey Primary School P5 children use Linguascope, which was a nice change from French class where we're now being taught by Mr Moore who's subbing for Mr Purvy who's subbing for Mrs Macauley who's subbing for Mrs O'Rourke. Fantastique. I'll certainly not be expecting an A in my French A level, then, especially not in Gide, considering the teachers we're getting admittedly know crap all about it.
Unsurprisingly I had something on at lunchtime today- why? Is it too much to ask to have the privilege of eating your lunch during lunchtime and not in class, or in some cases, having to scoff it down in about 5 minutes? I already feel repulsed enough at the thought of having to consume those grissle sandwiches over an extended period of time, nevermind having to face the sickening reality of practically swallowing them whole 10 seconds before the bell indicates lunch has ended. There's no justice in this world.
Tomorrow night, I'm going to Suzie's 18th birthday party, which should be banterous. This time, I'm making sure that we do manage to get a group photo taken, as they appear to be non-existant and it's quite sad not to have a picture of the entire azzas.
I'm now away to eat something remotely edible, get a nice shower and try to tame my latest mullet-like hairstyle, which cannot be avoided because everytime I step outside, having spend at least half an hour straightening it and making it look shiny, I get blown about like a feather in the wind or, rather, tornado and get practically drowned by torrential rain, thus go to school with hair resembling a lion's mane.Ah! the joys of being female.
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