Ahh... The Ups And Downs Of A Teenage Mid-Week Life

Hi. Thanks for coming Ros/Nat/Daisy/Ned... and various other people I know from Blogger. Welcome, welcome.

The last two days have been very hectic, with several good points, several bad points and a few little orange chips. Because I can't be stuffed to write it out, and I doubt you can be bothered to read anyway, I will just summarise.

The Good Points

• We did drama in English. I got to be a pig, therefore be really random, pretend to walk and start a fight with several people.
• In Latin Mr. Pine knocked his glasses off onto the fllor (mega hilarious). He then tried to make out that he had done it on purpose by saying, "So if I were to say 'Mr. Pine knocked his glasses off', what would be the direct object of that sentence?"
• Also in Latin, Mr. Pine asked, "What is the nomnitive case for?" Ed put his hand up and said, "For torturing children."
• In DT we continued making our circuit board - quite fun.
• In History, Cerys and I spent the great part of the lesson in hysterics. This was from several incidents throughout the course of the lesson such as: (1) Cerys lending Leo her rubber. Yes very boring. But then Leo started to do 'things' to it. A long, hilarious conversation followed, mainly about parts of stationary, licking, and well... Leo's private parts. (2) I became certain that our teacher had rabis and made a big fuss about any worksheets that were handed out. (3) We were writing a newspaper report on how a clergyman was reading the New Prayer Book to some scottish dudes/dudettes in the 17th century and the scottish dudes/dudettes rebelled and threw things about. I suggested to Cez that you could interview the clergyman and he could say, "Well I had nothing to do with it. It wasn't my fault. In fact, now I think of it, I wasn't even there." Cerys suggested having a Scotsman saying, "Well I was a wee bit high at the time- I don't remember much. I remember a guy taking his T-Shirt off. And he showed us his wee boobies." (4) Cerys made lots of comments about the... er... gender of our teachers.
• Ros got kinda hyper on the bus and talked with her top lip tucked under itself. Then Jenny and I started with several lots of "TTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

The Bad Points

• Becca, having walked out of the dance before, walked out of the dance saying she never wanted anything to do with it again. Then she got stressed when we wouldn't let her back in.
• I lost my ring
• I lost my buspass (but I think, or hope, I know where it is.) Thanks goodness it only had £1 left on it.

The Little Orange Chips

• Um...
• Well James gave Cez permission for her to call him "the popery beacon" and I suppose that counts because James is orange (hairwise). He isn't a chip, though.

Well thats abput it. But whoever you are please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please comment. PLEASE!!!!! Even if you are a paedofile threatning to kill me. OK, maybe not. But piedafiles are welcome (don't ask).

Lots of Love,

Miss Skittles xxx