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Jan. 24th, 2005 01:41 pmI woke up this morning at 7am. This is never a pleasant start, really, as I wandered around blindly and ate cornflakes as I wouldn't eat until about midday otherwise. Got dressed. Wandered off to the bus, first purchasing Polos and a bottle of water in the paper shop. Sat on the bus.
Bus trip was baaaad. Firstly, it was late ("exaaaaam!") and Jess decided that Doc Martins were butch.
"I can't be butch," I argued. "My hair is growing and I am short and stuff."
"Yeah, but that's WHY you're butch!" argued back Matt, of all people. "You're short and wide!"
Stared in horror for a moment, responded with "Fuck you!" and proceeded to respond to anything he said with "Fuck the fuck off!" It's not big and it's not clever, but I was quite hurt. Hmmph.
Then, of course, we had an English exam. I knew I'd gone wrong when I realised I'd left my pencil and rubber in the changing rooms (what was I thinking I was going to do the layout plan with?) and then an hour in I realised I'd probably chosen the wrong task. Never mind. I have done it now and it is over. Politics was cancelled too, but I spoke to Hugh and I don't need the retainer, which is good. Hurrah etc.
And now it in lunchtime and I am wibbling onto the computer over the nightmare that was English. Tomorrow is General Studies (French AND maths! Wooh! I'm gonna fail!), Thursday is politics and so is next Tuesday. Lucky me.
~Hathy_Col~
Bus trip was baaaad. Firstly, it was late ("exaaaaam!") and Jess decided that Doc Martins were butch.
"I can't be butch," I argued. "My hair is growing and I am short and stuff."
"Yeah, but that's WHY you're butch!" argued back Matt, of all people. "You're short and wide!"
Stared in horror for a moment, responded with "Fuck you!" and proceeded to respond to anything he said with "Fuck the fuck off!" It's not big and it's not clever, but I was quite hurt. Hmmph.
Then, of course, we had an English exam. I knew I'd gone wrong when I realised I'd left my pencil and rubber in the changing rooms (what was I thinking I was going to do the layout plan with?) and then an hour in I realised I'd probably chosen the wrong task. Never mind. I have done it now and it is over. Politics was cancelled too, but I spoke to Hugh and I don't need the retainer, which is good. Hurrah etc.
And now it in lunchtime and I am wibbling onto the computer over the nightmare that was English. Tomorrow is General Studies (French AND maths! Wooh! I'm gonna fail!), Thursday is politics and so is next Tuesday. Lucky me.
~Hathy_Col~
