Hey Booies! I am calling you all booies from now on. It is pronounced Boo-ees. For the silly, yes megz, I am looking at you.
Sixth form seems really cool. I was so thrilled to see all of my friends on Wednesday, some for the first time in over two months, because I'm not a social bunny. I was pretty hyper for mostly all day long. We have a new uniform, it's like, suit jacket, black trousers, white top. I was wearing a shirt and a black sweater vest with my mary janes, and I didn't think it looked bad at all! I couldn't be bothered with having to decide what to wear everyday anyway, and it makes me feel a bit grown up, tee hee.
I assaulted a few years sevens, in a "oh my gosh you are so cute and you are so lucky to have seven years of highschool ahead of you," way, but unfortunately I got a bit out of control, and started pulling their hair and poking them until their form tutor was like "what's going on there?" and I made a hasty retreat.
The years sevens are not as cute as they used to be, but that's ok, because I'm even cuter than I was last year.
Oh my gosh, I just ate an entire aftereight in one bite. It's shocking really.
I love free periods, I know it's silly, and it'll wear off really soon, but for now, it's great. Firstly I'm doing Chemistry, Biology, French and History, which are subjects I love so every period is a good period, and then I get frees in between!
I fixed my volunteering at MY LOCAL HOSPITAL for once a fornight, 3-5.30 on ward seven, starting two weeks today, and then I'll do the settlement shop on Saturday, so I'll be a busy bunny, but at least it'll make my UCAS good, and I really do enjoy doing the work, you know, you've got to work to feed the soul. I'm not just doing it for the UCAS points. I haven't gotten myself a proper job yet, but I don't really think I have time. This year I want to go for Head of Islamic society, because it's got to be a year twelve, and I'm the only year twelve who actually went to IS at all.
The new sixth formers are pretty cool, it's nice when people ask you what you get, and you can be proud of your results, and it makes me want to work even harder which is horrid, because today and yesterday were inductions and we haven't really had any lessons! Inductions and pep talks just kill me, because I don't like *talking* about things, I like *doing* them, so when they are saying, "You really have to work hard this year," I'm thinking, well I could be working right now if you weren't talking.
I've made a few poppets, Luke's, Yax's, Nevvie's and I'm working on Rob's. Remember that if anyone wants a poppet, just email me, or leave a message on my blog and I'll get back to you. My friend Kim says she'd like a bear one, which would basically mean a dot for a tail, round ears and hands and a round bit on the tummy. I think I'll do it and take a picture. Also, for people making orders now, the price of poppets has gone up, because I don't have as much time to make them now. Mini poppets are not being sold right now, because they are so time consumming. Regular poppets are £2.00+, the plus being any money you want to give me because you're lovely.
I've had "Frontier Psychiatry" running through my head for a few days now, it's on my blog having replaced "Kiss me" because that wasn't working, and it was getting a bit old really.
Today in last period, we had to spider diagram presentations, and one of my friends did "Guys we see on tv and think are hot," luckily Tom Felton was on there, else I'd have had to make some serious complaints.
I've lost a bit of weight, I'm not sure if it's something to do with my diet or I was nervous or something, but I'm pleased cause I like to know I can gorge and not get fat.
The only down side of today was that we had to write down our ambitions, and I am pretty much ambitionless, and I things I do want to do, I don't think I'll be able to do, and I don't really like to envision a future for myself, because I don't think it will be that great. Lesigh.
Hey to Lottie, if you read this, link Meag to my blog, incase she doesn't have it, and everyone comment so I know you still love me. :)
OH OH OH and letters, I have written Lottie and Jess, but I have yet to do Melissa, and Yas. Yas is tonight, do not worry m'dear. I have not forsaken thou.
"can you think of anything that talks? that isn't a person?"
Friday, September 08, 2006
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Actually it's "Can you think of anything else that talks? Other than a person?"
"UUH-UH-UHHHH-UUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Sometimes a parrot talks."
I can sing the whole song...
Me=anal XD
And you attacked a year 7 too? We have a trainee year 7 at the bustop. We adopted him. His Name is Joel Day, but I'm gonna rename him something sexy. It's like he works for us. ^_^
I have yet to attack a Year 7, but we have adopted the Albino Kid as our own, he just doesn't know it yet.
Ummm.... A bird? Yeah! ;D
God I love that song. I do situps while I listen to it because it's a groovy tune with a fast pace that won't let me quit.
Yay! My darling little poppet is coming! I shall be tempted to take it everywhere but terrified to because it's white (like a polar bear! hahahahaha) and might get dirty... :(
I'm also glad to hear there's a letter coming my way. My mailbox is neglecting me... No letters... no bills... not even junk mail. *sniffle*
Glad to hear school went well... Charlotte has just attempted to explain to me how on earth sixth form is higher up than seventh year... I'm not quite getting it, though. Ah well. :p
all right meag! You can join my "UK education is WTF" club!!! :D
We'll be utterly confused together, and find strength in our ignorance. :p
it's OK I got it! I wrote the reply in my underwear! Shock shock horror horror
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