Busy busy week and weekend.

Went to town today, nothing amazingly interesting happened, but we did see someone carrying a large crusifics (sp? It’s late…) with “Jesus is love” or some stupid message on it. So I started singing “Dradel, dradel, dradel…” Scott wished us a happy Rosh Hashanna, and we had a large debate on when Rosh Hashanna was, and if Simhat Torah was the next festival or Chanukah.

Then, this evening went to see Taming of the Shrew. Didn’t understand half of it, and was confused when the audience laughed at most times. One character had a lovely six pack, and another was obviously a pretty choir boy. The women were played by men in dresses. I laughed.

Going out again tomorrow, should be good. I’m tired, this must be what social people feel like. OOOH and I’ve been invited to a pirate fancy dress party for someone’s 21st. AAAR I BE SINGING OI’M A PIRATE.

Like, 3 more lines to do for geography and I’m sound with the mini project. :D
*Faints*

Last night Pete was talking about white lies on radiocity, so I asked mum if she thought I should ring up and say about what she used to lie to me about. She said I could, but to watch out because Pete’s a royalist.
So I waited for about 15 minutes before the number was given out, and ran to the phone. I immediately got through to the producer (Jay, he is awesome) and he said he’d ring back. Waited half an hour and he did, so I was put on hold.
I COULD HEAR THE RADIO THROUGH THE PHONE AND I WAS SHAKING LIKE MAD :D :D :D

Pete:Right, we’ll go on a break now and afterwards we’ll be back with Eve, Liam and…Molly.
Me: :O
Mum: *Yeeer*
*TV blares from study*
Me: Edward turn the telly down!!!
Ed: Er what? You gonna be on?
Me: YER!
*Pete talks to Eve and Liam*
Pete: Okay, now Molly what white lies do you know?
Me: O hi -*pete says hi back in the really kind way he does when it’s a little nervous kid*- Erm, well when I was little my mum used to say to me -well you know the film Bambi?
Pete: Yeah
Me: Right, well she used to tell me that Prince Charles shot Bambi’s mother, and I was really scar-
Pete*laughing*: THAT’S HORRIBLE!!!! OH GOD!!!

*I laugh and tell him about how mum told Eleanor that when her fish died they’d gone on holiday to Wales*

Pete:Why Wales?
Me:…erm…welleveryonelikesWales…

Then he told me about the time he had a kangaroo coat and told his god children it was skippy from the t.v show. They haven’t spoken to him since, but he has plenty more anyway. He chuckled a ‘thanks for your contribution’ and I went. I WAS SO HAPPY AND THEN THE NEXT GUY SAID: “Why blame Prince Charles ‘ey?” and they laughed but I was jumping round the hall then mum told me cause she was listening upstairs.

Great end to an otherwise crappy, repetative day.

It’s unjust. Someone went along all my youtube videos rating htem 2 and a half. HOW THE HELL? 3 OF THEM WERE 4.5 STARS!!!

I demand you all to get their ratings back to the originals.

Been a wierd week…
Children in need war crap. Didn’t watch it :D But I did get to walk round without my tie on. (and Kit ripped his while I had hold of it, PRETENDING to pull it…)

We all got an injection too. “Oh yeah by the way, you’ll have injections in lesson one and two…”
“WHA?”
Emma almost fainted after it, and I got it done in my left arm, so it was really hard to write for the rest of the day. Still aches now… :|
Told Tom I’d mention this, so OMG THURSDAY ENGLISH LEL DAT WAS SO FUNI! XD
*cough* Hmm yes it was, we doodled and between us drew a fetching picture of a man. And the writing;

Use your > (condom)
IMAGI-NATION (^ and use a )
:thumbs_u: Tom. :thumbs_u:
Anyway, Christmas shopping today. And had a haircut :O THE DRY SPLIT ENDS ARE NO MORE MWAHAHAHAHAHA. And I still have my side fringe, however, I’m dreading my hair when it’s been washed. I casn’t blow dry it straight. :’(
Still, for now tis all good. Except homework, and this is the only chance I’ll have to do it this weekend. I’m not taking it.

Toodles!

Hate it. GHEY. I don’t care if they help children, the people who take part on the show are stinking BBC Londoners. WELL I HATE THE BBC, CHILDREN IN NEED CAMPAIGN, PUDSEY AND LONDONERS.

And I’m allowed to say that cause my dad’s a Londoner. This must be what being part of a politicially correct minority feels like.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to Friday. We get to come into school with our shirts untucked AND *baited breath* WE DON’T HAVE TO WEAR OUR BLASERS. IT ONLY COSTS A £1.

I can’t wait. Middle of November; wind howling; rain smacking the windows; and there’s us sitting in a portocabin, shirts stupidly sticking out under jumpers, whilst freezing our arses off. Da PTA iz wel gud.
I’d rather dress normal. I SUPPOSE I’ll be expected to donate even if I don’t take part. Everone’s going to come in with fleeces on, and Mrs Edmonds will be all

“Er………I didn’t SAY you could bring them in. Go put them in the cloakroom.”
“But we’re cold.”
“Lunchtime detention.”
“ARR WHAT?”
“2 Lunch times.”
“Boring old bitch cow drone.”
“What?”
“Noubt.”

Of course, this will happen straight after the bell, they daren’t say anything before morning registration, they aren’t allowed to punish us then. Like when it snows. Mrs Edmond waits by the door and when it goes she opens it and screams “GET IN OR YOU’LL GET A C5*”
What the hell does she expect? It never snows with this darn Irish weather. I blame the penines for making the clouds gather rain above them.

*For those not at KD, C5 = OMG NOES NOT SITTING IN THE CANTEAN ALONE UNTIL MISS ELLIS SAYS, WDF, THAT’S A STUPID REASON FOR YOU TO BE HERE, COME DO ART WITH ME ALL DAY.*

Been celebrating my godfathers birthday today. He has no family so we’re like the closest he’s got, except for his friends in Tialand where he lives in winter. Was good, but I got some sort of murange (no idea how that’s spelt, not going to find out either) on my top, when I didn’t eat any….
Me and mum fought to lock each other in the rain too, and then she gave me a chinese burn. It was a painful one too. She started stroking my arm and I told her to stop grooming me. She laughed and said that was an awful thing to say. “It would of been an awful thing to do if you were a priest” said I, and then she grapped my arm. It left a hell of a bloody mark, and I knew it would happen. She’s so predictable.
Then, we got onto the “I really like Edward he’s awesome, but do you like Kassy?” convosation. Kassy’s a horrible, selfish, lazy, moaner, but she’s funny and keeps a gollywog in the window in the hope of causing controversy. I kind of like her a bit, but not that much. Still love her though. Edwards still the bestest, but it’s hard to decide when Eleanor’s around.

Wrote my Christmas list today, here’s what I’ve got on it for the sake of peoplegetthehint(nahnotreallybuymemalteasers):
Mp3 player & headphones
Harvest moon DS (DS)
New Super Mario bros (DS)
Lucky cat
Japanese dictionary
Tsubasa book 11
Pita ten book 5 and 6
Slawter and Bec by Darren Shan
The settee recovered/new settee in livingroom (big present)
A multipack of thousands and millions (had them for the first time on Thursday v. tasty)

The settee is very annoying. It’s brown. This wouldn’t be so bad if it fitted in with the leather brown chair and rocking chair we had in there already, but this is a completely different brown, and is uncomfortable. It’s a really nice settee too, just the covers as a hard as rock. I hate it.

It was then pointed out to me if I wasn’t going to Germany, the £270 could go towards getting it done up. Shit. I was only thinking about the general thing of being better off at Christmas. Oh well, I’m not giving up my holiday for the sake of my family, everyone else got to go on school trips abroad.

I don’t care about Vietnam. I don’t care about the stupid Anthology poems. I don’t care about informative writing. I don’t care about communism. If I did care, I would have taken history.

WHY THE HELL IS EVERY BLOODY SOURCE OF INFORMATION TOO DETAILED? I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHY THE BASTARD AMERICAN’S INVAIDED. WHY THE HELL ARE THE FRENCH INVOLVED? FGS I HATE THIS.

p.s. Wardrobe door is still broken. FGS.

Read Fruits Basket, ignored ICT, watched telly, ignored ICT, felt sick, ignored ICT, lay down and read Adrian Mole, ignored ICT, was famished but had to wait for about 2 hours for tea, started ICT, had tea, finished ICT, did German.

Usually I wold of done this straight away…I’m slipping…and I still have English about Vietnam. (I had permission to do a comic for instead of an informative leaflet but I can’t be arsed with making fun out of innocent civilians and war veterans)

I keep meaning to go to bed early but then I think, why the hell should I? And go about an hour late, leading to tiredness. :( I have no self control when it comes to sleep. I can’t sleep before 10pm, especially when it’s still daylight…even though it isn’t now…

Yes, it has. I told mum and she said I should be grateful I have a wardrobe. I wasn’t complaining, I was merely telling her the wardrobe which is older than me, has broken again. And anyway, SHE should be grateful she has 2 wardrobes, where as I have 1 broken one which I don’t even want that’s why I have a walk in wardrobe.

IDIOTS. THE WORLD IS FULL OF IDIOTS AND THEY’RE ALL MOTHERS OR TIGHT YORKSHIRE (Barnsley to be precise) GITS CALLED NIGEL ROBINSON AND, COINCIDENTLY, HIS MOTHER IS A BITCH.

My usually silky soft hands are beinging to get chapped from the ehxma (forgotten how to spell it) and cold weather…

Winter has arrived.

AND I FEEL ALL CHRISTMASSY WOO. I never get excited, tis great :D
Oh, and the site was held for ransom before, ¬_¬ baka andrew.