OH MY BLOG!

Textiles is the best lesson to blog in... We are allowed computers and Mrs. Walton doesn't particularly check up on us. Also, I don't count Textiles as one of my important subjects (haha okay, so it's not my ONE important subject, basically it's not English).

So... I guess I don't need to tell you I went to sleep late last night, I have pretty much turned nocturnal (during the day I am a zombie powered with 3 or 4 cans of redbulls). I actually went to bed earlir than usual last night however, as my mother turned up home EARLY (at like 12:00) and I was still on the computer. Wishing to avoid talking to my dear mother, I pulled the plug out of the socket (apparently that's bad for your comouter, but thats the only way I ever switch mine off :S) ran to my room, only to find all my new clothes all over my bed, I hastily switched off the light, threw my duvet on top of them and it looked like I was in bed, albeit uncomfortably. So I waited till I thought she was safely passed out, but as I stealthily lef t my room she was slumped against a wall (uh-oh) and saw me and immediatly starts slurring at me... OH Great. Did I mention that her breath at this point was strong enough to get ME drunk (and I pride myself on my high tolerance) or at least pickle Vladimir Lenin, just my standing near her. So as usual I am faced with the diemma of whether I should just turn around and hope she doesn't recognise me (unlikey as I am her daughter) or stay and talk for two mintues then try and extricate myself and actually go to bed. I went for the latter and stood with her in the kitchen for a bit while she ate. Let me tell you, I cannot think of anything more disgusting then watching a drunk person eat, it drives me abso-fucking-lutely mad to see half a masticated vegetable rolling around in some moron's mouth. I love my mother... not.

Anyway, I finally got out of there (I hardly ever interact with my mother, but when I do it's almost always unpleasant...) and chucked all the stuff that was formally IN my bed, UNDER it which was a slight improvement, but it didn't all quite fit so some of it was spilling out... Kind of like trying to put a thousand popcorn kernals into a popcorn cup that's only made to hold 700. In other words, difficult to make it look like my room look remotely neat... :(

Fell asleep immediatly, much to my surprise and woke up at 6:30 feeling rather good. Good mood didn't last long (they never do) when I saw that my mother was up and she was making eggs. I HATE WHEN MY MOTHER IS UP IN THE MORNINGS, IT RUINS MY WHOLE GROOVE. So we had a screaming match about her drinking - not unusually - and she denied it, which made me laugh quite hysterically (really, who does she think she's kidding, I'm not as dumb as people think)...

So I hopped on the bus and to my surprise, Wheel was on there (he stalks me in the mornings, it's really quite nice) and I laughed at his silly tracksuit trousers. Sorry Wheel, you know I love you majorly... This cheered me up more than usual, and as I made my usual 7-11 stop I was practically SMILING (ok, maybe that's taking it a little far, but I WAS considerably cheerier than I had been when I left my house) and I bought my redbulls, gum and cigs and even gave the lady a tip - which was meant to be my lunch money, but she really is nice and always lets me buy cigs in my school uniform, I hope we can be friends :) I kid.

First period of the day was TOK which I slept through entirely, despite having consumed two cans of red bull previosuly. THE BLOODY GUY ON THE LEFT OF ME KEPT TAPPING THE TABLE AND KEPT LAUGHING WHEN I SHOT HIM THE EVIL EYE. I can't believe he ruined the only sleep I usually get, I am going to kill that cunt.

Then I had maths when my and Gyppo argued about who was more of a pikey, me or him (I said him because he has darker skin and went to state school and he said me 'cus I was from eastern europe, my point was blatently better...) and we had a math test to which of my answers were mostly "?" which probably won't get me any marks (so I decorated them with flowers, they'll have to give me a mark for that...).

Next up was Film in which Sunshine and I had to make our Genre Presentations. Sunshine has been telling me for two WEEKS to write a script, he wrote one, I didn't and winged it, and the teacher said I was better. HAHAHAHA IN YO' FACE, I TOLD YOU I WAS THE QUEEN OF BULLSHIT :).

So now I am in Textiles, I just made my Challenge Week (like a week were we all go on a school trip) choice, and I chose Year 8 Camp, as I am banned from going abroad by the school (Cambodia etc) with Fuzzy, Capes, R and J&J

YAY! Not, I fucking hate year eights, I am going to ANNIHILATE THEM