Willpower triumphs!

So, as I am feeling in a particularly droll mood, I decided to write another blog pot (sorry did i say pot!? I meant post!) So where did we leave off? Oh yes, Textiles!

So after Textiles I had French - which I am refusing to attend due to artistic differences with my sub teacher (I haven't gone in two months, are you proud of me?) - which I spent in the SSC (kind of like a sixth form common room) with MUF, midget, muffin and S. Midget suddenly is overcome with a craving to go smoke a spliff and I am overcome with the urge to have a cigarette, so off we head to leave school to partake in these various illegal but rewarding activities.

ALAS, WHY do we have a new guard at our school? I would really like to make an official complaint. He refused to let us leave school for 'safety reasons' and didnt even let us smoke in his toilet, HOW RUDE.

So after this minor obstacle, we discussed routes of escape, only to realise that we as a group were all very suspicious looking (at least two of us have criminal records) so we ditched the escape idea because once a teacher sees us all together they would never let us out of their sight...

SO MUF had the bright idea of the tennis courts, which seemed like a dumb idea at the time but in retrospect was pretty good (funny how it's usually the other way) and the boys happily smoked their J and I happily smoked my cigarette. I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A SINGLE LUNGFUL OF MARAJUANA (sp?) MAY I JUST SAY. This is why the blog is entitled "Willpower triumphs!" because I always thought I had little to no willpower but turns out (even though i was quite the pothead way back when) I can refuse a joint! How impressed are you with me, dear readers?

So we climbed back under the barrier and headed downstairs without event (can you imagine how happy the school would be if they caught me with a bunch of boys smoking illegal substances?)

Anyway, had English last period and, VERY uncharactiristically, slept through it - which I felt SO bad about because I really do love English. That and the fact that Mr. Wheeler is the only teacher who's face I DON'T want to smash into a barrel of fecundant sardines mixed with live piranhas.

After this, I headed home with Marky and Ben and hopped to my 'work' on my computer (not after oh-so-gracefully slamming my head on the computer)

MOBSCENE!
ITS BETTER THAN A SEX SCENE

I am currently listening to Marilyn Manson... what the FUCK is wrong with me. I need help.

Toodles.