Last day of year 8.
17/07/2009
It was good and bad...
School: Yeah, first we had an assembly where we basically just shuffled in our seats hoping that our teachered didn't notice our trainers. And i went onstage to be presented with "Jamie-Lee Carter"'s award for helping out in French for open evening. As the school production this year was Bugsy Malone, we had the "treat" of some songs being performed for us. So there was a load of tall year 10s, and then a dip where you could just see the tip of Bader's hat. Very funny. Then "Tulula" walked through the audience and flaped her fan over Corey Mitchelle's head. You could tell he was so chuffed.
The rest of the half-day was a blur of watching Drop Dead Fred, and eating Chocolate in French. I loved every second of it.
Home: My life is falling apart. None of my parents want me and all my step parents are complete and utter PRICKS. Mum's going tomorrow for a few weeks, and i'm stuck with Mr.Prickiams. Oh, i fucking hate him. So yeah.
We also went to Barry Island for the day. It was really nice. I guess that's all i can say about it. The kind of perfect that you know isn;t going to last, so it makes it imperfect.
Other: I think i have a phobia of getting older. Don't laugh. I'm serious.
Juiced 3:25 pm