Couldn't think of a title today. How about you make your own up?

Mood fine. Nice day today. I’m happy enough.
Wearing my cool orange tee, my Wranglers, my steve track jacket and my funky new bloo emo socks.
Eating/Drinking citrus fusion Airwaves chewing gum
Hearing Einaudi – Due Tramonti
Dreamt about nothing, to my knowledge. But the other night I dreamt my ma was a counterfeiter. And she had this bag in her bedroom which was fully of £5, £10 & £20 notes. There were a few £50s in there too along with a few £7, £8 & £9 notes too.
And they were all printed on those receipt thingies… y’know, the ones with a glossy side and a matt side? And they were double sided, but not, at the same time. And it was really weird. Mainly because it was my mother, for a start.
Currently reading To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
Present MSN name Don't ask me what I think of you. I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Talking to no one. I hate people atm.
Last text from Bone. I think. But again, I’ve been quite popular again recently.
Word of the Day No

Not a lot’s happened recently. Well, I (ahem ahem) only finished my coursework, did my French speaking exam, discovered three of the steve boys on MySpace (did I say that in my last post? I dunno… I really ought to learn to refer back). I also visited the hospital a lot cos my granddad was seriously ill. He had a really bad heart attack. But he’s kinda okay now. I really thought he was gone this time and I think I was in shock most of the night when it was really touch and go… Jen was here with Lisa, Danielle was somewhere and I tried to take my mind off it with a really lame film. The Others, I believe it was. But that was just as depressing cos that was about dead people.

But I’m going to see him again tomorrow. I hope it’s back to normal again.

Anyhoo, I don’t want this to be a long post, because no one will read it anyway, I can’t really be bothered because no one can be arsed to read my posts and my pc keeps crashing and losing them, and that gets really annoying just after you’ve written a really long heartfelt post. Some of my 3000+ word posts are actually like, the 2nd, 3rd or 4th time rounds. I hate my pc.

I went to Bose & Tolani’s a few weeks ago and that was cool, but also not. Bose talked to me about stuff and it really upset me. Then I stayed over. I had finished my English media essay (and got an A* for it, which helped my coursework folder rather nicely, and I ended up wth 1004 out of 108 for my entire folder, which was cool and also the best in the class. Wooty.) and they said if it got at least an A, they’d take me out. So I guess they owe me. I want to go to Nando’s, but that might be too expensive, I dunno.

Also, London was… alright with Reba. It would help if London didn’t make me ill. Also, my love of trains has reduced cos they hurt. What I mean by that is, you know when you can feel yourself getting higher or lower in a building or something, and the pressure changes, and sometimes it hurts? Well I had that when I was on the trains.
We went to Greenwich which was nice and had a great market. I bought a dress for the last day which pretty much need a degree to able to put it on properly.
I saw it, and I won’t disclose how much it was, but I really liked it. We were about to go, but I figured if I didn’t buy it, then I’d never have a nice dress to wear for the last day at school (which I’m dreading; not because I don’t want to leave, which I do -- but because I don’t want to do that whole arriving thing where everyone stares at you and makes judgements on you. I know what it’s like, cos I’ve done it to so many people in previous years. Also, suppose you get out of your vehicle and people boo or something? Meh. Pah.) So I called my mum and told her about the dress. Then I went up to the guy and said I really liked the dress but I didn’t have enough money on me to buy it.
I asked if I could send him a cheque in the post and then he could post me the dress, but he said it might not work like that, or something. So, anyway… after quite a long time (the guy was pretty slow, what can I say?) and a carefully guarded (by me) chat with my mum on my phone (it’s London! He could have stolen my phone!) he eventually decided that I should take the dress with me and I didn’t pay him a penny. He said he’d expect payment within the next few days.
I think that was either really nice, or really stupid of him. The hilarious thing is that his company/shop/designer name is called ‘London Kills Me’. If he carries on like that, there will be less honest people than me who will just take his stuff and not pay him. Silly billy.
I felt bad for Reba and her folks cos I had taken so long. I don’t suppose I will be going to their house or London with them any time soon or, like, ever again.
Mike was very good in his concert. I have to say. Also, there was a fit trumpeter in the middle. Heehee. Reba thinks I’m a slag.

And for news closer to home: my French oral was awful. Everything that could’ve gone wrong basically did.
I got in at 11.30am and my exam should have started at 11.45am, but I ended up waiting nearly two hours to start cos of loads of problems. Before my exam I should have been given a sheet of paper to work out a speech from, but I wasn’t, so I had to sit there for quite a while to wait for Miss to come back so she could get me a sheet. This obviously took even longer. Then, when I got in, the tape player didn’t work. I was really nervous. I started and I said ‘ummm’ and ‘ermmm’ and ‘uhhhh’ and I ran my fingers through my hair and shut my eyes and groaned and held onto my hair really tightly and held my hair as I did my various activities. I must’ve looked awful.
During my mock, Miss commented on the amount of faces I made during the exam and she said that I looked really stressed and scared – I thought I had held it together rather well during my mock, but God knows how I must’ve looked in my real exam.

Of course, what would have been really good is if people didn’t keep wandering into the classroom while I was doing the said exam. That, that was stressful. They’d just come in cos it must have been their form room and they’d just stand there and stare, or whatever. Then Miss would have to kick them out and we’d have to rewind the tape, redo a bit, and then carry on. But after about two or three times of that, it really got me and I really lost what I was trying to say. It was during the General Conversation bit which was the bit I was dreading anyway, and I was supposed to do Home Life and School Life. Home Life then converted to Self, Family & Friends because I was so nervous and I forgot what topic I was even doing. It was terrible. It really wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t been put off so much by those stupid year 9s, but I was, and that was really unfair. I’ve probably failed my speaking. I’ll be lucky if I get a C. And I’m sorry, but for me, that’s crap and unacceptable.

I hate year 9s.

Anyway, over the past month, other stuff had happened, but it can’t be that special, or I’d actually remember it.
I did find out that the fashion show to raise money for Ug isn’t going ahead (thanks God) and I’m not going to be playing bass for the ‘band’ when we go to Ug either. Apparently they only have microphone amps over there, so no guitars will be played (properly), nor basses. I think a guitars can be held up to a mic, though, as long as it’s acoustic. But that won’t work for a bass guitar, so I’m a bit buggered.
And I really don’t want to do drama.

So I thought I have to make my contribution somehow, so I am hoping to buy them a really good toaster, as the one they have in the village already is pretty shite, so I’ll get them a good one. I’m not sure how I can a) bring it over, or b) get them to use it, cos I’m not sure what kind of plugs they have, but anyway… I’ll try my best.

Saw Bo’ last night too. ‘twas cool. We watched a really crap film which was only really saved by the ‘No.’ Heehee. And we stoped watching halfway through cos basically nothing was happening. I don’t know how that got rave reviews. Not only was it boring but it also had Patrick Swayze (eugh) and Rowan Atkinson (ick and *yawn*) in and it was basically lame. We should have watched Saw II instead. I maintain that along as a horror movie doesn’t have any scary water in it, it will be okay to watch.

Meh. Anyway, there are a lot of things I could say about certain people, but because I’m basically nice, I won’t. But be warned. Don’t piss me off further. With any luck, if you’ve got anything about you, you won’t. I would hope so, anyway.

‘tis all for now. I’m not writing anymore for today. Comment or die (or rather, if you don’t comment, don’t bother coming back. I’d like some feedback, y’know! And I’m sorry that’s harsh). And I’ll hopefully be back soon with some better stories. I mean, it’s nearly summer, so hopefully I’ll be getting out a bit more. Wootyville!

PS: new series of Green Wing has started. First ep was kinda rubbish, but the second actually made me laugh out loud. Now that rarely happens with me.