Tired. Yep. Very. Rich, also. Babysitting has its rewards. I did two nights' worth this weekend. Which was boring. But rich making. We must not forget that factor. Friday, I babysat at Sharon's, and on the way home got chatted up by some archetypal Asian taxi-driver. Yay. Not. Then, yesterday, I went school shoe shopping with Kris. Hahahaha. She ended up buying some crazy shoes. I can't even describe them. But hey, at least I'll get a couple of laughs out of them. In the late afternoon, we went to Weybridge park to see Ogg, Oli Gill and Mike. They ended up climbing trees blindfolded, and riding bikes into fences. Right. Babysitting in the evening, for Lauren and Daniel. So that was ok. And today, I have done nothing. Of course. Well, it is Sunday after all.
I've done some English homework today. I am very impressed with myself, even though I have just written three pages of utter bullshit. I hope she wasn't expecting some literary genius. Oops.
As I have no memory this week, I am writing everything that I could possibly need to remember here.
What's Going On This Week:
Monday: French Conversation and Drama Practise
Tuesday: Drama Practise, and stay late for Be My Baby
Wednesday: Piano. Great. Probably Drama Practise, too
Thursday: Drama Practise, and stay late for Be My Baby
Friday: Drama Coursework in (no French Conversation)
Saturday: Beth's, then Fattie's party
Sunday: GEOGRAPHY COURSEWORK.
Yikes.
Also: Find pencilcase.
I am bloody useless.
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