Emma is sitting next to me, lisping. I don't think this is what she means by being mentioned in this, well, it's kind of a careful-what-you-wish-for thingy. Ha. I like her new brace. It amuses me. Maybe I shall call her braceface. Face de la brace. Hmm. Abi wants to be mentioned also. She is asking me about war. I do not care for war, I am not a war lady. I think Emma is. She thinks she is George Bush. Don't be George Bush, Emma.
Today was full of Latin. And Miss. Hudspith. She starting rabbiting on about threesomes, which, in all honestly, scared me more than slightly. Miss. Hudspiths are not for talking about sex, thankyouverymuch, Miss. Hudspiths are for teaching Latin.
Kris and Emma are watching me, like hawkpigeons. Emma is cawing and Kris is trying to molest my ear. Get off, pervyknickers. Emma says that I shouldn't write about her brace. Bracey. Kris wishes to write something. Sigh.
OMG!! i'm in cassie's blog!! again!! this is cool. i wonder who's reading this, hello to you. ok cassies telling me to hurry up so i'll go, goodnite.
Illiterate pervert. Emma has no lip left, and I have just pinged her brace. It was fun. FUN. I want a brace. Kris says that I should take my pervert off. I don't know what she means. It is difficult to type when she is standing behind me laughing. Oh, sorry. I mean BY MY SIDE. Shut it, faghead.
weeeeeeeeweeeeeeeeeeweeeeeeeeeeeee all the way home.
That was Emma. We ignore her.
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