Thunk

I have my period. It is not good, and I'm sorry that I mentioned it, for I know there are a few of you out there who have a thing about people mentioning periods but, you know, you have to get used to it. And I am in SO SO SO MUCH PAIN. I want to chop my legs off and send me to Africa. Ouch ouch ouch ouch etc. Anyway.

Today was day of Drama exam. I kinda lost my book a bit, so Hattie and myself ran around looking for spares and photocoping everyone else's books. We nearly missed that one. That was a bad exam. BAD BAD BAD BATMAN. So bad. Not as bad as le Physiques. What a funny exam. Ohhhhhh dear. I can't do equations. Damnit. Then lastly, and probably leastly, we had l'Anglais. Well, in fact, we nearly missed that one, too. We were just in the classroom, doing normal classroom things, like shaking our arses, and watching ourselves (if you get me. HAHAHA.), when Mrs. Langenblahblahfrizzyredhairandareallybignoseandranthemarathonzepen ran in (in her little Germish way) and shouted "VHY ARRENT YOU IN YOUR EENGLISH EXAM? GET ZERE NOW, EET HAS ALREEDY STARTED!" (well, not quite like that, but I'm in an exaggeraty mood, and I felt like typing some mad sounding accent that makes no sense. Do you realise that right this second, I am thinking in a Germish accent? How groovy pencils is that?). So we all grabbed our things (no, Roxy, I mean our pens. Hahahahaha. If I inserted another "i" in there, it would be HILARIOUS. Well, not hilarious, but anyway. Shut up) and ran into the exam hall like the excited rabbits that we were, sat down at our deskios, and commenced failure. Woo.

Fifty nine hours later, in our classroom, we danced. Ohhhh, did we dance? Yes we did, we danced like chickens stewing in a pot of onions. We are queens of the dance *whistles*.