Birdy

Reasons Why Kris Would Make a Good Man:

1. She looks extremely manly with a five o'clock shadow (yes, I would know).
2. She has a real moustache anyway.
3. She pees standing up (sorry, kidding. Actually, I wouldn't know).
4. She fancies Joe.

I can't be bothered with this any more. Ok, so, she's not manly. Whatever.

But I feel like making fun of her, as I am all alone in the I.T. room, whilst she is having lots of fun in the detention room with Mrs. Diddy. And as she is invading my house tonight, I have to wait for her. Ho hum.

There is not much for me to do here.

I am not going to lower myself to doing homework.

Instead I will read blogs.

Actually, no I won't, as I just laughed properly out loud at one of them, and embarrassed myself thoroughly.

Like that makes a change.

Tonight (Matthew), I give Kris a fringe. I am scared, as we all know what happens when I allow scissors to connect with hair. That's right. I chop way too much off, and the hair-wearer ends up looking like a pillock. But I guess that is ok, as Kris already looks like a pillow. I meant pillock, but I mistyped it, and pillow amused me. So I left it there, for me to gaze at in an amused way for a minute. Actually, Kris would make a good pillow. Yeh man.

And there is someone over the other side of the I.T. room with the most infectious laugh I have ever heard. It keeps making me giggle, and as I am by myself, here, giggly madly at a computer screen, whilst typing nonsense at the speed of light. I look like a bit of a loon. No exaggeration here, folks. I am getting a million funny looks. Where is Mrs. Smith? I cannot see her- usually she'd be over here telling me off for mis-using the school's resources, which I should not do, as I signed something in Year Seven to say that I would not mis-use the school's resources. But honestly, how can you tell me this? I don't even remember signing it. And even if I did (which I don't) there is no way that I could have known in Year Seven that I was going to want to mis-use the school's resources when I was older. So I signed that form (if I ever actually did sign it) not knowing what a hell-raiser I was going to be in the future years. Therefore, the form was signed when I would have been too young to realise this, meaning that there is no way I could have understood what I was signing, thus showing that I shouldn't have signed it. Which I don't think I did anyway. But apparently, they have the right to revoke my right to use the school's resources. Am I still typing? Yes I am, and I am still not making any sense. I do not care.

Sigh.

I still have ages to go until I can leave.

And I have a lot of homework to do.

And, I just got my GCSE timetable, and I will be GCSEing for OVER a month. AND, to top it off, I have my first examamamamamination TWO DAYS BEFORE STUDY LEAVE. Now, you there. Tell me if this is fair. No, it is not fair, I need as much time as possible to cram all the useless information as I can (which, admittedly is not much). I shall fail.

I give up.

I may as well just kill myself. And I am sure that I will. With this nice set of headphones. Perhaps I could rip off the ear-y bit, and then stab that hard plastic thing, which would be very sharp, in to my heart, plunging into the flesh etc. Ah here is Kris. BYE BYE.

I wonder if I have been texted.

Ooh, yes I have.

TWO messages. God, I'm popular.

One from Tom Scott, and one from Laura. Or, actually, Kris and Tom. Yeh. Don't ask.

I REALLY want some chocolate right now.