Goody Goody Two Shoes

Today was not so uneventful.

Firstly, we had Bethan trouble (poor chid, I hope you are bettered).

Then my mother tripped in the street and broke her teeth.

So, now she is bald and toothless. I shouldn't laugh, but I do.

I also drew the naked lady again. She is a very hairy one. And a natural ginge, as I have mentioned previously. Apparently, we get to draw a naked man next time. I will indeed laugh. Penii are funny. There's no doubt about it. I vote we make an erection flip-book, if you get my meaning, and I think you do.

Also, I have Blodge coursework. Which is glaring at me from the corner of my room. It consists of cutting up potatoes, and sticking it in sucrose. I hate sucrose. I hate potatoes. I hate test tubes, and I hate lab coats. Except the really cool white ones, which swish as you turn the corner (a la Green Wing. That's a point. When's Green Wing coming back? They have deprived me for far too long now, and I don't know how much longer I can bear it.). Blodge teachers are stupid. They have been watching me do prelims and pilot tests for this experiment for about two weeks, and they waited until NOW to tell me that I can't do it. After they gave me information on how to do the experiment. I still love Yarwood, though. She's forgiven. It's just the Bernie one that can go away. Now, please.

On a grooving note, I have credit. For the first time in about two months. Good, eh? So you can all text me with your sweet notes of love, and there might be a chance that I'll reply now. Possibly.