Green Wing Returns

I am in the Art Block, and this is the last day of term.

Thank. God.

I am so tired.

So so so tired.

I went to the theatre last night, avec my English group.

It was good.

Mr. Clatworthy giggled the whole way through.

Bless.

I am so happy it's the end of term, that I may indeed cry.

A lot. In a crying way. Which will be nice for all those who can see.

Fati is next to me, singing. It is not nice.

And I should be doing some work, but I am a lazy git, and really cannot be bothered in any way, shape or form. Arghy malarghy. And I have sixty four books to bring home tonight. As well as a sleeping bag. And stuff.

Tomorrow, I am going Kingstonwise. Avec ma mere. And then I am wanted to go to Wimblies. But I do not want to, alas. I am not in the Wimbledon mode, you get my meanings? Who knows what I will do. I don't know. But I do know that I do not want to go on a piss up for no particular reason. Because that is not what I do. Boys are so gay. In a gay sense. Gay gay gay. I don't like boys today.

Ha.

So tired.