Today, I have written a hundred pages of a portfolio for my devised piece in drama. This is all well and good, except for the fact that I have no idea what I'm writing, and also the fact that I couldn't be bothered to do it properly, so it was lame. LAME, I tell you. And that is lame. Lots of typing though. Looks like I've done loads.
Which brings me to biology coursework.
They decided to give us our coursework back on Friday, and give us until the Easter holidays to do it. That gives us a week. And if you are as great at blodge as I am, and have got less than half marks, then you are fucked. Fucked indeed, as we also have drama rehearsals to do, English essays to scribble and art to rush. Mrs. H., you have had FIVE WEEKS AT VERY LEAST to mark these pieces of rubbish. And now my time is short. And I have also left some of the vitalness at school. Oh Lordy Lord, this is going to be a fun week.
Especially as I am going out on Thursday night.
Actually, I'm looking forward to that.
It is for English, and we are going to Richmond to see "Larkin and his Women" at the Orange Tree. Mr. Clatters has suggested we all meet up for a meal before hand. I am going to die. It will be hilarious in the extreme, and it will hurt me a lot not to laugh loudly. Bless his tufty little heart.
On another light and nicely fluffy note, I have a bag of fizzy pigs nestling on my table. Which is quite nice. Also, I have stupid pink hair again. I like. Even if it is a little bit orange in a few places. Ah well.
I can't wait for the Easter holidays to arrive.
Yawn.
2 comments:
COME TO MY HOUSE BEFORE THURSDAY NIGHT PLEASE.
Its closer to richmond than weybridge. And I literally live in it.
And you can go to dinner place from mon house.
And we can art, at my house.
PLEASE DEAR.
I made you a cookie.
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