Débile.

23rd November 2009 -

Okay, today has been quite alright, this morning was pretty rubbish as my ICT teacher really annoyed me by giving me way too much homework to do in a very short space of time, she then moaned at me for not getting my other homework done, which I had to do in class anyway - which is actually her own fault for setting me stupid homework - and then she moaned at me for not coming back after school more often. I mean come on, I know I’m quite good with computers, but I do actually have a life you know! Eugh. But then my day picked up. My 3rd and 4th lessons were spent in the CLC (a building at the back of our school with computers etc.) where I had a really good time listening to a really funny guy called Dean. He told us all about how he did rubbish at school, but went back to re-sit his exams, got really good grades and went into the army. Plus he had a London accent, and at the beginning he said “just to be sure, does anybody think I’m Australian?” which really made me giggle - I haven’t laughed like that in a while. But then dinner time made me a bit, bleh. So in technology, I really could not be bothered with anything, so I just sat there trying to think things over - with my Ipod in, listening to my crappy old songs, seen as I can’t add more due to my silly dad and his silly new (and expensive) computer - trying not to fall asleep. For the whole lesson. And then when I got home, I was told that I had exactly 5 minutes to get dressed and brush my teeth before going with my grandma, to the dentists. Now most of you will be thinking “yeah, so what?” but seriously, when you’ve just got in from school, and your feet are tired/cold/wet you really don’t want to have to be running around you room screaming “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FUCKING TOOTH BRUSH!?” then realising it’s probably in the bathroom. Where it always is.