what is it about classics and small trees? yup that's right...photocopying vases twice to ensure the maximum use out of resources/me actually learning has created a pile of paper as big as our whole folder last year...ah bugger it...

quote of yesterday:

various people: so how's your daughter
mum: ask her yourself *gestures towards me*
various people: oh...my...goodness...that's Rebecca? last time i saw you, you were this *gestures teeny height* tall!
me: oh dearie...

on the other hand the groom remembered me and so did his sister =) impressive considering i've changed and i might not have had curly hair yesterday either which mum told everyone i have =S ahahahahahahaha

starry stickers =) yaye!

on the other hand mym coursework is boring and written by a 14 year old...yaye! =/

feel free to remove my star for today but ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

mr r: so what unis have you accepted offers from?
me: leeds and reading
mr r: and leeds are asking for ABB?
me: noooooooooooooo BBB
mr r: so do you think with your grades at the moment you'll be able to get BBB?
me: no
mr r: so why did you accept such a high offer?
me: because i got three rejections, so these were the only offers...
mr r: oh...oh...oh...ok...

my English teacher/form tutor might believe in me but the director of sixth form doesn't...i'm screwed seriously...

owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww my head is killing me...gosh it must be deadline season...my headaches are the surefire indication...owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

i swear my mother doesn't want me to have any independence whatsoever...grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

for pretty much all my life i've gone to bed late-ish and got up quite early...someone explain this...
thursday night: bed about 11:30pm
friday morning: up at 9am
friday night: bed at midnight
saturday morning: up at 11am
saturday night: bed at 1am
sunday morning: up at 11:30am
sunday night: bed at 11:30pm
monday morning: up at 12:48pm!!! whatttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt?

excuse if on Wednesday i'm dead before lunchtime at school my brain doesn't seem to do mornings at the moment...

my dad just called the dog "cornflakes on legs" ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...etc...

i'd forgotten how relaxed life is when you smile...today it's liz's birthday so happy birthday to her =) yesterday she decided my mum was my sister...oh dearie...today my dad took the tyre with a pucnture to the garage and they were like "no puncture here" ahahahaha gutted at him...we had about 2 minutes of snow today and that made me feel so happy again =)...i'm only scared about one thing...i'm half falling for several guys(guys i can actually half fall for...they're not attached to anyone for a change!)...but ah well life goes on...i just have to keep praying that feeling like this lasts for a bit longer...at least until Easter camp...and now I'm off to watch Toy Story 2 =)

"Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and
the wisdom to know the difference."

-Saint Francis of Assisi

for some reason today this means something to me...

chemistry teacher: "i'm not paying money for a flaming hole!"

chemistry teacher: "horses are a bit camp really"

martine: <insert a million references to holes here>

"make her cry...i want to drink her tears"

i hate this bit...

ahahahaha

"miss vT i've been happy for three days now!"
"are you on drugs or something?!"

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/northamptonshire/7300167.stm

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

from a problem page:

"Omg... I Really Like This Lad Called Mikey... Am i Normal 2 Lyk A LAD with this sort of name???? im so worried...he has such a wierd name!!! its buggin me... can anybody help.."

oooooooooooooooooooooooook...was slightly edited to make it more appropriate but it still gets the message across...

*sings/chants*
caterpillar...caterpillar...

BIG FAT APHID...BIG FAT APHID

*giggles*

i've made some things i'm quite proud of today...but i have to give them away...bit rubbish really...i love them too much...but the person getting them will hopefully love them too =)

i love it when my mum goes to work...my dad becomes vaguely sociable...however he did just tell me the video for "come on eileen" was filmed along the road that he was born in...don't remember the name of the road but it was Lambeth Hospital...he then turned around and said "my mum had a daughter there as well" *puzzled look from me* "but she was either stillborn or died a few hours after birth" *puzzled and shocked look* "yes you nearly had an aunt" and now having typed that out i've realised i don't actually have an aunt by blood...they've all married into the family...

tonight i am planning to give in to my craving that i've had for months...that's right...tonight i'm eating pizza...this also means for the first time in weeks i've had three meals in one day...let us never speak of this event again...

oh bloody hell...my mum went on a "wedding makeup" course today...she's come back wearing more eyeliner than my friends put together, and in the process of removing everything has made herself look like death/a panda as she now has a rather pale face and black smudged eyes...and is insisting it's fine and that we should go shopping together now...erm...i'm not going out with her looking like that...apparently though that's being mean but she looks awful *hides* if she ever offers to do the makeup for anyone's wedding, either yours or someone that you know(hannah keep her away from your sister!), refuse her offer and ask for flowers instead...she's better at those...