Oh, what fun I had at lunch, hoisting Shaky Jake up the wall. Or trying to, and simply not being heavy enough. That makes me sound like I was on my bill. I was the one who wasn't heavy enough, but we all tried to hoist him up. This is going nowhere.
Moving on, I'm doing my GCSE music ensemble performance tomorrow. And hopefully I won't have to do it again.
Yeah, at least I posted.
The kids at FLT
Were putting on a show
It was called the Saturday Showcase
But that you already know.
And that was how our poem started. It was a Geoff-poem. 'Cause we're that cool. No, really, we are. Then we had pizza. Then we sang, on Singstar. Then we went home.
I was well impressed with myself yesterday: I eventually managed to make an animated .GIF of me and Rach going "Jacket on, jacket off". It's quite amazing.
Crazy days today. Crazy day? Shut up. I went to orchestra. Pfft. Then rushed home, grabbed some crisps and set out for Beavers. Looked through the mass of things I have to do for Platinum and Diamond Awards, then Rachel and I devised a genius master-plan of what I'm going to do. Like arrange a trip to a synagogue, and find a foreign colony we can be pen-pals with.
I'll leave it at that for my first post in way too long.
