Year 11 back on timetable

And, tbh, I want to stay on exams. It's better than school. Get up at hallf eight. Go to school at half eleven. Do an easy exam. Come home at half two. It's mint.

Watching Funny Money at Farnworth Little Theatre tomorrow. Then stewarding on Wednesday with Rach. That'll be fun.

Erk. It's time to go to bed, because I've got an early morning tomorrow.

Further Farnworth Fun

Gemma, Grouping people:  Kim, you're a Chav.
Me:                                         Sorry, it's the coat.

We started as we meant to go on.
Becy was a Chav. And me and Rach was Emos. (Y).

"Wow, a light up watch! Is it braille?"

Then Rach and I were having a picnic, in the field of black grass, where the sun never shines. *Tears* :-
RachTBH:                       I had a ring. My Gran gave it to me.
Me, choking on drink:   Sorry, I just died.
RachTBH:                       So did my Gran.
    We then literally roffled. Pure genius, in my opinion. But I'm biased.

And after that, we regained our composure and showed all the Chavs how to be Emos. Rather amusing. Honest. Then Becy told us how to cook a Chav.

Now I've got Latin paper 2, as well as Greek to look forward to. Erk.

I survived english

But then had to stay in school for an hour and a half. Stupid me. Everyone else in set one maths had gone home. Bastards. Most depressing. But I did manage to find out what was on the Latin and Greek papers, which is very useful knowledge.

But yeah, this morning. It rather weird. I was stood in the peltin rain and the freezing wind, singing Fer Sure at random passers-by. It all spiralled from there really.

The revenge Files of Alistair James

was the proposed name of the new/improved/same-as-it-was-before-the-impromtu-hiatus blog. It ended up staying the same. Maura is giving me great encouragement to actually post with "frequent regularity". So I might.
Yesterday she made a banner. Look up. Isn't it lovely? She's a proper genius, our Maura.
I'm going to carry on typing, because it beats revision for mocks. English paper 1 tomorrow. Then Latin on Tuesday, and on Wednesday with Greek. Oh, the fun.

We took the decorations down today. Everywhere looks all empty. It's most depressing. Consequently, the floor in this room is covered with fairy lights and tinsel. I'm about to hit the publish post button, then hopefully do the same tomorrow, with news of how English went [/will have gone], and the journey home.