8 days and guess what?

Har-di-har-har.

I've been officially invited to presentation night this year....why? I'm didn't get my exam results this year...*Grows suspicious*

My brain has melted and flowed out of my ears in a big pile of liquidy grey goop. So many essays and flute practise and questions and art and research and Christmas. *Cries*

I'm so cold now. The heating is on in every room of my house and yet I can't stop shivering. *Shakes fist at body* You better not be getting sick....grumble grumble.

Dear Ian Paisley,
You are a fucking bastarding old git and a wank-shaft to boot. Photographs, I ask you! Asshat
Sincerely,
An angry Taig bastard.

Non-UK/Northern Irish people can ignore the above. *Shakes fist in general Belfast direction* Mutter mutter.

Getting hair done tomorrow. Hopefully.

Fuckity fuck fuck fuckalot.

Imagine I've never read a book, heard of any music groups/philosophers/writers/artists etc. Advise me on where to start. Who should I read? What should I listen to?

Hahaha, on Yu-Gi-Oh! tonight they edited out two guys holding guns so it just looks like they're threatening Kaiba with pointed finger, ahahhahahahahahaha.

Band rules: E.G.
Kathryn: Wrong 'You're' Marie. 'RE'...*Grin* And you're an English student!
David: Just because we speak and study English doesn't mean we can write it.
Me: Shuttup, I'm pendantic.
D: Nit-picker...Well I have an acerbic temperment!
Me: Sarcasm achieves nothing but...Succintly put, Pirate Dave.
D: A few words eh?...I'm going for a vigorous constitutional.
Me...I don't even want to know.
D: A WALK! HAHA!

D - Extended Lord of the Ring's fest - night of the 17th. Still problems?


I haven't got two essays for tomorrow. I'm not procrastating

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