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So… today not much happened except for I went to the destinations show at the NEC and got my face painted very funky-ly.

I’ve also decided to start a band, called Peroxide. I’ve even decided what our first cover will be.

That’s it

Bibi

Okay, maybe not ever but one good thing happened… you know that certain very clever person who beats me constantly? Well… the tables have turned and look who’s on top… this person here. Yep… me.

Except the clever person doesn’t yet know it. We were drawing and then I found an error in arking in my paper and didn’t want to publicly humiliate him… or humiliate me in case it didn’t count and then i looked xtremely sad and petty, so i sorted it out after class, but I am like officially first in year!!!!! Okay… i’ve got that out of my system.

Okay.. sorry i’ve not posted for a while peeps.. but anyway.

Nothing happened today, it was fab but nothing else happened, but we all had to check that our kit was labelled, and I was kicked in the face in front of the whole class during gymnastics by Harriets bare foot.

bi bi

Allie

I’m back, we had exams over the past week so I havn’t been speaking to you (sorry).

I thought i’d add this picture in honour of the end of exams, maths and all.

Anyway, I now have fitted wardrobes, they’re a colour that seems blue in my blue room but in the future if I ever want to turn my room monochrome they’ll look grey.

I read that little remark about me on Lycanthropist’s page, and SORRY GUYS!!! She was grinning after she finished and then said to me ‘That was so…’ and I said ‘Easy? I thought that too!’. Oops. Sorry

Nevertheless (I love that word it’s like a whole sentence without any spaces) I am still throwing her a C-Day party, a month’s early C-day party but a C-day party even so. If you’re scratching your head in confusion at the moment C-Day is the anniversary of the day that Lycan. moved to C (yay!). Oh, and Hatti and Lara are proper cows and are wondering off to various parts of Europe, I mean, God. Surely Lara could take an early flight back from Tenirefe, and London’s only a train away Hatti. How very dare they?

I forgot to mention, I’ve been playing with a peice of blue tack now for two days in counting, and it’s starting to melt. I have no life, i’d be worried if you hadn’t noticed that by now.

That’s all

Allie

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I have proof that I have accidentally hacked into Livv’ys account. ACCIDENTALLY.

Yeah, and I’m not a retard so I blanked out my password.

Username: ifyoucanreadthisthenyouareprobablyhuman
Password: *******
http://lycanthropist.wordpress.com/wp-login.php

I didn’t even mean to!

Yayness!!! I have emerged from the world of unblogginess after loosing my username, and on my quest to retrieve it thinking that I may have accidentally hacked into Livvy’s account, then wondering why it said all about her in the email telling me my username, then just giving up and deciding to write this.

Had a practice maths sat today, and a certain OC beat me by ONE MARK, one measly mark. You might have thought I could rise above it but no, so I decided to swallow my pride and do something that i’ve never actually done in my life, ever…REVISE! I mean, national disaster, but I found some groovy Science and History clips (with an extremely annoying woman, who is English, who is mean’t to sound extremely English, so ends up sounding American.)

Oh, and when asked by a certain smart person who persistantly beats me by one mark asked me what I got, and I realised he got SIXTEEN more than me, his mate pipes up from behind him and says, ‘Don’t worry mate, she’s crying on the inside’. Okay then MATIE, so are you infering that said smart person’s goal in life is to make me cry??

Which reminds me, read about a very mean person here>> bootsie.wordpress.com
Where was I? Oh. so anyway that person would have to be very cruel indeedy.

I must evacuate at once, there’s chocolate downstairs.
BiBi

Oh, and i’m creating a list of worst spellijg mistakes ever, here’s how it starts:

1. What was mean’t: ‘If god wasn’t here I wouln’t a rapping’. What was said: ‘If god wasn’t here I wouldn’t be r@ping’

2. What was mean’t: ‘Shakespeare recived a public award’. What was said: ‘Shakespeare recieved a pubic award’

What numpties

I was gonna write about the whole Terry Brandon incident but I really can’t be bothered but as Hatty already did here’s her page http://bootsie.wordpress.com/2008/01/17/thats-so-terry/

Caio

Au reviour

Salut

Sianarah

Bye

Just got back from Stratty with Hatty (I still can’t get over that) and I thought i’d tell you lovely people what happened. Well firstly, discovering that armwarmers, belt, braces, earings, bangles etc were five for a fiver in Claires, we literally became two demented teenage girls on a trolley dash in Claires. Thank god that shop assitant told us, because we ended up with like £20 worth of stuff for a fiver. Result. Now that’s smart shopping.

Then we went over to The Works, and saw some extremely cute pots of bubbles, so brought some, and then we went outside and noticed that someone had put fairy liquid in the fountain outside. It seemed appropriate to sit on the bench and blow our own. Then we saw someone dip a dog in there (poor thing, it was freezing). Then my sister and her friend came, her friends looked in horror because her dad is in charge of looking after said fountain, and then it was pointed out to us how guilty we looked. Okay, picture this, the fountain is full of bubbles, and there two teenage girls admiring it, WITH ABOuT A LITRE OF BUBBLES WITH THEM. God we can be stupid sometimes.

Then we ventured past the demented geese (yes you might have guessed I’m scared of them) and went over to the park bit with the statues. On the way there we sang On My Own from Les Mis, untill we passed the sign that said ‘Singing or playing instuments of any kind is prohibited without permission from the council’… bloody kill joys. Anyway, we got there and we went up the hill, and on my sister’s mates was down she fell over and got a very muddy bum indeed. I thought it looked like she turded herself, so her and my sister limped home, defeated and annoyed, with a skart tied round her ‘patch’. She definately didn’t see the funny side of things.

Anyway, after some roaming around we went home and on the way back I ended up charging my sister 10p for a mint imperial, of which a whole bag costs 40p. I swear my new found trade will probably get me through university and a down payment on a house at this rate. So anyway, now i’ve retired to my room, talking to you. But now I must go. But before I leave, you must bow down to the hand of rawk. (insert picture of my new armwarmers and the hands of rawk here). But any way you must tell me how to do this tomorrow Hatty, I haven’t a clue.

So today Hatti and I decided to round up our troops and do Caberet Evening. So we got three rejections, an extremely sly comment made by a certain Sally and still, two of us. So, to suit the moment we’ve put ourselves down to sing On My Own from Les Mis, so now we’re two little freaky loners, trying to sing a solo together, but i’m sure (well, I hope) it turns out okay…. Thanks for the support guys, really, cheers.

And then we had a convo about this video we watched in Science a few months ago. Like blind date with gases. TOP MOMENT: Argon’s introduction: ‘I’m a nooooooble gas’. We were, quite literally, ROFL. Oh, and this chinese guy’s: ‘My name is Lithium but my friends call me Li’. Pure gold, with cheese on top.

But I must go, I’m meeting Hatty in Stratty (omg I didn’t realise that it rhymed!!!) and I must dry my hair and stuff so…Buh-Bye

It was rainy, for the THIRD BLOODY TIME today, meaning major traffic in the French corridor (good god I feel like a traffic reporter). So we all decided to escape to M1, and discovering its lock-i-ness we emmigrated to the history room, only to realise there was two people, both doing homework. Very bored, and very wet, we emerged into the rain, risked the see through shirt effect and went back into M1. It wasn’t locked (yay) but bloody Mr R. (yes, I do refer to teachers as initials) was in there marking. So after anticipating a rave, and perhaps a spot of poker, we got to talk. I couldn;t even practise my singing of vulgar language!!!

But at least Hatti and I got a fab idea for a book: Things you didn’t think you’d say when you went into teaching. Starting with Mr R.: Okay, okay, whose got Kate’s hand warmers?? And then Mr P.: Love the socks Harriet, where can I get a pair? Followed by Mrs A. (talking to a boy might I add): Okay go and wash the lipstick off of your bottle. God some odd things happen at our school.

But anyway I hope this rain stops soon. In July everyone got flooded and we got sent home early, not a problem obv. but on the last day of school?? Surely it could have been timed a bit better. Oh, and it took about two hours to get back to Lara’s house, something that usually takes ten mins, and then it took my dad and sister another three to go the last fifteen mins of the journey. Rubbish or what? And what with Rhianna no offering us a share under her umbrella…ella…ella we all got very wet. But I hope that anyone that lives in Stratty and Salford Priors doesn’t get flooded, I just looked at the warnings and there’s one on the Avon so just be careful!

Grr, weather stinks.

Yes, i’m back, I haven’t yet decided that this is boring and a waste of my time.

Today in music we did soemthing very interesting indeed… we made jazz music with no instuments or notes??!?! Needless to say, I was very unimpressed too begin with, but this music turned out half… good. Exept for a certain perosn who didn’t quite get the call and respond but we’ll leave that shall we. I must say it was much more cool and hard than I had anticipated, who knew stomping and clapping could be funkified??

I left my iPod on last night (yay iPods!). I was listening to Disenchanted-My Chem I think if that makes any difference to you lovely people but anyway. I woke up with a jolt at three o’clock in the morning listening to Jingle Bells: an extremely annoying thing to wake you up and surprisngly freaky. (Well have you ever been woken up but a group of demented stage school children?)

I must evacuate the safety of my computer screen. The grandparents are here to pick us up.

Oh and oh yeah. A certain punk and I have created a new word. Funk becomes funky, funky becomes funkification, funkification becomed funkified, and funkified becomes punkified. It’s cuz we’re cool.