hey people i really shouldn't be blogging right now because i have work to be done, a piano to practise, and a thank you card to write and send but i happen to be in a state which cannot be bothered to do such mundane tasks right now so you get an update.

don't all go yay at once.

so this term's actually gone by pretty quickly..i know in the middle of it i always whinge and whine that it's crawling by so slowly but looking back at it..it's been quick. i haven't managed to accomplish much (except for my daring deed a week which i STILL do for all those interested. ie. noone but nevermind moving on) but i think i'm hanging on pretty well. and sometimes i think all you need to do is hang on. there's no need to make great leaps forward (hist. people..reference to that sexy beast mao here) and if you are constantly moving forward there'll have to come a time where you need to slow down. so why not just do it now and save all that trouble. that's my positive and uplifting thought for the day.

i'm going to spain which is marginally interesting, as i've never been there before. knowing my luck i'll be staying with some grumpy old man who likes fishing and sunsets (remind u of anyone ter) and possibly tweed and pointy heels, which would just be the last straw, but at least i have claire.

i'm bracing myself for boredom for the rest of the easter holiday where i'll be swimming around in work and revision. so that's my raving holiday all planned out. i can feel the jealousy.

SUMMER ON THE OTHER HAND IS GONNA BE A COMPLETE RAVE!!! WHOOOOO!!! for all you inferior ponces who have no clue about what rach and i are doing (that sounds a bit dodge doesn't it) ure missing out on some exciting info. so crawl back into your little holes.

secrt message which i know you are just HOPING to have: you have to perfect that tranny bosson dance to make gherkin proud. you funky girl you. FATMAH FATMAH. fishy face! and i'm not sure if you know this face if you dont get it i'll have to explain it in person. the one when ure taking the piss out of me and ure eyes go all strange and you go "aboo" or some strange sound like that. don't give me that look.

secret message 2 for the second person who reads my blog: *looks around for a while and then focuses in on you*...*opens mouth and eyes WIDE*...*possibly points i can't remember* next monday is gonna be fun. we'll have breakfast in starbucks and chill with all the winchester hotties who are the cutting edge of cool. *pushes you over while you're trying to do that weird leg exercise thing*

secret message 3 for the third person who faithfully tags my blog: DON'T KILL YOURSELF WITH ALL THOSE AS subjects! DON'T DO PHYSICS. it's EVIL. i know you fancy the welch because of his sexy bum which i KNOW you look at in lessons but restrain yourself. do something respectable like...extra addition further core maths or something. because i'm cool. i'll be seeing you at that ever hip and trendy spring concert.

my lent (which is giving up coke) has left my grumpy and cranky. not much different from my usual self i know, but this means any cheerful words of how much you fancy me, or want to be me, or wish you could be me, are welcome. as always. so go on. type something nice.

er bye?
i only actually say this to piss u off. u know who u are. cheese man lover. he's looking fishier now though..must be that RECEDING HAIRLINE.