Oh, God...
Mood: Irritated
Listening to: I Know, You Know - The Friendly Indians
Well, I'm nervous. I know I should be revising and all, seeing as it's my (last EVER) Maths exam tomorrow and I've always been crap at Maths, but I just can't be bothered. I just can't get bothered. And it's not like I haven't tried. I've totally tried. Albeit not as much as I've tried to lose weight (although that hasn't gone to plan, either), but I've still tried. It's still there. I'm just... I'm past caring. Which I know I really shouldn't be, but seriously. NOBODY cares. Not even the school. The school just want to get rid of us!
On the plus side, I only have to survive five more exams - Maths (flunk), RE (not a flunk), Science (could be a flunk) and two Business Studies exams (which I'm going to flunk so bad, every business person in the country is going to feel it). Oh, yes. I'm doomed. DOOMED, I TELL YOU, DOOMED!!!!!!!!!
And now, onto more pressing matters...
My friend (who shall hereforth be known as The One Who Talks A Lot - or BunBun for short) is absolutely doing my bloody head in. Seriously. It's a good job she's got Study Leave, or I might end up mysteriously killing her. I mean, here are just a few things BunBun likes to talk about.
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* Her stage school thing.
* Herself.
* Sex (not that I exactly blame her on that front).
* Herself.
* Supernanny.
* Herself.
* Boys.
* Herself. >
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* Fact Numero One: She's only read the Amber & Vernon series and ONE other book. That's not enough to compare them!
* Fact Numero Two: She's basically saying that I can only write good books if I'm writing as Amber & Vernon. She might as well just tell me how crap I am straight-up!
* Fact Numero Three: THE SERIES IS NOT CALLED 'AMBER AND VERNON'!!!!! IT'S 'PRESIDENTIAL', DAMNIT!!!!! >
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Anyway. On top of all of that, she ALWAYS invites herself along. For example, me and another friend - who we'll call The One Who's (Nearly) Always Happy, or Twizzlestick for short - got obsessed with Mr Darcy, from 'Pride and Prejudice' (the one with Colin Firth in it, not the Keira Knightley version), so we decided we'd go into town one Friday after school - we finish at twenty to two on Fridays - and buy this magazine that had that version of P&P for about three quid, I think. (Only it turned out that it was only the first half that came with the magazine, and the second half was something like eight quid, so it was pretty pointless anyway. Whatever. We didn't know at the time.) Anyway, me and Twizzlestick walked home with BunBun, and we were telling her what we were going to do - and as we left her, she called out, "Have fun in town, even though I'm not invited!" And OK, so she was laughing - but THAT IS NOT THE POINT. The point is that she didn't even know who Mr Darcy was. That was the whole point of going into town! She would've just made it all about her! (That's what she did when we went into town for our Prom stuff, anyway. God, I was ready to kill her.)
But we didn't invite our other friend (The One Who's In Love, or Funfluff for short) either! And she didn't complain about it! She knew it was just for me and Twizzlestick!
But we do love her. To an extent. I just... She wants her parents to get divorced. I don't care if they're arguing all the time! Her Dad's barely home, anyway! GET OVER IT!!!
Oo. Okay. I'm done. Um... Byeee! (I don't know...)
Lufflebunny @_@
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