Friday, November 12, 2004

that friday feeling = tiredness!

hello,

hope your all well. ok well my friday started badly becasue i got up 20 minutes late leaving me 10 minutes to get ready for school, great! how stupid do i feel. anyway in the panic of the morning rush i forgot to do my hair and had to do it in my free period one. linzies dad kindly gave us a lift though, seen as we were both running rather late.

anyway in my free, i didnt do much talked to my darling and forever loved linzie (whilst wearing her gorgeous long lurvley scarf) and admired nicks new gorgeous cherry red electric guitar, i spoke to linzie about a private matter and drank a ribena and ate a bacon sandwhich and dreaded the evilness that was lingering on the horizon ........... psychology! great.

Anyway i went to psychology and had a naff lesson with kirsty and then met linzie at our lockers at break and she showed me the most gorgeous picture ever .... ian watkins hips! tatooed and lurvley! ummmm yum! he has nice arms. then went to media and got shit loads of homework, this was like the king of all media homeworks weve ever got, its awfull.
had lunch rather unintresting i had a potatoe with tuna and a miniature iron brew bottle, then i went to english language where i sat with martin and frances and martin got malteasers for being a clever moose, and frances didnt mention barm cakes once, martin said 'calm your fiesty self' a few times thouhg, and him and frances only passed one 'picture messgae' (aka a message they didnt want me to see) today! yey!

ok day ended got a lfie home went to work, harriet got moody becasue i refused to work till 9pm for her and left at 7:30pm, my mum brought me home tired and thoughtful, had a short but intresting convo with my darling friend sara on the phone and then came online, as we speak i am tlking to martin, sara, and joe. anyway gonna go and think and get warm

kate x

1 comments:

Sara said...

OI BISHY GOD PANTS, CONFUZZLINGS MY WORD BIATCH :P Nah I love yer really. Use this as an online journal tis cool. Mines gonna be like a soap opera, very eventful. Anyway, love you loads, Miss Sara xXx