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moogingI am actually the most useless person in the world, Y/Y?
Okay, so, I've managed to be in the Sixth Form, as in physically there and in classes, for a grand total of 9 out of 27 possible days. MY HEALTH FTW, basically (except, you know, not).
And then, right, I was going next door to say happy birthday to the little girl there because her family had invited us all round for cake* and things (she's 3 today, in case you wanted to know) and in the process of 'going next door', I somehow managed to fall flat down in a stupidly ungainly way, landing on my hands and knees in what I considered to be a unnecessarily painful way, and have managed to bugger up my foot, jar my knee, hurt my wrists and generally wander away feeling sick and shaky. Suffice it to say, I turned around and hobbled home trying not to cry in the middle of the beginning to main street of the town. FROM FALLING DOWN GOING NEXT DOOR. NEXT DOOR.
I need to be removed from other people for the good of their sanity, really.
However, I'm going to school until Thursday this week, even if it kills me, and then I'm being forced on a plane to Spain, with my mother, my aunt, my grandmother and my sister, which will be...well, 'enforced holidaying' is how I'd describe it, so take from that what you will.
And then it will soon be November, and then that's nearly December, which is nearly Christmas. Fa la la la la, la la la la etc. Shut up, I'm feeling yuletide-y.
* To add insult to literal injury, my mother tells me it was a really good cake: chocolate sponge with good chocolate icing in the middle, that kind of moist-yet-good sponge as well, with chocolate buttons on the top with smarties scattered around on the plate. D:
HOW ARE ALL OF YOU? TELL ME THINGS PLZ.
Okay, so, I've managed to be in the Sixth Form, as in physically there and in classes, for a grand total of 9 out of 27 possible days. MY HEALTH FTW, basically (except, you know, not).
And then, right, I was going next door to say happy birthday to the little girl there because her family had invited us all round for cake* and things (she's 3 today, in case you wanted to know) and in the process of 'going next door', I somehow managed to fall flat down in a stupidly ungainly way, landing on my hands and knees in what I considered to be a unnecessarily painful way, and have managed to bugger up my foot, jar my knee, hurt my wrists and generally wander away feeling sick and shaky. Suffice it to say, I turned around and hobbled home trying not to cry in the middle of the beginning to main street of the town. FROM FALLING DOWN GOING NEXT DOOR. NEXT DOOR.
I need to be removed from other people for the good of their sanity, really.
However, I'm going to school until Thursday this week, even if it kills me, and then I'm being forced on a plane to Spain, with my mother, my aunt, my grandmother and my sister, which will be...well, 'enforced holidaying' is how I'd describe it, so take from that what you will.
TOP GEAR LAST NIGHT. SO AWESOME. THEY MADE IT TO FRANCE.
FRANCE.
In a car that had water in it.
And Jeremy wants to be a French coastguard person in a low-flying plane for a living! (rionaleonhart, if you somehow make me write AU Top Gear crack in which this is an actuality and James is his co-pilot that's a stickler for the rules and Richard is, like, idk, the guy at base chained to a desk telling them where to go over a radio and bitterly resenting not being in an active job, THAT WOULD NOT BE GOOD.)
FRANCE.
In a car that had water in it.
And Jeremy wants to be a French coastguard person in a low-flying plane for a living! (
rionaleonhart, if you somehow make me write AU Top Gear crack in which this is an actuality and James is his co-pilot that's a stickler for the rules and Richard is, like, idk, the guy at base chained to a desk telling them where to go over a radio and bitterly resenting not being in an active job, THAT WOULD NOT BE GOOD.)And then it will soon be November, and then that's nearly December, which is nearly Christmas. Fa la la la la, la la la la etc. Shut up, I'm feeling yuletide-y.
* To add insult to literal injury, my mother tells me it was a really good cake: chocolate sponge with good chocolate icing in the middle, that kind of moist-yet-good sponge as well, with chocolate buttons on the top with smarties scattered around on the plate. D:
HOW ARE ALL OF YOU? TELL ME THINGS PLZ.
