Playground school bell rings...

A little bit about my day:

I had English first, which I normally love, but we were writing Sonnets .. the gayest thing in the world. I hate Shakespeare. Always Will. The English language would be so much easier if Shakespeare's mother had an abortion. Then I wouldn't be failing.

B discovered that recess is the best time to get me into trouble by chucking her cigarette packets at me. Nah, I’m only joking; we’re both environmentalists.

History was a no sleep lesson because the lesson was basically Miss Bucked-tooth giving us lectures on the I.T people cyber-stalking us to see if we're on Facebook & etc. TBH, I think it's kind of lame. Why give out laptops when they know that we are going to use it inappropriately? No use in blocking Facebook .. teenagers get entertain by anything on the internet whenever there's a teacher talking to herself in the classroom.

I got some sleep in period three, because it was science. We were watching a documentary on earthquakes. Occasionally, I would get awakened by the loud speakers in the room with the destruction of buildings & etc. Plus the room is all echo-y.

My little sister sat with my group and I at lunch again today. I hate it when she does that. I get that it’s her first year at high school, but can’t she make her own friends? And after I was hit in the face by a football twice, I officially have a fear of being hit by balls, just like Blaize.

PE was a waste of time since we had a substitute who didn't know how to work the overhead, and it look her twenty minutes to decide to go to the I.T man.

I wagged last period maths thanks to a dentist appointment, which was awesome because by the time we arrived at the dentist place, my mum realised that I’m actually booked there tomorrow afternoon. So I get to miss two periods of maths in a row! Woot! I love my teeth :D

Trinna xx

I make my own rules when I play...

So the holidays are almost over and (NOOO) school’s in. But I don't think they have a (cringe) High School Musical song for that, and if everyone got up and began singing because we have to hurl ourselves around for 7 whole hours for 5 times a week, I’d scream. Well that’s what I dreamed last night.
I know, you must be thinking ‘What a terrible nightmare!’, and yes, it was as horrible as it sounds. So when I couldn’t bear to go back to sleep and see Zac Efrons’ face I got up and did what I usually did when I had a nightmare - go onto Facebook.
I don't know how many people are on at 2 in the morning but I hadn’t been able to get on for a few days so this seemed like a great time to just catch up to my internet world...and then I was bombarded by my worst enemy...
Game requests! They were everywhere, man, for stupid things like Farm Animals which I don't why people waste their time on. So I wasted ten minutes clicking ‘ignore’ for all of them, until I could finally go onto my page and again get attacked by Social Interviews.
I hate Social Interviews so much I want to go and kill who ever invented them (especially those Kiss or Diss ones *shudders*), who cars what someone you’ve never met thinks of you? Or if they would Kiss or Diss you?
I usually spend my time getting them off my page but I was too outraged (and lazy) to even care.
I’d rather put up with singing freaks.