Okay, so it’s going to be hard living up to the amazing blog of harriet, because I do have ranndom outbursts of wolfishness and french sometimes… a terry combination i know, but you should really try it. The only disadvantage is the occaisional communication barrier, but anyway, that’s cool, right? Yeah, so also it’ll be hard living up to hattis blog as personally I think her blog is pretty cool. (bootsie.wordpress.com, btw.) Did she mention she quite likes David Tennant?Anyway, I suppose the idea is kinda to blog, so that’s what i’m going to do. So today of all days we’re having photos. Not even as a group, but individually. Which was, to say the least, a bit of a bummer because today was not a good hair day. And then Mr. Darleck (the one taking the photos, read my speech about him on hattis blog and you’ll see how I feel about HIM,) only gave us 5 seconds flat for ntwo photos so we’re all going to end up with a look of shock on our faces. At least we all embarrassed ourselves together. But still, life goes on- see, that’s how I GET OVER IT. Because, well, let’s just say some people are WAY too stressed out over their appearances and think to ease their lack of confidence on the photo subject they should soothe themselves with a nice centimetre thich layer of foundation. But don’t even get me started on that. As you can see, I’m a rather opinionated person… but you’ll get more on that topic later.But no, today wasn’t too bad a day… compared to yesterday at least! (Chav blew her fag smoke in my face/had a laugh at me/ totally humiliated me in public, but once again, don’t even get me started on that… I’m a total sucker. EVERYONE always pinpoints me if they want someone to pick on… I don’t know how I do it!) But yeah, good day. ie, every bad thing that happened was counter- balanced, just like in that mint credit card advert. Here’s how i figure it: bad- had to have a photo. good- I know every sod else’s photo will be just as bad. bad- “The sheep” took the mickey out of me. good- I know I have much better friends than her. bad- josh stood on my toe. ouch. good- he kissed me better. not so ouch. bad- my shoe is falling apart. by accident, i swear on all the powers of my aura. good- there is a very slim chance I will get a new pair. bad- chicken joes make my breath smell. good- it gives daisy a reason to give me polos (and lots of them). Anyway, so you see it pays off to be optimistic. well, to a certain extent at least. I’ve barbled on for far too long now, so I’d best shut up. I’ve had to say that a lot this week, which is rather worrying… anyway, ciao bambini!!
