how it goes...

righto, i've made my blog private so that this can never happen again ):

heather read my blog, which i'm ok with but then she told stewart i like him which i am NOT ok with, she totally crossed a line blog! you know what i'm saying don't you? well anyway, then i was in maths with stewart RIGHT behind me and he was like designing a val card and everything so my dream is absolutely right, i thought it's depiction was over but SURPRISE! im literally the most pissed off i could possibly be. and she's coming to les mis tonight, which is going to be awkward, so im just going to get LW to go and she can bloody well deal with it. can you tell i'm mad blog? can you?? she answered 4 to a question in maths that was clearly 90, so i shouted 90 and i could feel all my anger and hate go into that one mathematical statement, it was horrible, but it's ok coz mark thinks she's a slut so that made me feel better, and doc hates her so i'll just sit heather next to doc so that i don't "accidentally" spill ice cubes all over her. im calling wylie because alexandra isn't picking up and she has been off school for two and a half days ): anyway, we did an experiment in physics so that was good. and i found a 41 year old copy of lord of the flies which is signed by william golding, but im still suuuuuper pissed at heather. why would anyone do that? how could she have done that and then been able to look at me without shame pouring over her whole body? she must be satan himself. that's my conclusion.

ok, i'll tell you about this later bloggy!

xox