Dear Die-ary...

Today I learnt that wrong = right.
In history, we were assigned different 'jobs' to decorate the notice board. I was told to draw two (large) world war 1 soldiers to go in the paper trenches. But to let everyone get a job, one of my soldiers had to be given away. So it was agreed. I did a german soldier on the right, they did an english soldier on the left.

After working for about 2 hours on this, I finished. So did they. So they came over........and they were both facing left, as opposed to looking at each other. So they yelled at me for being 'so stupid'. Let me write my list for why I was not in the wrong. Ahem.....

1. I was chosen to do both originally.
2. Did they not say I did the german ON THE RIGHT, instead of FACING RIGHT?
3. I'm a much better artist anyway :P
4. I'm the smallest in the year (I'm 4'10" - about), so I can get them for discriminating against me.
5. I like cookies.

Sorry, I ran out of ideas then. So I explained that I could put mine on a window and trace it so it's the right way round, but they didn't want to hear it, and ran off to tell the teacher. Freakin' retards. Sorry! Anyway, I said my plan to the teacher, and she agreed I could do it. But she said I could have a couple of days off the original homework assignment (a report). WHAT??! I'm not complaining, but does that make any sense? I mean, for something I could do in 5 minutes, I get a couple of days off of my homework?? Cool! I bet they're regretting the fact that they shouted at me.

On other news, I have COMPLETELY changed the colors on this blog. Black and purple - my fav color combination!! I'm not a goth, but I just love black and purple. But my fav color's orange. Which makes no sense at all.

May the force be with you........

Hello again.
This morning I was told that today would be the most BORING DAY EVER. And it was. It was all because every year, our skool has an awards day. And this year, yup, it was today. I swear the teachers want to lower our self esteems, because when they present the awards they really rub our (that is, the people who don't get the awards) noses in it.
But this year I came prepared. I brought a book (Dracula) and a pen with me. So I drew on the little program they gave us. In fact, I was going to show you what I did to it, but my scanner's not working. Boo hoo. After I got bored of defacing it, I opened up Dracula. This was risky, as I was sitting next to a teacher. When there was only 30 minutes left of this torture (It was 2 hours long), just as I was engaged in a world full of blood-sucking vampires and wolves, the teacher finally noticed I was reading and told me to put the book away. Put it away?? WHERE?? My pocket was full, and my locker at the other end of the skool. Never mind.
But what REALLY made me get p*ssed off (sorry), was when the german award was given out. Everyone knows I am the best at german in my year, but the award was given to someone else. I knew that person, and to be honest, she's not that good at german, so how she got it is a mystery to me. I love german, I really do, but I might as well give her my mini german dictionary which goes with me everywhere.
Well, that just about wraps up my b*llocking (sorry again) about my day. Maybe I shouldn't be this disappointed. I'll just say they picked the names out of a hat. Knowing my skool, they probably did.

And on a lighter note, Happy Birthday Google!!!!!

According to the "better late than early" theory, I was better off today than yesterday. Yuh-huh, I was VERY late.
Anyways, my teacher either figured out that I did all that graffiti, or someone ratted on me. But whatever, I got detention. So I didn't eat my lunch today, and I didn't yesterday because of writing that letter. Was it worth it??
My detention was to clean out the sports storage room. I was meant to do it for 15 minutes, then go find the teacher, but she was nowhere to be seen. So I ended up waiting for her for 10 minutes, then I gave up.
I thought she might track me down, and ask why I left so RUDELY. So I was horrified when I found out I had sport next lesson. Thankfully I avoided her :)

So I was happy to find a new episode of Angry Kid (what are you like?) waiting for me. And, of course, I was first to comment. So that cheered me up.

But I made the mistake of being hungry. I made sausages, as it was the only thing I felt like eating. But I burnt my finger very badly. That was 2 and a half hours ago. I'm still sitting with a bag of frozen chips (or fries, for americans) on my finger. Well, at least I got out of violin.

So really, this day has had ups and downs. What's tomorrow going to be like, I wonder? Hopefully just ups.

I am BORED out of my skull. I only have about half an hour before I have to go to bed, but that's beside the point. So I'm going to tell you lot about what I did (wonderful grammar!!!) .

Anyway, I came in late to skool today. My brother goes by car like me, but he has to be dropped off first. However, he has to go into his skool later, and doesn't like to be earlier than everyone else. So my Mom makes him get to skool on time, but makes me late. MORAL: better late than early.

To get on with the story. My teacher found graffiti all over the whiteboard, and even on the overhead projector. She scolded the class, and said she'd have to lock the room at lunchtimes and breaktimes until the culprit owns up. And yes, reader, it was me. But it was not entirely my fault! Someone (can't remember who, oh well) told me to do the smily faces on the overhead, and 1 item of graffiti wasn't mine.
Most people knew it was me, or guessed it was me (or at least someone in my group of friends), so my friends had to stand outside at break, freezing their a$$es off (as they described). And that wasn't good, as it was Jonesy's (one of my friend's) birthday today. So they ignored me until I owned up.
I never did own up, but I wrote a letter to the teacher. It was apologising for the graffiti, but I left it annonymous. But she would know who it's by, anyway. And believe me, it's about as tough getting the letter to her as it was writing it! Remember, the door was locked, so I could not leave it on her desk before she came in, and I couldn't hand it to her, as that would blow my cover. But thankfully Kim (a friend) suggested I put it in the register, labelled to the teacher. So I did.

She still didn't read it.