Dear Die-ary...

ARGH I'm drooling all down myself, for I am eating oreos. And a nice hello to you too. Problem is, them oreos (and basically anything with sugar in them) are making me tired, and usually making me feel weirdly ill. The parents say it's the diabetes... I say "F*ck you," to that, and continue eating them 'till I'm lying on the floor in a jelly-like manor.

I've been trying to get onto blogger for AGES. Literally, hours. Something was wrong with blogger, but don't worry, I'm here now. *Insert demented Nny grin here*

As you can tell, I survived Business Studies. I made it out alive! And it was pretty easy. When I entered, they (Melissa and Georgina) glared at me, like they were dressed in 80s wear, and I in the new fashion (best example I could use, and it was still crap. Please understand my metaphorical speaking). It looked like they were going to turn on me during 'break'... so I avoided eye contact at... most times. Heh. But after 30 minutes of this uneasiness, Mrs Salt, our year leader-thing, asked for them to see her outside the classroom. There was relief in me... but at the same time, the thought "SH1111111111111111111T" ran through there also. Did Fred tell Mrs Salt before me...? I was gonna tell her if the situation got worse. As they walked out, they stared at me, and I kept my head DOOOOOWN. I almost sniggered madly when they went. I love people in trouble. I guess that's just... normal for people. But still, they were gone. After 15 minutes, Melissa came in. Crying. Crud, what's going on...? 5 minutes after that, Georgina came in, with a sort of, "OH MY GOD" look on her face. They were there for 10 minutes, then left for the bathroom. And never came back.

I was later told the 'lecture' was about... smoking and nicotine patches! Holy crap! That would explain a lot! But still, they've gone through enough. I'll squeal on them later.

But still, there was... the salsa.

The horrible dancing! I had heard so much about it beforehand. And I was dreading it so much. I told everyone, "I'm not going to do it. It's sick. Pairing girls with girls for close dancing! It's just perverted! Stalin did the same with the government! They're just malevolent dictators in this skool!" And I stuck with that. So when we were there, the twisted teacher approached me and my partner when she noticed we weren't dancing. My partner (Alice, aka The Phantom Alice) explained I didn't want to dance. The teacher b1tched about that I had this AMAZING chance to dance the salsa. In the end, I had to dance, but not 'touch' each other (I have explained the evilness of 'touching' before). So, we just danced like penguins. Oh and, did I mention, Jonesy burst into tears again? However, this time, I had no idea as to what the reason was. I will have to hound her about that next week. ANYWAY, so there we were, dancing like penguins. Plastics asked me why I refused to dance 'properly'. I just said, "No physical contact." As they do, they laughed. Those blind things.

I'm glad today's more or less over.