Dear Die-ary...

Has it really been *almost* a month since my last update? Indeed it has. I don't have an official excuse, but hear me out. Pick out my excuse from what I write.

I'm sorry if you've been parked in front of your computer, crying every single second that I don't update. Sorry if you've gained 56lbs from comfort food as you weep. I have been alive, or, as alive as I could be. And here I am again.

BUT, I have been ill quite a bit. Unless if it happened before I wrote my last post, I had food poisoning. So, I couldn't eat or drink. Oh no, I still haven't thrown up; I'm trying to set a record. So far it's been about 7 1/2 years. That last time I threw up, that was food poisoning again, so I guess my body was a little used to being poisoned, and besides, I didn't eat that much contaminated stuffs. Even now, as I write, I am beink ill, ja? (Why the German take-on? I don't know.) This time, I am suffering from dizziness. A-bloody-gain. And it's not getting better - if anything, I'm getting worse. (Erm, if it isn't getting better, what else would it do??) So maybe, MAYBE I won't go to skool tomorrow. I'll have to see how things go.

Mine and Fred's little game of 'Bus Flip' had a dark turn a couple of days ago. As usual, we did our salute to others of our age. But then... A boy we knew from our old skool, a b@stard he be, got a flipping from us (hey, that sounds kinda... bad), and in return... OH DEAR LORD the image imprints my mind... Every time I close my eyes it's there!! It's there!! He mooned us. Thankfully, I guess, the attention was more onto him than us. But a couple of girls near us called us, "Legends". Legends! And why? Because apparently we're (probably) the only people who have managed to get him to show that... butt of his. Is that a good thing? I don't know, but I like that title... Legend. Does Fred have a mutual feeling on this issue?


But of course. How could I forget? The highlight of the past week. This was... COUNCILLING. The finger was pointed at me to go see my head of year every Tuesday (this I was only told on the Monday). So, not wishing to get detentions, I went.

I waited for her to come and rip my soul to pieces. I was hoping that I could just go after 15 minutes of waiting, and run to my freedom. Unfortunately, just as the last minute that I was going to wait was ending, she appeared from the corner, with a cheery, sadistic voice, beckoning me into her office. Strangely, her surname is Salt, so she was there to rub salt in my wounds (bad pun, I know, I know). I was forced into a chair. I clipboard with blank sheets was thrown at me. I felt pinned to the chair. This is sounding dodgier by the minute. Her royal Saltiness started reading from a "How to be a good councillor" sheet, topic: "Self-esteem". So this was what all this crap was about. A poor self-esteem, eh? I will tell you about the advantages of a poor self-esteem. For one, you are not one of these snobby, stuck-up dipsh1ts. I came across one a few days ago, her name will not be spoken, but she has one of the highest self-esteems I have ever come across. And, to prove my point, she told me that I was stupid because I had a nut-allergy. So, why does she want to change how bad my self-esteem is?

But I digress. I was made to do 2 sheets!! Wow! 2 sheets!! Amazing!! I was informed that I would not be asked for what my answers were on the sheet. So, being the naive fool that I am, I believed her and got started. After finishing this wonderful work, Salty turned around with a beaming (yet suspicious) smile, and asked, "So, what's your score?"

Last time I ever trust anyone.

I wonder what next session brings?