Alas, that time has come. The time when one must don the old school bag and drag oneself, eyes half open and make up done horrifically with potential slag lines, through whatever weather that is being hurled to the bus stop. Oh the joys! Yeah, okay so it's school tomorrow. OHHH GOD! I actually really, really like school. However, demain is a full day of double English (parfait!), double Drama (bien!) and then double French (MERDE!). Oh god, okay, French. I love the French language, I really do and I loved French at GCSE level BUT A Level is just so hard. Haha, pointing out the obvious, good one! But I'm supposed to be writing a French essay right now but instead am moaning about it to you poor people who are most likely quite susceptible to a bit of the old procrastination as well. Anyway, yeah, school. I am looking forward to going back; I love being sixth form because we can drink coffee in our frees and stuff but I also have really enjoyed doing nothing. Don't you always find it's just perfect? And when it's time to go back you think you should have done more and you just wish you could turn back the clock to whenever it was that you were happiest in the holidays! I want that first day back again. PLEEEEASE! I am not, however, that naive and am fully aware that I am not Rose Tyler and do not have The Doctor (OHHH DAVID TENNANT) in love with me so cannot possibly do this. I reiterate; merde. I shall have to sit here and sulk and read David Tennant's biography like the sad, lonely girl I am. AND I GOT CANCELLED ON FOR DINNER TONIGHT! He asked me and then he cancelled. Rude! I suppose I should do my French essay as well. It's about Father Christmas, haha even better. That season's over with! Oh what a pessimistic creature I am.
Sally x
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