Just realised i haven't actually ever put up a journal entry, so now is probably a good time to start.
Well, seeing as i'm at my dad's today i haven't done much except listen to music and look through my notebook - it's sort of like a scrapbook except more full of quotes and sketches than photos. It contains such gems of intelligence as "when you sing in an American accent it makes me feel dirty", and "what's the main cause of paedophilia in the UK? Sexy kids." "Alright, Maddey?..." (Maddey's my kid sister. She's twelve. The "Alright, Maddey?" bit came from John, who has a filthy mind, and is quite probably insane.)
So, art GCSE. My teacher i already disagree with on quite a few matters. Later on, however, we do a project using photography, which i'm looking forward to a lot. At the moment we're drawing windmills, and have been since we started three weeks ago; if i ever have to draw one again i may scream.
Nothing hugely interesting has happened since i started this entry ten or fifteen minutes ago. Though i just saw David Tennant on the TV, on an ad for the Graham Norton show.
My eye hurts. Which is unhelpful as i get my contact lenses on Monday and i'm not particularly keen on making it worse by poking myself in the eye, which quite often happens when i'm putting my contacts in because i have very bad hand-eye coordination. Or maybe i'm just not very good at putting my contacts in.
Food has arrived. There is nothing much that comes before food, in my opinion; i will end up a happy fatty, i'm afraid.
I'm away laughing on a fast camel. Good morrow (as my friend Betty is so fond of saying. She's been watching Romeo and Juliet in English - we're watching Saving Private Ryan and as a consequence i know the first ten minutes by heart. It's not a good thing).