Guess what?
I DIDN'T FAIL SCIENCE
I GOT A C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And some award for child development last year, which was horrible because I had to stand up in front of everyone and go and get my award. Plus I was right at the top of the theatre so I had the whole dillemma of wanting to walk down and grap it as quick as possible but not wanting to make loads and loads of noise.
I have a £5 book voucher though which is good! They hardly ever actually give you something you'd like at these things but I'm very very happy with that. Took me a while to actually get the book token out of the envelope once I'd got back to my seat. You know when you have to do something scary and when you've done it you feel like you are shaking madly but it's actually just internal and you're fine? Well it turned out not to be internal. In the end Rose got so annoyed she just snatched the envelope and opened it for me. Pretty useful really seeing as a couldn't use my hands for a while. The only problem is I don't have any money apart from my book token and I'm not entirely sure whether or not my dad is still in this country so I probably won't be getting any any time soon.
You may also have noticed that I'm not at Jemma's (actually I'm the only one that noticed. but I don't care.) But that is because it turned out it's tomorrow. Lol. So I guess I was worrying for nothing. And I asked her what she got on her actual birthday and she didn't mention any thing Paramore cd-esque so I'm ok.
I just have to make her a card now.
I'm crap at making cards. But all my friends make them and write massive things about how much they love you and say lots of funny things. I'm crap at this too. I'm not funny and I'm bad at telling my friends I love them. I don't even hug most of them. I kind of thought I should today, when Kailee told me she got an A* but I didn't. She'd already hugged me earlier though so I guess it's ok. I know what I'm going to put on the card though. I'm kind of cheating seeing as I'm not actually going to draw anything. I'm going to print out loads of pictures of Owen from Torchwood and do something with them. She really fancies Owen. I really don't know why. It's kind of because of that time he was in Eastenders in the bus crash and he was all really dead but still trying to walk home... anyone see that? It freaked me out a lot.
Also sad news. Sad news doesn't really cover it, and if I write what I'm really thinking about it I'm going to seem really phoney 'cause the rest of my post is really happy. A boy from my school died over the summer holidays. He was blind and I knew he had a lot of health problems from things that his sister had heard in my english class. I don't really know his sister. She was sitting behind me in assembly when they announced that he's died and that the girl just wanted to be treated normally so she could get on with everything. I heard her start crying. I've always thought she was kind of amazing anyway, because I knew her brother was really ill from things people had told me and I always noticed how she was just so happy, she's funny and everything. It's just really sad. And strange. I used to see him every day and now he's just.. not there anymore.
I was thinking about him a lot this afternoon and I made the mistake of telling my mum. I'm such an idiot the way I didn't think about it or anything. Telling her upset her a lot.
But then, when you think about it, however upset she gets it's nothing compared to what his family are now.
I've tried to write this sentence a lot of times so it sort of.. gets out what I'm thinking. Like... I want to distract myself, and not think about it which is why I wrote all of the stuff up there about school.. because thinking about it too much makes my stomach hurt and I just feel.. sad. And strange, like about the fact.. despite you didn't know the person they were still someone you saw every day.. and like.. that's never going to happen again. So I want to distract myself, by writing rubbish on here but then.. what right do I have to be distracted? When they can't ever be. But then if I really thought about that (which I try not to) doesn't that mean that ever being happy is selfish? Just because other people aren't? That would make no sense. But then if you think about it in a certain way it would..
Anyway. Books. I finished About A Boy yesterday. It was amazing. I still don't like it as much as Long Way Down but I liked it a lot more than High Fideslity. I didn't really enjoy High Fidelity. I think it was mostly because whatever I tried to think i couldn't change my opinion on the main character being an irritating no nothing arsehole. I just started A Spot Of Bother by mark Haddon. You know, the guy that wrote The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time (which is also an AMAZING book, seriuosly. Read it). It says in the book I have now he also writes poetry so I definitely want to read some of that too. Our library got a lot better stocked in the time I didn't use it for so I have a better time there now. I went last week and obviously got the compulsory Meg Cabot books. I love her books. They make me happy. I CAN'T WAIT TILL I GOT TO HER TALK. Will I have the nerve to go and tell her how much I love her books? Probably not.
This has gone on far too long.
The title?
We are writing a song in spanish to the tune of Relight My Fire by Take That. I still think S-Club would have been better.
