I have now officially finished my GCSEs. It is weird. I’m not being ungrateful for all the free time I now have, but to be honest, the whole thing is kind of anti-climatic. I’m kind of worried I’m not going to see any friends all summer or get invited to stuff. I know that the way to remedy that is to organise stuff myself but I don’t know how. Lol.
Hmm…
John is still having fun. He went to a pool yesterday and a theme park thing. And tonight he’s going to an outdoor theatre. I hope it isn’t raining as much where he is. It’s pouring here.
Lol, I hate rain. Today, because with all my other exams have started and finished about half an hour late my mum didn’t come to pick me up until half an hour after the exam finished. Today we finished on time. I was stood in the rain for ages then we went to have coffee with me looking like a drowned rat.
I think my exam went all right. Well. Again. Sort of. There was this one question about reasons for people being infertile and I couldn’t remember why they are. I just thought they just are, why ask me about it?
My reasons:
1. Exposure to nuclear radiation
2. An accident. (Getting shot in the stomach for a woman).
I’m not even kidding. Jemma pretty much pissed herself laughing when I told her. Awww, whenever I think about Jemma I get sad, I’m going to miss her so much next year. She’s really funny and she always makes me laugh and she told me the other day that she notices when I’m sad and makes me laugh on purpose. Well, (I’m saying that a lot today) she didn’t exactly tell me but we were talking and she said that. Awww. I can only hope that I don’t have much going on on Wednesday afternoons next year because at the college she’s going to they always have Wednesday afternoons off. She said we should meet up then. I really, really hope we do.
I need to radically lose weight in the next two weeks for prom. I have eaten a lot in the last couple of months and am currently decidedly chubby. I told my mum I want to do one of those cereal diets but she thinks I will develop an eating disorder. Not that she’s paranoid or anything 
It was weird, I was thinking about John was when we were younger today because I have to do revision about special needs kids for the exam. I can’t decide if things were easier then or now.
When we were younger John used to hit me a lot. A lot a lot. Like, whenever he was frustrated he would just come and shoved me over or hit me or something for no apparent reason. We were in the same class at school for a little while because of him being held back and he used to do it a lot then. When he moved up the teacher said to my mum is was just as well because in the middle of the class he would just come over and punch me for no reason. Lol. I won’t even go into what happened when we were sat in the double trolley things in Sainsbury’s.
Lol. I don’t know how my mum coped really. I was little a hyper and just a generally really needy kid and the doctor wanted to put John of Ritalin (my mum refused.)
We had no help as well. They said they would put me in a siblings group because things were quite stressful back then but they never did. Then they said there were groups that John could go to but then said he couldn’t because he didn’t have the concentration. But surely that’s the point? Like, he doesn’t have the concentration so HELP HIM TO HAVE THE CONCENTRATION. I don’t know. I couldn’t do what my mum did.
WHY MUST MY CONPUTER FREEZE CONSTANTLY!? I have to type my posts of word first because my computer can’t seem to handle blog.co.uk anymore.
Poetry bugs me. It really pisses me off. I own one awesome poetry book (Old Possom’s Book of Practical Cats. Me and my best friend in primary school were obsessed with it.) Other than that I hate it. It’s pretentious and it doesn’t make any sense and all Seamus Heany writes about are potatoes. What a knob.
Track: Dorks In A Box - Lauren Fairweather
