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26 mar 2003 07:25pm |
steven actually left us alone in art today! he wasn't such a pest as usual. the only thing is,we were printing and me and sheryl got ink all over our hands really badly. we used turps and everything to try and get it off, but mine still hasn't come off. so i went home with my hand all gray and funny looking, as though i'd been digging about in coal and tried, unsuccessfully, to wash it off. when my mother saw my hands, she said "katie! whatever happened to your hands?!" and looked really shocked. i was all "duuuuuh....i just got ink over them" and my nan got pissed off because i'm getting these maths textbooks from school to help me for my SAT'S that are £4 for two, and she thinks that they should be nothing,and "back in my days,we would've gotten them for free!". i didn't see the point of telling me this, really. i mean, it's not going to make the price of the books suddenly drop or anything.
we had assembly at school today, and the dutch kids with long curly hair sat in front of us and vickie, who has real problems with their hair, started twitching and stuff with the effort of not being able to cut their hair. when we were coming out of assembly, i needed to put my shoes on properly, as i only had slipped them in and the bottoms of my heels were resting on the backs of the shoes. anyway, marie waited while i leaned against this wall to put them on,and mrs lobb, this evil p.e teacher, looked at us really dirtly and said rather meanly 'ehrm, get to your lesson, girls' so i had to walk to the form room to get my bag with one shoe on properly and the other one still messed up. mrs lobb hates us, because we hate p.e. the school is, of course, a sports college.
oh yeah,i tried vanilla coke at lunch. with the first sip, i wanted to gob it out into the bin, but then after the second and third it started to taste suprisingly nice, so i kept it instead of throwing it away.
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24 mar 2003 05:49pm |
i only have seven interests. i was just browsing other blurtys and people have lots and lots of interests, and there's me with......oh, seven =/
i haven't properly introduced myself either. my name is katie, you may have gathered that, seeing as at the top of this diary there is the sentence "katie is a loser" and it's obvious i'm a complete loser from these entries.
kids who don't even know you hating you because of your social status? yeah,not fun. hating you because your GODDAMN STUPID SCHOOL is a GODDAMN SPORTS COLLEGE and you SUCK at sport? nah. not too great either. i'm sorry. this is my "wallowing in self pity" entry. i like to think everyone has to have one.
anyway, my name's katie and i'm a loser. the quiet kid that laughs at stupid things that just aren't funny. i like writing, i'm more than likely terrible at it. all the things i love, i'm bad at. i guess i drew the short straw in that way.
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24 mar 2003 04:34pm |
today was school. NOT GOOD. in tech i was chiselling this piece of wood and i ran the chiseller into my finger. it didn't hurt or anything, i just looked down at it and saw all this blood and though "oh shite, my finger is bleeding" and stood there like an idiot. everyone was making a big deal out of it. it didn't even hurt.
oh yeah, and then there's the dutch kids. really. our headteacher came into our tech lesson and asked if four students were willing to look after these dutch kids for four days. loads of people put their hands up and four got picked out. the dutch kids all had longish curly hair and were into baggy jeans, hoodies with things written in dutch on the back(NO SHIT) and chains. oh yes. lots of chains. i didn't speak to any of them, because i'm a bitter cold hearted person =D errr.....and i can't speak dutch.
anyway, later in tech, vickie was looking at the dutch kids and shuddering and saying how she was glad she hadn't got chosen to 'adopt' one (she had volunteered, whereas i didn't bother, as i'm a bitter cold hearted person who can'#t speak dutch, remember?) and gemma was going "i want one! i want to adopt one!" and it was so funny. i mean, they were people, not animals.
at lunch we got thrown out of our form room cause these stupid drama kids were practising their drama in there. they could use any other room, but they choose ours, just because it's called 'expressive room 4' and it makes them feel more professional than using 'english room 1' or 'math room 2'. they haven't admitted to it (yet), but i just know that's the reason.
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23 mar 2003 04:17pm |
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my mum just burst into my room when i was singing (ok, ok, attempting to sing) along to bright eyes. yeah. not good.
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22 mar 2003 11:11pm |
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kick a puppy or two if you wish (oh,how fun to say that).
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