The Good Old Year
January: The start of the year. Good times. Spent my holidays relaxing and doing nothing, got the years books. Read Curious incident. Didn't read anything else, there was an attempt at the Hamilton case, but I couldn't get my head around it. Did almost none of my holiday homework. Started year 12 and was weirded out by the people in red jumpers. Met Jon, thought he was weird. Mr Imam made me angry. Did not write any Vox posts. Cass left the group.
February: Attempted to complete holiday homework or at least weazle my way out of it. Jon's attitude was helpful, Ms. Evil Psyc teachers wasn't. Was entertained in media by the fact that 1/2 the class was absent on Monday doubles, and the other half sat at the back and drank whiskey. Decided teacher was hopeless.
March: Psyc teacher was extremely thoughtless and mean and showed video which was my worst fear personified. allot of people told me "Yeah I like faint when I have needles" as if this might be of some huge comfort. Friends rescued me and took me to the glen for ice cream. Felt much better. Got an early leave pass. My wheelchair tyre exploded in class, my dad stole his own car. Died of incredible, impossible workload, planned the assasination of my psyc teacher. Obsessed about harry potter, found my formal dress.
April: Easter, got BSG CD, nothing happened on April fools day.
May: ....
June: Mid year revision, listened to view from a bridge like 10 times, nagari broke her leg and I discovered what a dog looks like when it's high.
And so we are half way through the year. I will finish the other half later.
