i doth hateth

had to bus this morning. I HATE THE FUCKING BUS. it is filled with retards. and inbreds. and invalids who don’t know what inbred means and who go ‘you some sort of bof’ when you question how long their parents have been inbreeding. meh. i hate old people. i hate terry wogan. with his voice that is so deep it’s ventured into infrasound. and his shitty jokes. that only he laughs at. it’s not even a good show! all he does is read out other people’s letters and play crappy music that he believes to be ‘hip’. goddamn irish. ah well. (FYI i do not hate ALL irish. just most of the ones i know) moving swiftly on. drama was da bomb. we did this thing where one person had to tell the other to do stuff and the other had to obey. or be killed. or something. anyhoo, jeni had the wonderful job of bossing me around (no change there) and she told me to walk around acting like a chav. okay. then she had a brainwave: act like a gay chav and flirt with nick. WHAT. THE. FUCK!?! alright fine. i walked. no – bowled up to Nick and went ‘Alright mate. I fucking love you.’ then i dragged him into a cupboard. a dark cupboard. he was scared shitless lol. then evil jeni told me to dance around our trainee (is she a trainee? anyone know?) teacher and dance around her. i raved her in the face. nice. im so cool.