Footnotes, Formie and French.

I'll just get a few things straight, before I even start.
1) I hate French. Not the language. The class. The teacher. The teacher, she's the spawn of satan. She's an ugly witch that sometimes wears a clever disguise to trick you into thinking she may be alright, and then she's in close enough and she rips you apart again. She doesn't even realise she's doing it anymore. It's vocab test after vocab test after fucking vocab test and she loves to remind you how bad you failed on a friday afternoon after school for an hour.
2) I will, most likely, blab on about my form tutor and a couple of my mates. I love him and them to bits. Litterally. I think their all missing an eye or two. However, in case he reads this, I won't be calling him by his real name. Instead, I will call him... umm... Something that won't get confused with anything else... Erm... I'll call him Formie. There we go. XD. My friends will most likely have real names used. :o
Right, now that that's out of the way... I can get into the other boring introduction stuff... Whee...

I haven't had a proper blog. Ever. I've had a few "yeah sure I'll update it and stuff (In head: lol no you won't)" but this time I'm actually going to make a genuine effort. I don't know if anyone will ever read it, because I'm not REALLY going to be giving the link out, because I don't like the thought of vanity blogging. Anyway, on with my actual blog. :D

I woke up feeling not amazing, but thinking "Yeah gotta try to be positive today" because I'd had a very bad day yesterday, and I'm on the verge of slight depression. I got up, grabbed a towel and went into my brothers room to use the shower. He moaned at me for not knocking, even though he was packing his school bag, which I ignored and went into the bathroom. After showering with my lurvely 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner which makes my hair feel lovely and fluffeh, I back to my room to towel off.
Talked to Formie for a bit, he wasn't in best mood so I was a bit like meh, and he's pissed because he can't go to this Turner Prize thing that he wanted to go to. In my year 8 summer I visited an exhibition in liverpool, which he's never forgiven me for because he desperatly wanted to go. He found out about the one in london and managed to get free tickets due to being an R.E, wait it's changed, R.S teacher. However, the night he got tickets for, is the open evening. (Which I will probably be spending with him. I always do open evening and shizzle for him. He's my favourite teacher, go figure.) This caused me many lulz, which he didn't appreciate much.
Had ICT core lesson, which was great. I love ICT, because, I'm a fast typer. Therefore, I'm good at ICT core, because it's the most basic shit EVER. It's basically so that even 'tards can get atleast one C. The teacher is an old man, but he's actually quite likeable. My mate Spawn (What he will be called from now on in the blog) sits like 2 seats down from me, and although he doesn't know it, I'm racing him to get my coursework sheets in before him. We were at the same stage like 5 mins before the end of the lesson, so I quickly did a really shite bit stuck on the end for the lulz of examiners which was "proving you can save files with appropriate names" one screenshot in an empty document, printed, DONE. I'm therefore still ahead of him.
Realised why I couldn't keep those other blogs up yet? Because I talk A LOT.
Second lesson was another ICT lesson but it's the standard course with the teacher I've had since the start of school. She's amazing, even if she is amazingly harsh on me. I get "Distinction (basically A*)" in all of my ICT coursework but she marked something I did as a "pass" because I'd spent the lesson pissing around. My mate Salamander (best mate. ever.) was already done though, so I was a bit miffed about that, so I rushed to the websites and started filling out the sheet again, until it was done the way she wanted, and then I spent the rest of the lesson catching Salamander up. Except I didn't quite catch him, except it's a piece of hand-drawn work so I can do before next lesson and be at his level again. Him, me and a guy called Matt are top in our ICT class. 6A's at the end of last year. :D People who are only mentioned briefly will have real names, recurring people will have made up names. You know, just in case.
Break was spent in the library with a couple of my best mates: Salamander, his little brother Zen, Spawn and Over. Zen's his own self an' nothing like Salamander, but I love them both. Over is annoying but he makes up for it. Sorta. :P
Third was History, in which I'm basically a "mentor" for this Japanese guy who got moved to england about a week ago and hardly speaks any english, but needs to settle in. He's got this fucking amazing translator thing, but I don't think he'd react well if I started taking it apart. Technology fascinates me. But not in the lessons like electronics. Ugh. STAB ME NOW. I hate building it from scratch, but looking at it is quite interesting. But yeah, this guy.. Nizomi, is scared to use the translator. I kinda have to force him into doing it, and although I feel mean, it has to be done. History was good though.
Lunch I had a drama rehersal which was good, managed to force Nile into having to do the music for the play. He owed me a favour so I relished in making him do it. He's fine with it though, lol.
Afternoon form was okay, but Formie was a bit pre-occupied lol. I just spent the time day dreaming, then decided to take the register/form folder/whatever the hell they call it now back so that I could clear my head before Maths, just because I was thinking about quite a lot of stuff.
Fourth lesson was Maths which was jokes because it's all fairly easy and I got to piss around a bit, and it was just generally enjoyable. She also changed the time consuming homework she'd set yesterday to really easy stuff :)
Fifth and last was English, which was great. I had Miss last year, and she was a bit shite, but this year she's come on leaps and bounds and is actually a very good teacher. We're almost starting on our media essay, and because I forgot my book I'm going to have to copy out my notes before the next lesson. We just watched the beginning itchy and scratchy short of the simpsons movie, because we have to analyse it for a piece of coursework, and then go on to say how the director uses things in the-blah blah blah. Jargon jargon jargon.
Got home, looked at my pile of homework, and realised I don't have french tommorow. So it's ALL GOOD. After talking to Sam for a bit, I discovered this website and decided to give it a shot. I'm not even giving Salamander the link :o