Woke up at twelve o'clock and it turns out I've got to be at school for a revision session at ONE. So I go to go and get some clothes and guess what? My favourite jeans are in the wash - I have no top to wear and my bra is missing. Great. Mother pulls an amazing one [Oh God, do I need her] and she manages to find me jeans that FIT, a top that doesn't make me look eighty pounds heavier and a bra that fits as well.
God, is she amazing or what?
Let's see, had a minor Rip Thor with one friend, had a "I'm frightened of you," from another and completely ruined any image of greatness in front of a potential third known only as CF.
It's taken me six minutes to write this, but Oh Lord do I feel the better for it.
Ah well, gotta go to the revision session for MATHS...-sad- Still, the grade will be worth it when I get the B .
Do you hear me? I WANT A B in Maths!
And now really must run or I shall be late....