I wanna curl up a go to sleep like a likkle baby hedgehog
unfortunately, i cant, because I have got soooo much to do, including....
Do all my mums Ironing for the next month, all for a measley £35, god, I'm so broke that actually sounds like a decnt wage to me, when i know its just pathetic, considering i am gonna have to do this twice a week for the enxt 5 weeks.
Revise for physics and History exams...some how revision seems so much more boring after youvre had a break from it, than it does when you do it all at once!!!!
Get a proper job, so i wont ahve to rely on parental bribes for money.
Ring all my mates and caht about last week with them (okay, so thats hardly a chore)
And along with that, i have to eat a family barbeque. Acually, I love barbeques, so that'll be fun, except for the whole-physics-tomorooow-gonna-fail-factor!!! lol!

2.4 children.
There is a limit to how much stress and strain exams can cause...isnt there, please somebody reassure me!!!! So, my previously defined 'unlucky' day, has since morphed into a day of plain boredom. I need some dysfunction,some abnormality, something random to take place! I'm craving adventure while i should be revising, and that just emphasises my point. This life is so dead. People who claim that U have to make amusement are right, its just that i need a car/scooter really to make my amusement with, either that or to move house so that i'm not living the life of a hermit in this stereotypical british family. If U can count the cat as a 0.4 of a child, add it to me and my sibling (not yet determined species) then we're there,if we took took over from that sitcom made in the 1990s i doubt if anybody would ever notice (exceptfor the gender difference regarding my younger sister and the small boy in 2.4 children).

'Anon'?
Friday the Thirteenth, it seems almost ironic that the day that I have dedicated to relaxing and taking a break -i.e. no school, no exams, no pressure, has already been deemed by some alpowerful character by the name of 'anon', as unlucky. Typical.
I could go all pollyanna, and be glad that the day is today , and not the day of my exmas, but I'm not in the mood. The thing is, i dont see how this person who decided that 13 was spiritually 'unlucky' could have the power and the influence to ensure that everybody within britain, and lets face it, quite possibly a whole lot of America and Europe too, believe, or at least know of this supersition.
If this character could just wake up one morning and go 'Hey, its Friday the 13th, unlucky day', then how come i cant just wake up one day and go 'hey, its july the 29th, lets eat chocolate gateaux all day.'?!
Quite honestly though, all i wanted today was a break, a relaxing twentyfour hours where if the sun came out, i could sunbathe, or as was most likely, chill out eating cake and watching crummy day time TV. Instead, being friday the thirteenth, I wake up with a stomach ache, find that there really is nothing on TV, and that the suns disappeared. my bedroom resembles a bomb shelter that didnt do its job properly, and there is no food in the house except for soup, which I spilt down my new top. I discovered a nice arrangement of spots upon my forehead, and saw that my sister had been accompanied upon her trip to france last week with my make up and CD player. So much for a break.
And people call this superstition? Well whoever this 'anon' guy is, he wont want to meet me in a hurry, coz I'm holding him solely responsible for today.