This is 'Waffles'!
Tuesday was an alright day, the weather was kinda shit but bearable. Graphics first was alright, I finished half of my first lot of computer work, pretty fun although kinda boring. Surprisingly I miss those damn boards. Computing was alright, I dislike this damn skating program though. History was fun, although Mr Roberts was pretty boring which was a gutter. English was alright I guess, kinda boring to be honest, we just read more of the Cone Gatherers and analysed a paragraph. Art was cool, boring, but cool. Tuesday in all was pretty boring, I wish I could remember more of it though. :(
Today was shit-tastic. Well, from the start. Now, as I have previously stated in my blog my bus is always late as fuck, but today was taking the piss. I leave my house at 8:20, it's my routine, I get to the bus stop in 2-3mins because it's pretty close to my house. Now there are at least six Marbil buses that can pick us up, two are for the John Bosco school though, although they sometimes give us lifts. Okay, now that the facts are out the way, let me set the scene. The sky is dull and choking with rain clouds, it is poring it down with ice-cold water and no one seems to be in a good mood. Now that went on for fourty fucking minutes. Our buses are shit, one bus drove by us when it was completely empty. And it was one of our drivers. Another stopped so we rushed over to it, only to find that it was full and just wanted to tell us that the driver had called in another bus to pick us up which funnily enough arrived within three minutes. If they can be as fast as that, why the fuck am I always late because of them? Fucking idiots. (End Rant). But when I got to school everything got really fun, weird. Benchball first period which, as ever, was a great laugh. Same teams as last time though, which meant - as Clivey most rightly said - we got stuck with the damn waxwork museum. Seriously, it's people like these statues that make P.E. shit, I mean, I used to hate P.E., but I still tried and put in a little effort. Even if you don't enjoy P.E. you should at least try and make it enjoyable for others, then you might actually enjoy it. My team at the moment has a few legendary players in my Benchball set, Graeme Jackson, Ross Logan, Nicky Bunyan (Do not persecute me for saying this, the man actually does to well in Benchball) and Clivey to name a few. But then there are the others (Who I will not name for polite reasoning) who stand around and do fuck all. I mean, hell, Daniel Dickson joined my team late and got a homerun within a minute of playing, he did better than them! Hell, I passed to one of them to get a runner out, she didn't catch it and got hit in the chest and fucking snided me! I mean, what the fuck? But it makes it even worse when the opposition is full of athletic bastards! (And I mean bastards in the good sense) We got beat 57-60, which is down to Clivey and the others killing themselves in order to pull us closer to victory, it was a shame their efforts were over shadowed by a bunch of idiots. Oh yeah, I learnt a lesson as well: Being cockey and challenging someone who is holding the ball to throw at you is not advised unless you can back up the jumping skills to dodge it, or at least run fast. Damn you Johnny! English was fun, I sat and talked to Sarah while doing my work, I even got to be sarcastic to Liam after he said something blatantly obvious, man. I love my class. :P Private study was alright, got to talk to Darren for another full period while pretending to read about the Suffragettes. Computing was alright, we actually did a lot of written work, which for once was pleasant. Crazy. Graphics was alright, I got my test results back and found out I passed pretty well. Clivey got the highest mark once again though :P and made a sixth year £1 in the process, it turns out they have decided to put bets on the higher pupils to see who will get the highest score. My table won. :P History was a great laugh, Mr Cox has returned to his old state of: Humourous legend. Hell, we got our essay plans back today after being told we were being given an extension on the actual essay because they were all so bad. Although, his comments on mine were great: "This is 'Waffles'!", "Yes, now try and actual explain that point!" and a whole lot of "Ditto!". Everyone got cheek off him, Hell, Scott got "This is wishy-washy", I mean, if anyone else said that it wouldn't be funny, but Big Iggy makes it hilarious. He even got the entire class to decide what was worse, Waffles Vs. Wishy-Washy. Waffles won by far, hence the title of the blog.
Anyways, hopefully I won't die tommorrow when we apparently will have gale force winds, gutted. If there's anything I hate about being skinny and tall, it's being blown around in the wind. Adios people, or if I die tommorrow. Ouch.