Okay, so. I got back from my best friend's sleepover yesterday and collapsed in bed so I couldn't write in this journal to tell you about it. The basics is that last week, my best friend Rachel turned sixteen, and since she was busy that weekend, we decided to have a lulzy time this weekend instead.
The only problem is, all last week, I was off school, intensely ill with a cold or flu-y thing that my daaaahling mother thought she would share with me, and I only just about made it in on Friday because of the promise of the sleepover and a non-uniform day.
So anyway. Because of that intense illness-y thing, I've lost about three hours of working on a sculpture (which I really don't want to do, but have to as part of this idiot assignment thing for school), and I only have two literal lessons left, so I'm going to have to cancel almost everything that's not of crucial importance on the lunch and breaktimes this week and stay back like every day just to try and finish the bitch, and if I can't, then I'll take it fucking home. D:
Anyway. Less of the bitching, eh? Well, I'm reading some really good books. "Fish, Blood, And Bone" by Leslie Forbes, which is just epic, and "Blue Angel" by Francine Prose. I highly recommend them to you all.