Why?

A hugely interesting day at work, where I managed to sell a great many shoes. I came second in the overall productivity totals at the end of the day (lets just ignore the shoes I undersold by £12 shall we?) I was upstairs with Hayley, cleaning Liam's office (messy, but he's fit so I'll let him off). When I came downstairs, Donna said to me, "a young man came in for you, Yan something or other, but he'll come back when you've finished."

I had to wait 15mins until closing in complete excitement. Me, George and Donna were leaving and I saw, standing at the end of the alleyway- Yannis.

He walked me to the station. We talked about stuff, our jealousy issues, how scared he was of losing me, how much he missed me. And he kept me warm from the cold. At Bedford station he gave me my present- a cuddly Simba lion. It's now on my bed. Then he bought me hot chocolate and watched me as I licked the cream. I was doing it to turn him on (i think it worked as well!!!!

Enjoyed the PDA as well. I think the staff at Bedford station probably know us by now, they'll be like, "that couple can't keep their hands off each other." Kissing Yiannis is the only time I ever feel nearly as much love for him as he does for me. We had to stop so I could catch my train.

Anyway I sure you'll probably all sick of hearing about my lovelife by now so I'll stop. I'm so happy lalalalala

A hugely interesting day at work, where I managed to sell a great many shoes. I came second in the overall productivity totals at the end of the day (lets just ignore the shoes I undersold by £12 shall we?) I was upstairs with Hayley, cleaning Liam's office (messy, but he's fit so I'll let him off). When I came downstairs, Donna said to me, "a young man came in for you, Yan something or other, but he'll come back when you've finished."

I had to wait 15mins until closing in complete excitement. Me, George and Donna were leaving and I saw, standing at the end of the alleyway- Yannis.

He walked me to the station. We talked about stuff, our jealousy issues, how scared he was of losing me, how much he missed me. And he kept me warm from the cold. At Bedford station he gave me my present- a cuddly Simba lion. It's now on my bed. Then he bought me hot chocolate and watched me as I licked the cream. I was doing it to turn him on (i think it worked as well!!!!

Enjoyed the PDA as well. I think the staff at Bedford station probably know us by now, they'll be like, "that couple can't keep their hands off each other." Kissing Yiannis is the only time I ever feel nearly as much love for him as he does for me. We had to stop so I could catch my train.

Anyway I sure you'll probably all sick of hearing about my lovelife by now so I'll stop. I'm so happy lalalalala

I shouldn't be down, I've got my bf Pete to cheer me up. He really loves me. But then so does Simon. Damn, its so confusing!

Break out the champagne, because history over!!! No more Hitler and who on earth gives a damn about Himmler, Gory and Gobbles? Am so hungry now though, so is Coppelia, I think there is something about writing for an hour and three quarters about whether Hitler was a weak dictator that gives you an appetite. Am writing this at school after exam in library. I did not manage to fit in Coppelia's little piece of information about the hitherto unknown family relationship between Hitler and Boy George. Shame, it could have really added something:

Me in exam: Hitler was well known for his musical talents and in fact had a popular singing career before becoming a dictator.

I also didn't get to mention that Ruldolph Hess was the John Prescott of his day.
I think this entry is a bit weird because I am tired so excuse anything that doesn't make sense (that's everything really)As soon as Coppelia gets her act together I'm off home.

Last day of 6th form, last day of school forever. Am writing this in my last ever free period in the library.It feels weird today especially because its dark and rainy and those kind of days always feel weird. It's my mum's birthday today, I think she's a bit depressed because she has to go to work and she hates the pupils she's tutoring. I have got her a cake, it is a big Madeira one, with creamy icing and chocolate stars. I have already eaten loads today, and it's only second lesson. I had a pain au chocolat in history and a croissant with nutella. (There were no knives so I had to use a plastic spoon, ended up getting it everywhere)We listened to some dodgy pop music from 1999, 5ive anyone? It took me back to the olden days. I probably have chocolate smothered round my mouth now. Yesterday I had a chocolate post-colonial cake in English and ended up looking like I was wearing dark lipstick!!!!!! Rache; is annoying me now.

Damn my dry skin! I've been told today I look ill with my pale skin and red eyes. I've had so many pictures taken as well with me looking terrible in all of them.
I spent most of the morning revising history and the Nazis use of indoctrination. I'm panicking that I'm not revising enough, even though I know that I (probably) am. I wish I knew what was going to come up in the exam so I could make sure I know all about that in depth. We had fun in English, Mrs. Manley gave us black and white post-colonial cakes and multicoloured (so therefore post-colonial)lollipops. We had a game of post-colonial twister (can you see a theme emerging here?) It was so funny, everyone who was playing (not me) got totally tangled up with each other.

I am going to Slough tonight to see my Grandma (and my lovely family ) so I will have to write this entry now during my free period. To my left Coppelia is moaning (now is that any surprise?) and Rachel (or dark vixen as she calls herself) was giving me dark looks (although she told me that was just the way she is, dark looks from a dark girl).
I'm revising all about the Nazis for History in depth. I have been doing this for several hours now because my lessons have been cancelled for us to do revision instead. When I went to History earlier, not even Mrs. Cottier came. Now that didn't worry me as it has happened before when I went to a General Studies lesson where not even the teacher or any other of the pupils came. I waited for ages alone in the dark before realising I had gone to the wrong lesson.
Coppelia has just put her freezing cold hand on my arm. I don't know how her hand is so cold as she's been in the library for about 10 hours! It is really cold in here, I think the heating's off. Well I wouldn't put it pass Mr. Croft, anything to save money in order to pump it into the sports department. Seriously, though, the curtains in my English department are falling apart and we can't actually open the windows (leading to much faintness during the summer, body odour and lack of air: not a good combination)

Teacher: So who can tell me what techniques Carter used in this story?
Class puts their hands up, exposure of armpits

I've just realised I've gone off on some kind of rant there that has absolutely nothing to do with what I was talking about. Except that the school now has a really big sports centre whilst all our facilities are falling apart.

It is me. Here I am, in that academic factory of crushed dreams (or school as I believe it is now politically correct to say.) SB came and sat down next to me and gave me her cold.

SB: Hi (sneezes)
Germs: Look a new home! Lets see who can get there first!
Me: Duck! Oh too late. My head's gone all swimmy. Damn, I can't write anymore essays as I feel like I'm about to die. And it's freezing cold in here. It's May for God's sake people!

Am overworked and overtired. But on the otherhand I bought a pretty new bag on Sunday. So not all bad. And it's for charity.
Mrs. Day gave me back my many practice papers. They're like some kind of epic novel. I could publish them and make my fortune. Apparently I have got the hang of the whole source thing now, I just need to have some own knowledge to back it up. So I'm reading up on the Nazi party. At the moment I'm reading about Hitler. This lead to one of those random moments that seem strewn like abandoned weeds over the path of my life.

Me: (Reading aloud) Hitler was a quarter Jewish!
Coppelia: Did you just say Hitler was related to Boy George!!!!!!!

Thanks to my lovely school not allowing us to access livejournal during our free periods (or lunchtime, or breaktime, or anytime really), I have to resort to writing in here and then posting it into livejournal later. I am meant to be writing an essay on a South African play called Egoli at the moment but it's boring and pointless. Entrapment blah blah, the past, blah, blah. I'm sorry if I sound a bit well whiny but that's how I'm feeling at the moment. I have history next as well. Mrs. Day is back.
Ok, now its lunchtime. Everyone else is outside enjoying the sunshine and I'm inside trying to tackle my history work. And furthermore I've got to work this evening whilst I've just been told it's a "crap job". I sound really happy don't I? What is the point anymore?

ha ha ha