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?