Modifications are completed.

I've listened to 5 Chris Moyles podcasts and played the Sims and bought bed sheets. Also, I did 500 words of a Drama review before realising that maybe I was ever so slightly wasting my time. After emailing Miss Horn, she said that we only need to bring notes tomorrow. It took me 2 hours to do 500 words. I should probably practise some concentration techniques.

SUPER GOALS. WE LOVE 'EM.

There is nothing more fun in life than sitting in the 6th Form Study part of the library while it snows outside. Really, nothing in life.

Media was cancelled, English was dull dull dull, although, Laura found the original Velolceraptor in her English book. Right now, Joe is insisting on the correct spelling of Velociraptor. Or whatever. No one cares.

And because of Rolo's unfortunate absent-ness, we are doing, well, nothing in Drama.

I want a blazer from UniQlo and I want to go and see The Wolfman, but most of all, I want to go home.

In other news, I'm still a member of Original Writing.

Oh, and I STILL don't have a war-related artefact.

Balls. Why can't they make things clear in Drama. Maybe that's what I'll talk about in my little one-on-one meeting later this week (I think). Actually, I already know what I want to say.

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?



Oh please, dear God, don't say this is what the series will be like.

I was in the bath, and I thought that it would be productive if I were to do a longer-than-normal diary entry, as my recent ones have been like:

February 19th, 2010.
Tired, oh God, so tired. Just back from Anne's, bed now.

So I got through my second page (on A5) and got a hand cramp and stopped at the end of my sentence, which, in case you care, was about crab and salad.

In other news, tonight is the night that I finally get to sleep in my new room. It's not finished yet, I still need to fill a picture frame (which I hope to do at least most of tomorrow) and get new curtains, but the latter apparently won't be happening any time before Easter so I figured, 'screw it, I'll move back'.

This means that my roomwarming will happen soonish, I hope. I don't know when yet though.

Back to school next week. I don't have a war-related artefact for Drama yet, and Lord knows what I'm going to end up choosing. Hmm. I'm not looking forward to Drama at all actually. It's just such a pain in the arse and full of judgement and contradiction and embarrassment, mostly. Ergh, don't get me started.

Media, I don't even know. And English? I doubt it'll be the usual slog next week, due to PAPA DEAN insisting on 'coursework research' which means a double lesson of chatting and drinking diet coke.

'IS THAT A CAN OF COKE?!?!'

If you'll excuse me, I'm going to prepare for a delicious dinner and then bed in my new, super comfy...erm...bed.

Oh, and this is the staircase I fell down. Not even down it, down the back of it, the side closest to the kitchen area, the big gap drop bit (I promised to post this).

BARCELONA PICSPAM AND WRITE UP:

First off, these are no all my pictures. I took a LOT. And Photobucket is pants and takes forever and quite frankly I can't really be bothered to put them all up, but here are some of my favourites.

We had a good time, I think, I know I did. We saw lots of big, historical, famous things like the Sagrada Familia, we went to Parc Guell, we went round the market, strolled up and down La Ramblas which was very close to where we were staying. We went to the aquarium and saw Sand Tiger Sharks, we had Churros con Chocolato, I drank a lot of Cafe con Leche, we ate out at some great restaraunts.

We also saw actual Jake Humphrey off of the telly (CBBC and now F1) in a cafe, it rained for a lot of the time, I learnt how to play some card games, Dad took me on a walk down past an alley full of prostitutes and best of all, I fell down the spiral staircase and got bruises and all sorts. It was vair painful. Neil just laughed.

Hi, by the way.

Adios, I'm off to Barcelona.

See you on the other side!

My coat is weighed down with books, harrumph.