Shoe Poo

I think I might have to disown my sister. She is now not coming down this weekend, which means no last minute driving practice. Basically if I fail my test on Monday it’s all her fault. I can’t believe she has chosen her stupid bloody boyfriend’s mother’s birthday over me. That relationship will end in tatters as they always do and then she’ll be left with no boyfriend and no brother. She’ll be sorry. God, I can’t believe we’re related. What a bitch.

Yesterday afternoon was a CLASSIC. I had a bit of a work to do for economics final period so I signed up to do textiles for my afternoon activity. Figured I could sit in the corner pretending to sketch some elaborate fabric design while I was actually finishing my essay. Anyway Mrs Livingston was about to go spastic at me when Luke Myers walked in. Wouldn’t have been a significant distraction if he hadn’t had dog shit all over his shoes. He’s such a retard he hadn’t noticed that he was treading it all over the printed fabrics that were laid out on the floor drying off. Everyone was in bloody hysterics except Luke who cried for Christ’s sake! Even Livingston couldn’t suppress a little smile. She’s SO the fittest teacher here by the way. God knows what she sees in her primordial dwarf husband. Maybe he’s got a massive schlong. What a hideous thought.. Anyway, she disbanded the class after that so we were free to go back to our studies where I was able to finish my work – RESULT! I couldn’t have planned it better myself.

Matron tried to bust me for bunking off when she found me in my study. Like it’s any of her concern anyway. She reeked of fags again, the old crone. Can’t think why she doesn’t like me. I’m so bloody nice to her..