Pretty crap day.
After a busy summer holiday, i finally got round to getting my lip pierced on the 15th. It's gonna be chaos when i go back to school because i was meant to get it done at the beginning of the holidays, so it'd have 6 weeks to heal and i could put the little retainer tubes in my lip so the teachers at school wouldn't know about it (my school is mega strict on "extreme" fashion, hair, piercings and whatever). But i'm gonna have to go back to my piercer and ask if it's possible to replace my studs (i got 2 piercings - snakebites) with retainers earlier which is scary.
We now have less than 2 weeks until we go back to school.
Scary.
It's gone so fast?!
I thought it was about time i'd started a blog because i have so many good times out with friends, but i have the worst memory. It's that bad that i have a tiny book which i write all the funny phrases that me and friends come up with in general conversation. I can sit reading that book and burst out laughing, remembering all those good times.
Anyway, long blogs are boring so i'll try and keep it short.
Decided to stay at home for a day and get some stuff out of the way. My mum's been nagging me to hoover and dust and all that for a while now so i spent hours doing hardcore cleaning. And then i said to myself that i'd start on my art homework (there is SO much to do) but all i did was draw a tonal daffodil in the corner of a page. I enjoy art but i didn't realise i'd be drawing plants for 2 years when i took it for GCSE. I mean, plants are all similar in basic shape and they're so BORING. I drew the same plant 5 times from different angles in one lesson. IT'S NOT GONNA BE MORE INTERESTING EVEN IF YOU DO CHANGE THE ANGLE. So i watched tv for a while today. Bekk wants me to go see The Blackout with her tomorrow but i'm pretty much skint so i have to borrow money from her. I saw them last year too but i've never really bothered listening to their music. And my friend Harry has gone to Cornwall for a whole week and i miss him. Lots.
Lana out. (:
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I'm jupming off the GCSE bandwagon and heading back to Sweden. Know what you're saying though, there's way too much bullshit about piercings, hair styles etc. Actually, when it comes to English schools, there's just a load of bullshit about everything. "Don't go on the grass field when it's raining, if you slip we have to pay the hospital bills". I was actually told that, are you fucking kidding me?
Oh well, heading to Sweden, getting lip done and going first day to school with a "Fuck Me Jesus" shirt. Damn I love Swedish schools.