5, 6, 7, 8.

I would have loved to tell you about my day in pictures.

I would have adored showing you all the random mishaps that occur to me on a daily basis.

But no. I cannot, for my camera's battery has run out so it won't even wake up to let me take the weight of all my porn shots works of art off of it's miserable shoulders, so I now I sit here, having not even attempted to begin my biology homework and listening to the music that sprang straight out of the nineties about twenty minutes ago and slapped me back a decade.

I'm currently listening to-

Wait.

FULFORD SCHOOL PEOPLE: GO AWAY.

That's better.

So yes, I'm listening to Steps.

I'll just pause a moment for you to delete me from your reader.

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Aha, yes. So, you're back, which proves you love me LOTS, despite my obvious pitfalls.

Thank you.

Anyway. My camera has decided to co-operate (it may or may not have involved caving in to its demands and charging it) and so here's my day with extra added me...

Woke up at the crack of too-early and decided to check up on Twitter... (thrilling, I know)



Went to school, where we had an all-out battle with our (Scottish) chemistry teacher for the supremacy of Yorkshire water (as our Yorkshire teabags are specially designed to accommodate the lovely Yorkshire water, and Scottish water tastes like arse.)



It's written in my chemistry book so it MUST be true.

After a day involving Izzie in Lycra, Aaron's saggy shorts and JJ's gummy bra (it smelt soooo good), I went home... Asking my mum to fill out an English form may well have been the most disastrous mistake I have ever made to date.



Dietary requirements: Loads of cake.

But I tried to look on the bright side of such trips...



Excellence - Damn straight!

My outlook brightened considerably when I looked in the cupboard for some food...



Talk about cupboard love! It was brimming!

And then I looked in my draw in the freezer and saw this.



And then I cried with happiness.

The End.