Not next Tuesday. Maybe the Tuesday after?

Nottalot.

Hey, I'm watching Jamie's live webcast at the mo, it's a laugh and a half. Not that I understand any of his technical talk, it's only funny because he's pants. Maybe I should start webcasting. Would you watch it? Obviously I wouldn't talk about technology, I could talk about something interesting like what's on telly, films and books, the importance of preserving the English language, music, dance, life in general etc. Feedback, would you watch/listen?

I might do it even if you don't watch.

In fact, I shall write my first webcast right now. Every Tuesday from 5.30pm starting next week, I'll tweet a URL or something. Which reminds me, you should all get Twitter, I'm beckypinners.

A bunch of uninteresting crap that I wrote about because science is too.

It's nearly April. Only 18 blog posts this month, I should be taken out and shot. Well, next month I will back on top blogging form, despite school work. I will find time to do everything. To be honest now ABBA is over (I HAVE A CUP) I will have so much more free time to vent, vent and vent. And practice piano more, Miss Dole is expecting me to take my exam in June which will be good but only if I practice enough and I'm not sure I've been doing that recently, apart from last week.

Hey Mum, remind me to sight-read?

So there was no ballet yesterday and I started intermediate tap, which I can't do. I don't see the point in us doing intermediate since the reason only half the class took their exam last term is because the rest of us cannot do wings or pickups at all, never mind to intermediate standard. Natalie was away having a sonogram or something to do with the bump so we had that blonde one - is she called Emma? - and she started us on something even Nicole can't do, which is wing skips. If you read carefully, I already said I can't do wings. These are like super fast wings with random seps in between. Well, screw them, say I. SCREW ALL OF YOU. Maybe I can move to do tap with Roz across the hall, she runs a grade 5 class I think? We'll see won't we.

I almost finished my science, I just want to extend my evaluation then I can take it for Mrs Haddow to tell me what to add over Easter. I'm going to be so busy this Easter, I bet Ms Daniel will find some English for us to do, piano, sorting my song for Mr D, that History essay, trying desperately to work out a way to make my choir good... Failing.

English is definitely my second worst subject at the moment, I understand, but I can't put any of my 'skills' into practice. Which would suggest that I don't have any skills in the first place. Ho hum, pig's bum, to pinch a phrase of Georgia Nicolson's invention.

Everyone's going to France in like an hour. I'll miss them. I will have no one to laugh at Alex hysterically across the room with in St Cecilia. No one to sit on a table and rehearse Blood Brothers with in Drama. OH GOD we've got Drama coursework over the holidays. Sounds like I'll be having fun over the next few weeks.

I need to talk to my Mum about Thursdays, even though you don't know what that means someone remind me?

I miss S Club 7. They should make a come back.

Orwell Eye

I have two eyes. How interesting.

Just got this email from Zoe Sandford (LOL):

From: orwell.eye@hotmail.co.uk
To: beckypinnington_@hotmail.com
Subject:
Date: Sat, 28 Mar 2009 13:47:36 +0000

There's still some space in the Culture section if you'd like to write an article about ABBA...

Zoë

Um... sure.

ORWELL ARE AWESOME. END OF.

No.

The recent activity in the music department is no mystery to anyone. The interhouse ABBA competition finished last Friday with Orwell emerging as the victors, with a "great performance" and "encompassing the true spirit of inter house". Forget why we won or whether we deserved to, we did, and there's a big shiny cup sitting in House Office waiting for our names to be engraved on it. Everyone worked really hard to achieve our win and deserve a million pounds (GENT!), especially that Becky Pinnington. She's amazing.

Nope.

WHAT THE HELL? I CAN'T WRITE!!!

The recent activity in the music department is no mystery to anyone. The interhouse ABBA competition finished last Friday with Orwell emerging as the victors despite the rest of the school's doubts, with a "great performance" and "encompassing the true spirit of inter house". The prize was a rather large silver cup, which is currently sitting in Orwell House Office waiting to have our names engraved on it. I KISSED THAT CUP.

Don't get too freaked out. I was just happy to have won something. Ever.

Sod it. She can write it herself.

Random

I said I would put the pretty drawing on. So it's on. Yay for Peony Gent. Coatmeal is one of my favourite people, she is nice to everyone and a very amusing sort. Even if she is a bit too good at everything for my liking :\
Dad and Helen are back together again again. I wish they'd make their bleedin' minds up.

Quantum of Solace

This is a really lame film. Really lame. I'm not ashamed to admit that I've seen a few Bond films and am kind of a fan. However, this is not a Bond film. Bond is gone forever. Right now he is just a cold killer and I hate him. Bond used to be this witty ladies man who shot you, but only if you really had no information for him or deserved to. This new character kills everyone without giving them a chance to explain themselves.

I totally get how if someone you loves kills herself for some other guy, you're miserable. It's difficult for you to cope. Bond is clearly having a big emotional struggle, however the writers have chosen to completely ignore that and replace it with violence, death and more of the same. If they had focused on that, rather than the dumb climax and too-fast action scenes, we might have got somewhere.

On to action; there's too much of it. I sat in my living room at a loss to what was happening, who Bond was killing and why he was killing them. Older films weren't always about the action, of course there was some, it's a Bond film, but it didn't control the whole film, there were always key points not marked with action and some serious issues tackled. There were some moments that, if expanded on, could've been very nice in that film. But there weren't. The most there was without an action scene can only have been about 20 minutes, and that was quickly forgotten in the midst of the next fight to the death.

Two Bond girls are not better than one. Vesper in Casino Royale was a great Bond girl, but a stale, almost unfeeling Camille and Gemma Arterton's tiny role that should've been so much bigger couldn't match up if they tried ten times harder.

I was not moved once. There was no feeling in this film because of the action etc. Oh actually, I was moved once. When he dropped the necklace in the snow at the end, I was absobloodylutely relieved. I am sick of this not-Bond character.

I hate this film. Casino Royale was great, it was what got me watching Dr No etc, but this was not a brilliant sequel as anticipated. Anyone who says this film is great is wrong. It's crap.

I hope Bond will be back soon.

a GOOD DAY.

I have had a good day. "A happy post? My God!" I hear you cry. Shush, alright? Some people are just not always happy.

1) I got Activities Manager. Rave and a half, non? There I was thinking I wouldn't get it. And I did. And I feel special for it. And Katy got Info Manager so I was dead chuffed for both of us. Me and Steph are gonna be the dream team + the best Activities Managers in the history of the world. I decided.

2) WE WON ABBA. That was another thing that I thought I knew we would come second in - because we practised a lot and were amusing. People were saying when they didn't think I was listening that Brunel should've won, probably because they thought I would injure them. I would've, but I won. I never won anything before, apart from the St Cecilia competition. That wasn't this special really though was it? I felt pretty darn good. And I got a thank you present. RAVE.

3) We won the competition. Way :) Well, really this is a we had the competition. No French and no PE - 2 worst lessons of my life. Well, 2 of. Maths and IT are worst. They're pants. And I don't think I hate Ms Caldwell. Which is good. Hate is horrible. I think I just dislike her. And sometimes that's hate but a lot of the time it isn't.

4) Josh is great. He cheered me up about myself a bit. And he's really understanding. When you know your oher friends are talking about you, you know Josh is sticking up for you, because he really gets you. He's in my list of favourite people.

I think I might have a change of attitude. I don't want to think I'm crap. Even if I am, I want to be happy with me. Make sense? It'll definitely take a while, but I'll give it a go. I mean, I guess I'm okay at things, more than at some stuff. Like I'm good at music, I pick it up quite fast, and I couldn't tell you what was good about a performance (like all I could say about that posh choir today was that they were really boring, but Alex said apparently it was beautiful) but I'm good at it. And I'm good at essay structure. And German. And I might not be the best person, but I try to be good most of the time.

I don't like me, but I can learn to, right?

I wish I was a tree.

"the flower said, "i wish i was a tree"
the tree said, "i wish i could be
a different kind of tree"
the cat wished that it was a bee
the turtle wished that it could fly
really high into the sky
over rooftops and then dive
deep into the sea

and in the sea there is a fish
a fish that has a secret wish
a wish to be a big cactus
with a pink flower on it."

The girl's a genius. And she makes me look for answers in a deep, meaningful way. Like... Helen. Was I ever comfortable with Helen? I don't think so. Especially not when I was hanging out her lingerie. But... I guess Dad needs a life. Not that I want him to have a life. Not with a Helen. Thing is, I know I would be happy for Mum, so why can't I be happy for him? Is it because he's the one who left in the first place? I don't understand my thinking, but I hope it straightens itself.

That stupid job. I've been mis all day, because I really, really want that dumb job and I won't get it from my last interview and the vagueness of my letter. I genuinely didn't care about not being House Leader, I wasn't that passionate about it anyway. But this job is so different. I need it. I need to be told I am good, and I need that responsibility. I need something other than boring schoolwork to focus on. And I don't have that. I had ABBA, but that just had me aggravated the whole time because of my dumb competitive streak - more on that later in't week btw guys, results on Friday - this would be different. There's pressure, but only the pressure of what I promise to do. See? I want that job so bad, and it's made me so flippin' sad all day that I don't get a second chance at an impression because 1st time round it was pants. Granny pants, to use a phrase twice.

So. Rock Night tonight ;). I'm wearing my normal clothes, I bet everyone else is dressed up. Never mind, I look... Beautifuffle.

I GOT JASON MRAZ'S ALBUM. He is so good. I also got James Morrison but not all of them. And I got Gives You Hell and some McFly. I'm getting McFly's albums one by one. THEY'RE AWESOME. And I am really sad.

It's okay.

I am not disgusting. Not sure if I was particularly disgusting yesterday, but not today. I am back to normal, and that's good for me. Last night was the first time in years I felt pretty, I felt someone genuinely liked looking at my mug and it was happy. I am back to my ordinary self - maybe even sometimes a pretty self, I dunno - just a normal girl, with some really special things going on. Like that boy whose arm I cling to. Like my friends, my Mum, my music. Even school is pretty dang when it's not maths.

Hey guys. My cough got worse. WAYYY.

Mostly Drama, so you're in for a *treat*

Why did I write that? Search me. I just feel so bad today. I'm sure I'll be fine tomorrow. Tonight, when I'm wiht friends and will be enjoying myself, maybe I won't feel as self-conscious. Anyway, I won't delete it. Because I am honest with you lot.

ABBA was great, on performance we win, but Brunel win for real 'cause it's about music. But never mind, we're great. However, the rest of the day was pants. After ABBA my cough got even worse, then I developed a borderline migraine and had to leave Drama because the shouting made it even worse. Then I was in tears because of the pain in my head, but I decided to take 3 paracetamol and carry on because I want to go to Matt's tonight. Which I am doing.

I went to piano. I should've pretended I forgot, I haven't practised all week and I sight-read every piece she gave me. It was brilliant, and she was really disappointed with me. But I don't care. I'm secretly hoping she does get fired as she never gives me a boost or any kind of good motivation. I might go with Paul Bryan, see if he can do better ;)

Ugh. Drama. Why is it that I feel worse every lesson? Like today. it probably wasn't helped by my headache, but I still felt like the crap one in the group. Ms Pawson says I'm getting an A, which is more than can be said for a lot of people in the class, but I don't deserve that A. I don't. Only in one or two lessons have I performed to an A standard, and never to A*. If I could get that 97% I would be ecstatic. It'd show me that I can do what I always wanted. But I'm not going to get that, am I? I just don't have the confidence to say to Tom/Em/Robin/Elspeth/Peony/Matt that I want that big role that they always get, because I know how much better than me they'll be. I blame Brimble.

Thing is, you all think I'm so confident. But I'm not, I'm just a good actress. Every time someone questions my judgement, I get a knock. Ms Daniel tells me I'm not House Leader. Knock. I have to redo my coursework. Knock. Someone bitches about me. Knock. Miss Brimble doesn't put me in a single scene until I complain. The biggest frickin' knock you ever had. And I put on this front, and I don't let people see how vulnerable the girl beneath the mask is. Because she's not like Becky. Not the Becky you know. And when I complained to fatty lesbo and she still only put me in a dance and gave me one line in a coffee scene, I was just about done with Drama. I was all ready to stop it and do Geography. I detest Geography, but it'd have been better than feeling like that. But I couldn't, because it's all I want to do. It sounds stupid, I know, but it's true.

Stupid motherfudging fattygay Brimble. I'm sure she meant well. She just missed well by miles.

Being sickening.

I always used to think that I looked okay. Nothing special. Just plain, nothing disgusting. But yesterday I looked in the mirror and it was the first time I ever realised that I'm ugly. This stupid thing on my lip has made me feel so self-conscious, and even as it's getting smaller I'm repulsed by myself. And after that I realised other things that are less than plain about myself. My forehead is gross; greasy and flaky at the same time and covered in spots and blemishes. My hair is a nest, my nose sticks out a mile, my hands and feet are yellow and horrid, my skin is rough, my legs are tree-trunk like... I liked my eyes. They are an okay colour, I can hang on to that, but they are nothing next to my nose. It's enormous. 

I just hate feeling so dirty the whole time. Like I'm nothing next to the people around me. I see people doing their make-up and checking themselves in the mirror, and I wonder... Why do they need it? These people will always be pretty. I can really empathise with anorexics and bulimics now. Except I couldn't do that because I'm to needy about food. This is pants. Enormous grey granny pants that don't suck you in and are visible through any amount of clothing.

I don't want to look in the mirror. And it's all because of Saul Bartlett and stupid fudging Agatha. I hope she goes away. Maybe I'll be more plain than gross again then.

A quickie, but not behind the bike sheds.

This is gonna be a quickie I'm afraid. Coursework calls me from afar... I scream, but I know I cannot run. So in ten mins I'll be doing it.

ABBA tomorrow. Eek. I'm not scared for me. I'm sure I'll be... Fine. With my almost-gone voice. Fine. I'm really scared for everyone else. Since I'm at the centre of it all, I know exactly what they're supposed to be doing, and I'm so worried they won't do it. SO WORRIED IT'LL ALL BE A MESS. Getting in at 8.15 tomorrow to sort out the transition between DYMK and Money Money Money. And then it shall be great. Greatly great.

I wrote my Activities Manager in my doss History lesson. It's a great letter, and I hope I get the job. I have so many cool ideas. Cool ideas which, however, I will not be revealing on here. Muahaha. Only because I don't want you to nick them. once interviews are over I'll tell you all what I plan to do.

I am starting a sewing business. You give me your old clothes that want refreshing, and I customise them. Prices vary. Not just yet though. I need to think of a name and logo, and I need to get some decent fabric and tools. T'will be great.

Done. Off to coursework. Said it'd be a quickie.

MLAH?

Hello fannies. I have been a very busy girl today. I planned ABBA. I did my description again but with a different setting (a beach) and it's still pants. But I did not! Exclaim! Too Much!

My ABBA choreography! Is! Amazing! So amazing that I am going to exclaim about it four times! No, it's not really, I stole it from Yes, Joyful Joyful and Julie Walters being drunk. BUT THE BITS I DID MYSELF ARE GREAT. Honest.

My day today was, in parts, totally hilarious. But I cba to say why. Peony drew me. It's a pretty picture :) but DickFACE nicked my camera so I canny put it on here. But I will. Muahahahahaaaa.

Do not! Exclaim! Too much!

Mlaaaah

Makes sense to me ;)

Getting up and writing essays.

Today I got up. I wondered why, but I couldn't get back... Down again. So then I listened to the Only Men Aloud CD that I got my Grandma for Christmas, but she'd bought it the week before :\. Anyway, I was pretty surprised to find that I actually really like it. Almost as surprised as I was by Katherine Jenkins, but I don't have her CD.

THEN, I found the music for Holly + Riva's dance and I'm going to nick it, change bits and ask if we can do it in the Variety Show. Best music for modern jazz ever.



See what I mean? You should do. 'Cause you should've watched that ^

On the lines of more music. I've just put Simon and Garfunkel on my iPod. They're pretty great. I can't believe I used to hate them. I also put on Snow Patrol and Duffy. Now I need to bring all my Christmas CDs here, because I keep forgetting and I want Kings of Leon on now. Not so much Mystery Jets. If you are thinking about getting 21 by Mystery Jets... Well, stop thinking about it. You might as well get Two Doors Down and Young Love and leave it there, because it's pretty mediocre. Mind you, give me a few weeks and I'll be loving it again.

Apart from this and music I've been writing essays. Well, writing the conclusion to my poetry. I am really surprised with my poetry, it's a lot easier to write than Shakespeare once you knuckle down and get into it. I am actually relatively pleased with something I wrote! Which is both good and unusual.

Next I have to rewrite my Romanovs question f. I can't really remember all the material I need to put in now. Perhaps I will write something else and do History later in the week. After all, there's no deadline.

Getting up and writing essays is a heck of a way to spend your morning.

Some stuff which I didn't do yesterday or tomorrow.

Now I am going to write about Saturday. That's today. Because yesterday was Friday. How amazing.

I got up. As soon as I got up I was wondering why. It's not like you need to get up on a Saturday. Nothing to do. Except poetry coursework. Mine's nearly finished now though, only a couple more tweaks and some shortening of quotes. And then I will be unstressed. Yay! Apart from I will cry because I won't get House Leader. But never mind, not sure I want to be face of a House that always comes second to Jenni.

I then did my courseywork so I can actually be in a position where going to Alex's won't be taking up valuable coursework time. I'd rather have valuable Alex time. Way. Truthfully, I'm slightly terrified. As in what if...

a) They don't think I'm good enough for Alex
b) I walk into something and they thing I'm dumb
c) I say something dumb and ditto result
d) I accidentally really offend them.

Etcetera. I actually had a dream that they had sawn my head off using a bread knife. It was a little disturbing tbh. This is just the kind of paranoid person I am. They probably won't hate me. I say probably. Any of the above or anything else could happen. And we all know about my pessimism issues.

I did tap. I have my medal tomorrow, which is kind of a one dance exam on a stage in front of an audience in full costume and make-up. They are much easier than normal exams as they are far more about performance than technique - as long as you get your sounds in you're fine, and you don't actually have to have a challenging dance for your standard. I don't have a single double pickup or wing. So yay for me. Normally I don't panic about these anymore, as, providing I smile and don't stop halfway, I normally get distinction. It's the proper exams I am terrified of.

Then I did ballet. It's Mr D's 75th today and he was even more unbearable than ever. And he has resumed ignoring me. He's not giving me corrections anymore - a lot of dance teachers will only give you corrections if they think you're worth the effort and he's not given me a proper one for about a month. And no, that is not because I am perfect. Far from it in fact. I hate him so much. If there was another teacher around that was up to the same standard as Mr D I would leave, but there isn't and he can get me into stage school so I won't. Oh, and I get to steal his costumes like I am tomorrow. except he doesn't know that I am tomorrow. Shhh.

Then, before I had a chance to put the final touches to my poetry, Dad told me that Dave + Emma were coming over. I love Dave + Emma, they're hilarious and really nice people, but I needed to do my coursework. So I became a recluse for an hour while I finished and rudely ignored our lovely guests, but after dinner I became a bit of a social animal, and was hysterical when they told me about their gay cleaner Arthur, who's got a bit of a thing for Dave. I won't reveal too much about the hilarity, I'm guessing Dave + Emma will be the topic of most of my conversation for a while.

Wanna know the best thing about Dave + Emma? They are totally on my side about Alex and gave my dad a good talking to on the subject! They called him unreasonable. I was very much amused.

It's half 11. I want to sleep. That way I can get up tomorrow and write some essays (H). TTFN x

Friday

Yes people, I am actually aware that it is Saturday. I am just going to write about Friday. Which is why this post is entitled Friday. YEAH BOYY

So. Yesterday (as in Friday) was Red Nose Day. That's the day when we all wear red noses and look dumb, and then the only thing on TV is Comic Relief which is often not even funny. Actually it was quite funny when Jennifer Saunders was dancing like Meryl Streep. But no. It was not funny. And my boyfriend is just a big girl who gasps at everything that comes up in a way-too-excited manner.

It was Helen's party. Well, one of Helen's parties. Fine, it was the uncool party. I don't care, I went to a party. Even if it was only for the losers and the cool people are all going next week. It's just because I am so unbelievably cool that it would make the cool party look like another loser party. That must be why it is.

I wore my luminous yellow top and red football socks over my skinnies yesterday. I looked unbelievably cool. In an unbelievable way. COOL. Miss Dole thought I looked cool, she said so. Ms Daniel held up a hand to shield her face from the effervescence of the neon.

Speaking of Ms Daniel, I had my House Leader interview yesterday. And I am holding out for it. I shouldn't, because there is no way I am getting it. I shall be Activities Manager instead. Wayy. The whole time Ms Daniel had the face on that she wears when she thinks you're talking total pants and poo. And I was, I don't know where half of that came from. The government-like part of me I guess.

Anyway peeps, I have to go hoover the whole house and cook dinner. It's a hard life. LAHV YA x

Naughty Becky has been neglecting her blog fans :(

But now naughty Becky shall become good Becky and write lovely things for you to read. Yay!

Today it is Wednesday. It says so above this post. I don't like Wednesday because I have Physics, Chemistry AND Maths. In case you didn't know, these are quite definitely to stupidest subjects ever to grace me with their lack of presence outside of the classroom. They are boring. They are also badly taught and most of the content is totally useless.

In Physics I lack the ability to concentrate. I sit and no matter how hard I try to listen to Doctor Wilson's waffle I fail. I start to look at the clock and I beat 3/4 time with a second to a bar (it's difficult, try it); I look at the grey skies and ponder the great mysteries of life (what's for tea, what do I need to do tonight); I sit there and absent-mindedly doodle the weather. It's not because he's a bad teacher. In Chemistry he is the best teacher ever and I learned so much last year - it's because the syllabus is utterly dire, and it is very, very difficult to teach it in an interesting fashion. I still lobe Doccy Wils, he should be Doccy Whoo in the Variety Show.

Chemistry is dire because not only is the subject matter dire, so is the manner in which it is taught. admittedly Miss Crutchley is not so bad a teacher that I sit and stare at the clock tapping 3/4 time every lesson, but it is still quite bad. I sit and I do not understand and I am too bored of the pants explanation to ask what on earth the woman is on about. Then every weekend I am forced (admittedly by myself, but if I didn't my Chemistry would be worse than the D I got today) to memorise the section we covered the previous week from my revision guide. That is the only way.

Maths. The very thought of it makes me groan, and I'm not even exaggerating here. I don't even want to talk about it, all I can think of is stats, stats, STATS!!

A certain individual, who probably won't read this, thinks I am wrong. Well, that person is wrong. Of course my happiness can last forever. Of course it will. This can't just die. Not while it's so young. I'll prove it, because I will make this work. I don't even need to make it. It'll be effortless.

As will ABBA band... o_O

It's funny how people can comment on someone you know negatively, and suddenly you realise that they are right. This is how it happened with me and another individual, someone was bitching - she doesn't do it a lot to be honest, I've heard her do it about 3 times in 3 years - and I realised that they were right. I have realised that the same person is right about the same thing, but about a different individual. And I don't know if, now this is going to be constantly niggling me, I want to stay friends with them. I guess I don't really have a choice. but I try with everyone. I'm still trying with the first person after months.

As you will all probably know, I kind of resent the fact that Alex is Golden Boy of the music department. I do like it when musical things revolve around me. Sometimes it gets a bit much but I would never give it up. Even ABBA band, who have given me no end of stress (probably my fault, I pressure myself too much), are so much fun when I forget the fact that we're going to lose. And choir - well I direct them in what is admittedly a very shambolic way, but I love it to bits and we will be the highlight of the Variety Show. Once I am done with them anyway. Might mean I am never done with them, but they will at least be good for that Meredith-style show which I will talk to Caldwell about once the Variety Show is over. WOW. This blog is totally the same as my thought process - really garbled and stupid. or maybe it's just this paragraph *is hopeful*... No, I think we all know it's the whole thing. Anyway, there was a point to this... Oh yeah, while sometimes having musical responsibility, which I am always on about wanting, is exasperating and exhausting (aliteration!), I wouldn't give it up if you paid me.

Becky recycled her Wilbur and wallace stories before she wrote them here. Now they will be lost forever. How incredibly sad. She really can't understand why she's talking about herself in the third person. She's a moron.

Smiles all round.

Bonjour, hallo, hola and konichiwa. Today I am happy. Happy, happy, happy. It's World Book Day, in case you didn't know. I got a bit carried away and did this competition which year 10 can't even win anything for where every teacher is wearing a book name and you match them up on a sheet. It's was great and I totally had the most fun. Katy and I got a little bit carried away, but who cares about immaturity when you are havin fun. Besides, I'm still at school. Therefore, I am still a child. Ish.

The black cloud that is ABBA has all but drifted away from over my head. It has rained all it possibly can (in a metaphorical sense of course, otherwise I would be quite wet), and now there is a lone ray of sunshine shining in my grey sky. Dear God this stupid English work is getting to me. We're doing description and I keep spouting simile. Anyway, I was really pleased with it today and I shall get Mr Gent to give them all some kind of, "Well done for calming Becky," prize. They are secretly very lovely. VERY secretly.

I can't think what to write. Choir tomorrow, the music arrived today but they missed a bunch of stuff out. So I shall add it. Somehow.

A drawing of some snails.

Today my second lesson of English was a bit ravey. We were meant to describe shells, but I wrote any rubbish I felt like. Mostly about gay snails called Wilbur and Wallace. You can read it in a bit, I'll post to get out of writing articles for stupid Orwell newsletter. Promise.

Oh, and I forgot to put something on my bucket list. Ride an elephant :)

The bucket list.

It's a good film, what can I say. Wanna see mine?

1. Snorkelling on the Great Barrier Reef
2. Travel around Africa and South America
3. Sleep out under the stars
4. Dance in the rain again
5. Get everyone dancing on the tables in the lunch hall
6. Fall asleep in his arms
7. Japan! I want to see a pagoda so bad.
8. Be in Wicked
9. Learn to speak properly
10. Have long nails
11. Write a proper song
12. Parachute jump
13. Finish writing my bestseller

I want you with me when I do it. I want you to help me and say, "You can do all those things," and I want to share the experience with you. Mostly I want you.