Friday was actually awesome. Watched Love Actually during Latin, didn’t die during physics and played Cranium during imedia. Okay but awesomest thing was dissecting my lamb’s heart in biology! It may seem weird that has me so excited and exclamation-marky but it was just so fascinating. Plus, nothing is more cool (okay, that is the wrong word) than bouncing a heart up and down only holding it by its chordae tendineae (commonly known as heartstrings, but my biology teacher hates that and it just reminds me of The Trolley Song). Me, Ellen and Zoë were fighting over who got the next poke, who got to cut it up, which tube was what…while another classmate looked on in disgust at our eagerness. I also was wearing a white lab coat (instead of the usual blue, as i forgot to bring it in) so i was all “fwah, i am an amazing and wonderful scientist”. Went home and listened to some KC and the Sunshine Band. Overall, it was an amazingly funky day. 
Oh but today has been a shitty shitty day. I woke up, rushed around to get ready, had to go out and get some milk for tea (looking like a bit of a whore in my rushed makeup. The kindof make up i only wear around my friends outside of school because they won’t laugh, it will just confirm their believe i am awesome and alternative) and then had a nosebleed. I can’t actually remember getting a nosebleed before, but hey it is no big deal. Waiting for an hour for friends who don’t show up is. Especially when running into lots of people you know. I must have looked like a right fuck reading Gabriel García Márquez (always think he is dead, totally isn’t) in the park in leopard print skinny jeans, big pouty lips (chocolate flavoured lipgloss! highlighted by the way i close my mouth when wearing retainers) and drinking a can of Yoga Bunny Detox from Pret a Manger (bought for a long time ago for the name, has now become a favourite of me and Jess).
For You was i born, for You do i have life, for You will i die, for You am i now dying
I do now love love love Of Love and Other Demons, the story of Cayetano Delaura (a priest, librarian, reader of forbidden books and reciter of Garcilaso de la Vega) and his forbidden love for a Sievre Maria, a twelve year old girl supposedly possessed by the Devil. I am now determind to read One Hundred Years of Solitude on Sports Day (i am 2nd track reserve) b) and read the poetry of Garcilaso de la Vega (and manage to pronounce his name correctly).
