When passing around the sheet to sign up for the sleepover.

Jordan: I can't go. Gotta revise.
James: You should prioritise! God's the most important.
Jordan: I got exams!
James: Put God first. Then you'll do fine in your exams.
Jordan: ..........so what? All the exam answers are in the Bible?




Jordan PWNED by James.
What a comeback Jordan. >_>
I love this conversation.
It pretty much sums up everything about them and their personalities LOLOLOL.

Stupids.

GOOD NEWS.

It sounds nothing like Womaniser or Cinderella.




BAD NEWS.

I keep going off on my own little Disturbia tangent.

Dang.

Option 1:
Go to China/Thailand/Malaysia with the three kids for 4/5 days.
Follow the yellow flag dude on a tour with total randoms.

Option 2:
Go to Macau with a rented coach. Tour guide = Kayleigh's dad. .-.
Stay overnight at the Venetian and play HIDE&SEEK.
Glare at the gondola rowers that charge £50 a paddle. FIFTY.
And stay in a room for the night. The giant giant suitessss. *___*

Option 3:
Stay in Hong Kong and go on cross country bike rides by the sea.
Barbecues and fly kites in pretty country parks by monkey mountain. And paddle around in streams.
And eat yu dang off street vendors.
And go fishing and stuffs.

I likes option 3.

I am so EXCITED.
For the exams to be over....

Sophie has a cottage in Embleton.
When she says cottage she really means mansion.
Although you know... it's smaller than her house.
But by then a few of us will have passed and will have cars.
And we shall drive up for a few days.
And buy lots of food in Asda beforehand.
And go and play at the beach.
And spend a day in Alnwick Castle. (Yes Harry Potter's house Nain.)
And just lounge around and playyyy.

Steph is taking us all camping.
With the stolen trangia.
And we will not have to walk or carry backpacks.
Leave stuff in cars.
Live at a proper campsite.
With a toilet.
And cook sausages and marshmallows on sticks. (Not together and at the same time, no.)
And we can see how many people we can actually fit in the ultralightweight "two" man tent.


Ohhhhhhhhhh what fun~ (:
Before we head off on our own ways~
Thank you for 6 years...
It doesn't feel like it at all.
It's the second fashion show since then.
The 2nd year since Sophie's operation.
Can't believe it.

Choir has started again!

Never a minute of silence when Kayleigh's around.
"HIIII EVAAAAA!"
"HIIIII!"

Kayleigh: Nah. Eva's closer to me! Aren't you?
Katie: Nooo!
Kayleigh: We always go on holiday together!!
Eva: Katie's my cousin! Sorryyyy~
Katie: Yeah. I know where she lives!
Emily: EVAEVAEVAEVA.
Eva: Ung?
Emily: I talked to you on MSN didn't I?
Eva: Yeah....
Emily: And I take you home in my car!
Jasmine: HELLOOO EVA!

I know I'm lubberly guys, but no need to fight over me... TT
Or yell at me simultaneously.

Little Daniel who is ever so quiet and good and sings so out of tune next to the piano.....
Bianca Kirsty Katie Kayleigh who make me crack up everytime. Their hyperness is contagious.
Even Adrian and Joshua who always sit at the back and baan coool.

All the little kiddies may be rowdy, and to be honest I fear being left alone in the room with them,  but I lubs them.

1/7 of Episode 6

And it already beats all the others. jakdshfkjashd.

*_______________________*




....Apart from the ridiculously shallow water.

Well.

Jordan. Do you have a spare computer?
Sam. Do you have a spare computer? 
I'm gonna ask everyone.
Do you know where Nigel and Vincent are?

Where's it from? 
HAHAHAHA ALDI. THAT'S WHY.
ALDI?
It was cheap. :X

Eva. Can I take your RAM?
............You'll break it.
What? 
She said you'll break it.
*scribbles on workbook*
Wutwutwut I can't even read that. Where?
TRUST ME. <-- giant arrow.

Tch.
Don't take me apaaaaaart.
Owwww owwww ow.


I plugged it in and turned the monitor on and it just went DUUUUUUUUU.
Like....CERTIFIED? 

I AM OVER THE MOON. OVER THE MOOOON. OVER THE MOOOON.



 

WAAAAH. I thought he was Preacher Steven!!
....................
The glasses. The hair!
Well... you could only see that much I guesss.....

Gam chung geh? 

I LIKE YOUR TOP.
Thank you.
SUPERDRY! *points*
*points back* You should've worn yours too!

Gary. Your voice is incredibly low.
*low* Cos he's a maaaan.
Snort. Kayleigh amuses me so much.

I'm gonna call Gary cow now.
Why? o_o
Cos he sounds like one.
MOOOOOO?
Yeah! MOOOOO!



Jordan has a big fat white bandaged thumb.
:O What happened?
Huh?
PAPERCUT!
LMAO. Giant bit of cardboard huh? T_T

Must've been at the takeawaaay.




Mum goes:
: ((((((
Sean's mum came up to me and says she has the same coat.
And that she almost wore it today.
She got it from John Lewis.
For cheaper.
£25.
How much did I buy it for?
£25.
Oh.
She says that I'm not allowed to wear it next week because she's going to.
And then Kayleigh's mum goes: Are you going to write up a timetable of who can wear it then?

Mum actually really really likes it.
Are you allowed to wear it tomorrow?
Yeah. She just said that she was going to wear it next week. It's still my week tomorrow! Ho leng hai may?

And to Gary: Remember that she has the same coat. Don't go calling Sean's mum Mum.




These sales.
Everyone in church is walking around in new clothes.
And I have NONE.
;;;;;;;;;

The funniest conversation I've ever overheard.

Mr Jowett move along.

"............Mr Miller."

"DOCTOR."

"Sorry. Dr Miller...."

Classics have never been so cool.

He looks like a MODEL.,

It was so unexpected, he's so tall and dark and good-looking. It shocked me.

He's AMERICAN.

Is there anything you'd like me to help you with?
YES PLS.

Will you be in the lesson next week?
OH YEAH.

Is he a good teacher?
I don't even know.



"Mr Tippett was like...Jane...Are you on heat or something?"

When Jeani Kate and Katie all went to lurk around Main Corridor to see him...

"We were all like....where is he?? And Mr Tippett walks out of his office and is like....
I know what you are looking for.....He's over there...."

Mr Tippett does not seem to appreciate the male rivalry LOL.

But he was laughing his way out of the staff room.
He must be so amused.

"What lessons can we learn from Nahum?"

"Be a good girl."

"What else?"

"Be a good boy."

"Dont be a bad boy."

".........."

"I'm gonna be Baaaaad Boy. I gotta be a B-B-Bad Boy~"




Sigh.

Booked.
The Gate.
Twilight.
2pm Friday 19th December.
First day. Just because.


Nain, Steph, Maz, Miz, Soph, Nic, Laura 

& Roz to sit in the corner and make snide comments and bully Edward.

BUT THAT'S OKAY. WE ALL KNOW THE FILM WILL BE RUBBISH.

SO WHAT.


Excitement.

The last staff panto evarrrr.


Obligatory Mr Tippet Prince Charming.

Oh my gosh. He is like so FIT.
Yeah! But I heard good-looking guys weren't all that smart...
.....Ante deum asto.....blahblahblah........Caecilius est in horto....
Excuse me. Do you know the way to Segedunum? 




And the Morton&Newman double act. 

Two atoms walk into a bar. 
One goes "HELP! I've lost an electron!"
The other asks "Are you sure?"
"Yeah! I'm positive!"




And Mr Jowett's popularity is greater than anyone has ever had before. 
Stone, Rankin, Morton, Lovell....JOWETTJOWETTJOWETTJOWETT. 

I suppose it might be because we've never had a
Male young English teacher, 
from a posh Surrey boarding school,
with a Hugh Grant-esque accent,
ex-ballet dancer,
and TWIN.
JOWIE!JOWIE!JOWIE!JOWIE! o_O



 

I've never wanted an Over-25 to win X Factor before.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUvSsr6jRKA&fmt=18



I know that odds are she's out next. But you can still hope.

Who says that you have to be British to win?

I feel a bit sick.

It's a week since Newcastle and almost 3 from King's.

I know that no one has heard from Newcastle yet, and no one has had offers from King's yet.



But I need to know before Thursday. 

Preferably sooner.

If I get one offer between them - or TWO ;; - I am not going to the Manchester interview. 
I refuse to. I'd rather spend the day at school and revise for January modules. 
It's not like Manchester offer will have lower grades. They're crazy. 

Ugh.

I need to confirm my going or they'll give my interview to someone else.
Or I could it confirm anyways. And if I do get an offer later, I could start flying planes.
But I'd feel so bad I'd refuse to go anywhere near Manchester ever ever again, in case they found me.
Or the poor person who could've had my interview that is so desperate to go.


Please change Mr.UCAS.



On a happy note. James has an interview for Newcastle. Woop.

On another note.
Jordan wants to do Structural Engineering.
Only Edinburgh and London do that.
And Leeds?
Okay. That's a bit closer. But so what if that's the best uni for your course. Ugh.  
I DIDN'T REALISE PEOPLE WOULD WANNA MOVE WHY WHY WHY WHY WOULD THEY WANNA DO THAT? 
Newcastle uni is the awesomest. Think of the job opppotunities in TOOOOON.
How sad. ;;
Bah. They're all talk anyways.

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=CJ8dXUtxY4A


Oh Golly. How exciting.

I have injection No.2 in 10 minutes.

And I have hiccups.


Uh oh.

How strange. I'm pretty sure that interviews aren't supposed to be this fun.

The first hour was sitting in the corner with the girls.

Rebecca went in first. Lucky child. 
She came back out quite happy. She popped back in to wish us luck, bless. She said they were lovely and it wasn't that bad.

Angela is ridiculously cute. She gets the giggles when she's nervous. So she just sat there giggling to herself before going in the interview.
She came back quite depressed though. For no reason!
They asked if I knew that blahblah cosmetic dentistry was blahblah. And I said. Noo.....but I'll google it later.

Faye and the two postgrads went in.

And then David starting getting REALLY nervous. And pacing around.
And Gateshead guy started going to the toilet every 10 minutes ahaha.

Do you play piano? 
A little bit. You know Muse?
*Knights of Cidonia and all these crazy crazy classical music*
Err. I thought you said you dabbled?
Oh I guess. There's a different between modesty and lying.
You think?
Sorry for lying.

After David was summoned.
This EVISU crew came in.
Y'all right? You guys here for interview? Aww don't worry man. If this guy can get in both of yous can.
All you need to do, right, is, right, say cos you wanna pop a can up a medic's ass.
Gateshead guy: Righto. Will keep that in mind?
Oh one of them goes in such a thick irish accent: Anyone of you guys from Iyyyeerrrland? 
I wish I could say yes. :(
And then they left.
After 5 mins of o_o
Gateshead guy turns to me and goes. Oh great. I'm going to end up blurting that out now.


When Gateshead guy went for interview, David sat down.
And I'm like: Don't you want to go home? 
He didn't want to leave me by myself.

When he finally decided to leave - in case his mum was waiting - he walks towards me with his hand stuck out.
Handshake hahaha. .....Guess I'll see you next year....!

He was so sweet. T_T

Wow. Today was a bit of a disaster. 


Blonde girl stopped.
Chrisy stopped.
Gary crashed into Chrisy.
Gary fell down.
Gary couldn't walk anymore.



The First Aid people were useless, apart from writing down all of his details.

Priscilla was in a rush to get back home to go to work.

Gary was incapable of the half hour jog back to the metro station.
(Jordan only knew the way from West Monkseaton. It takes 5mins from Whitley Bay.....)

Gary needed someone to come and pick him up. At least drive him down to the metro station.

We were like uh oh. Parents are in Newcastle shopping, cant exactly call them.
And I'm like. Mum and Dad can't make it back in time for work.

It took 5mins for James Jordan and Patrick to decide to call Sean.
But then they were like....hmmm..... no not him. Someone else.
And I'm like. I'm sorry. Who else do you know who lives near Whitley Bay. If you don't want to ask. I'll do it.
It took another 5mins for Patrick to finally call him.

Hey.
Where are you? 
Leicester?!
Oh.
Never mind.


ARGH. I believe. was my thoughts. T_T



So then I called Mum. And Mum and Dad came.
Gary couldn't walk without crying, so we went to the hospital.
And Mum and Dad went to work late.
The mean doctor wouldn't give Gary crutches. Apparently moving would do him good.
And then Soso came.
And then Soso fed us.
So Gary can't move but at least we are full of fish and chips and he has an excuse to dah gay all day.



He has a groin sprain.
How. Footballery is that.
How strange. He just fell over. He hardly pulled anything.
It wasn't even a particularly spectacular fall either.
How boring.



And the A&E department is nasty.
I saw someone go straight into Resus. How sad.

I am tired.


I feel like a zombie.



I'll have another mocha at break.




"I told you so."










Nain isn't feeling too good either.

She's still ill.

But this was a classic.


"Nain. Does Nauroze mean Happy New Year in Afghani?"
"Yeah."
"That's so cool. Is that his birthday?"
"No. I don't know why he got called that."

"Maybe because he was due...."

"MY BROTHER IS NOT A JEW!"


Oh I love her.