This weekend has been equal in shitness and brilliantness;
1) I've torn a muscle in or badly twisted my knee (shit)
2) I'm off out for a meal with my girls (brilliant)
3) I can't work 'cause of my knee (shit)
4) I can't work 'cause of my knee (brilliant)
But yeah, my knee is swollen and I'm limping like House! I'm even taking painkillers out with me :)
Evening fellas!
First day of college today, just an induction and stuff, but it was fun! Lessons start tomorrow and everyone's going to be there. EVERYONE! All the second years as well as little ol' first year me D:
That's what I'm scared about.
Mornin'! Just enjoying my tea, listening to some Foster The People :)
So, over the last week or so, some very good things have happened;
1) Got my GCSEs back (1A*, 5As, 4Bs, 1C)
2) I went to Reading music festival for the first time, which was amazing
3) I have enrolled in college and got my student card
So far, this is my favourite page in my notebook :D
I drew/wrote that when I was bored the other night, and I'm honestly quite impressed and proud of myself; I'm not an artist by any means.
Are you convinced by my, like, totally convincing worry face?!
The reason I have donned this face is because there is speculation that the riots are moving into my home town D:
My mum works right by where the riots are anticipated to begin, and has received a police tip off. Well, I do live in a city full of mushers, addicts and thugs!