Today Is Practice For Tomorrow.

I went to the Trafford Centre with my sister and dad yesterday. Turns out I was having one of those bad shopping experiences. I thought I was in the shopping mood, but really, I just got angry. Its probably because I'd got my hopes up by thinking I was going to buy some lovely, new, fashionable yet different outfits. I was wrong. I ended up blowing £50 on a top and jacket that are almost identical to ones I already own. My dad bought be some new school trousers but I had to buy a size 12. I'm normally a size 8!! The size 10 did fit me, but it was a tad snug and I didn't like the way my legs looked in them. But now I'm wondering whether I want to take my new ones back because they're a little loose on my waist and aren't the exact style that I wanted. They also need shortening. Of course I didn't realise this until I had got home and taken the labels off. Deary me. On the contrary to the awful shopping trip, we did go out for a nice meal at Nando's. Didn't get back til 10:30 so consequently I was shattered today at school and the day dragged on for what seemed like years.

Its not all bad times though! My mum phoned Mrs. Aldridge, this woman at school who organises the timetable, to ask about me and some of my fellow pupils moving into the A half for Maths and English next year, and she said that its not the B half moving into the A half, its the A half moving into the B half. Hurrah!!!