Eventful.

Oo ek, its been 5 days without a post. The reason being is that on Tuesday and Wednesday, nothing happened at all. And then when things did happen on Thursday and yesterday, I had forgotten to submit a post. Oh well, enough excuses, here is my post.

Well, Thursday is a blur, it must have been so dull and boring that my mind just decided not to remember any of it. Oh wait, I remember Ian being a pain in the ass that day. Oh yes, I was apparently being 'strenny' with him, so he kept asking me why. But I kept saying that I'm not 'stenny' but that if I am then I don't know why. The real reason was probably because his bad personality was getting on my nerves and I was about to explode with frustration and anger and annoyance. I didn't tell him that though. So I tried my best to act normal. At break, I overheard him asking this chavvy slut girl if she would buy him some cigarettes. Ian has smoked in the past, which makes my stomach churn. His excuse for his smoking was that he was 'depressed and going through a bad time'. My ass. He quit nevertheless. But has now decided to start again. I said I would disown him as a friend if he ever started smoking again. I'm half serious about that. He said that it doesn't matter if he starts smoking again because nobody will be able to smell it on him. Bull shit. Ian went overboard in his irritating habits and just way of thinking on the way home from school on Thursday. he asked me if I wanted to go to his for a brew. I said I didn't want to. He, as usual, wouldn't take no for an answer. But I stuck to my guns. He kept moaning and winging, saying 'But you never come round anymore!' I wonder why.

Speaking of smoking. My mum & dad have decided to quit smoking in another bid to save money. My dad is doing ok, he said the other day that he had half a cigarette, I was disappointed at this, after all, its not like he's going completely cold turkey, he's got the nicotine patches, gum and tablets to feed his craving. My mum however, is just a failure at this, shes tried to quit countless times, but she has little willpower. This frustrates me a lot.

We have also moved to plastic bottled cartons of milk from the supermarket instead of the glass bottles from the milkman to save more money. Poor milkman.

Yesterday was a goodun, the highlight of my school day was my Business Studies lesson. It still remains to be my favourite subject. And to top it all off, Derren Brown's Trick or Treat was on, which I of course watched in utter delight. It saddened me when I realised it was the last one in that series. But boy was it a good finale!

Now, for today. I persuaded my mum to take me to the Trafford Centre to take back some school trousers that were in the wrong size and exchange them for some snazzy ones. I'm looking forward to wearing them on Monday. I do wish I had asked my father to take me instead though. This sounds mean, and I feel a bit guilty for typing this, but I felt like there was a role reversal between me and my mum today at the Trafford Centre. It was like I had to always look out for her and take charge and make sure she doesn't get lost. She was so rude to all of the shop assistance as well. I felt like I was being rude and nasty by just being with my mum acting so grumpily and old womanish towards everyone. I hope with all my might that I don't turn out like her.

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