Oopsies!

Uh oh, its been 2 weeks since I last posted and I feel a big guilty. Every time I remembered how long its been since I posted it makes me put it off even more because I know how much I'll have to write. But today I have decided to grin and bare it and finally write this desperately needed post.

A lot has happened recently, I'm struggling to remember it all though, so I guess I'll start from the days after my last post and see where that takes me.

Nothing spectacular happened on the Monday as far as I'm aware, I had that pickle of telling my friends that Flopsey had died, which I inevitably put off. As me and my walking buddies walked past the empty rabbit hutch I begged that nobody would notice, but at the same time I wanted someone to ask where she was, so then I could explain that she had died instead of just slipping it in to conversation somehow. Well, nobody noticed the empty hutch so, like a looser, I decided to leave it until somebody noticed.

The day continued and I still hadn't managed to tell anyone yet, I had planned to tell Louise in registration but I gave myself the excuse that it was all a bit hectic and I'd leave it til break or lunch time. Both break and lunch time came and I was still procrastinating. It came to 4th or 5th period when we came across the subject of animals or something when Bevon, being her nasty self said "Isn't your rabbit called something stupid like Floppy?". The joke was on her when I replied "Flopsey, and she died yesterday actually". We all burst out laughing at the randomness and I guess how unexpected my comment was. Then Bevon had the nerve to ask me why I was laughing when she was blatantly cackling away there at the fact that my rabbit is dead. I then had to lie to them, well I didn't have to but I chose to because Siobhan asked whether we'd buried her or not, and I said we were going to. I knew if I told them I was just going to put her in the bin like I had then I'd get this terrible response. As if I was a complete weirdo.

Anyway. Oh yeah, Wednesday was the 6th form open evening. It was ok, not exciting as the Aquinas one but I knew that it wouldn't be anyway. Me and my mum weren't there for long, we just went to the hall to hear the head ramble on about stuffs then just went to the rooms where they had information about the subjects I wanted to do then we left. It was nice when we went into the business studies room to be greeted with "Ah my A* student!!" by my business studies teacher. Going to the 6th form open evening only made me want to go to Aquinas even more, so I've pretty much got my heart set on going there now. I don't think anything else happened that week really. My sister came home on the Friday though. It was nice to see her again but at the same time it hasn't been that long since she left. She spent most of her time home out with her friends anyway but it was still nice to have her back for a bit.

Oh, there is also Curtis news. Which was really great at the time, but turned out to be a big disappointment. It all began when he popped on msn on the Saturday. I was thrilled to speak to him again but also wanted to know why he was only coming online once a month. I asked him if he got the offline message I sent him which was me quite pathetically pouring my heart out. Because he said he hadn't seen the message I then had to send it all again, which was quite embarrassing for me because at the time when I wrote it I was really missing him and I was feeling all the things I was writing about. But now, well, then, when I sent it again, those feelings had worn off because I'd become angry that he wasn't online when he knew I was hear waiting for him. Any who, I think that message boosted his ego a bit too much and made him think that I was completely in love with him and that it was unconditional. I have to admit though, when he explained that he didn't want to go through it all again, I was disappointed.

Until he became an absolute ass to me. He'd decided to come on habbo again after leaving some while back now. He was all up for it and enthusiastic about coming back but was also very very annoying. He kept asking me for furni that I wasn't prepared to give because I had spent a long while getting all that. But he didn't understand. He started being rude to me and often ignoring what I was telling him when I was trying to help and started butting in about things he wanted to talk about. I decided I wasn't just going to shrug it off and try and be all lovey again with him because that would be a huge mistake and I feel I deserve better than him after all his cock-ups and disappearances. So didn't start pretending to be nice, I just acted a bit off with him. I had deiced I didn't even want to be friends with him anymore if he was going to act like this. But he had decided otherwise. He though that we could be all pally again. And even more. he started to be all lovey, pretending we could be back to how we were which I can realised is impossible. I think he got the hint that something was wrong when he kept asking me what was wrong. I just told him that we're not how we used to be. From then on he didn't even bother to try and talk to me like he used to. He would not even sign onto msn and just go on habbo but not say hi or anything. On one occasion when I did start the conversation by saying hi, he just straight away jumped in by talking about how he'd broken his wrist or something. I made it quite clear to him that I couldn't care less. It really disappointed me though when I came to terms that what I'd hoped would happen when he came back, didn't. In fact quite the opposite happened. However, I think I'm well and truly over it and him now. I've realised the only ting that was making me miss him and making me believe I still had feelings for him was the prospect of him coming back and being all lovey again and how we were at the beginning. I feel so foolish for believing that and wasting all this time waiting for something that never came.

Ofsted came into school on Wednesday. The school had be warned about this on Friday and hence the teachers go absolutely bonkers and stressed and all sorts on oftead day and the days in preparation towards it. We had a 'student briefing' by Mrs. Adamson, the head of school about it on the Monday. She was basically telling us to be on our best behaviour and make sure uniform was right etc etc. Zzzzzzzz. Ofstead day was actually quite good though. I was book less for the whole day because I was chosen to hand in all my books for them to look at and every single teacher had decided to change their lesson plans and make them more interesting for oftead to watch and for us to be taught. It was great. It was funny to see all the teachers all dressed up to impress. On the downside however, the teachers were so much more strict. As soon as we got into school it was "do you tie up, fasten that top button, tuck your shirt in, change your shoes, take your coat off" etc. Which was just plain annoying!

Wednesday was also parent's evening. Everything was fine as usual. But I was especially impressed by what my business studies teacher said to my parents. My dad said she said "I cant believe how a 15 year old can have the business intelligence of an 18 year old" and "I wasn't even at that level when I was her age". Hearing this made me very very happy!

Right, I'm going to have to cut this last bit short because I'm loosing the will to live. As far as I can remember not much happened the weekend after that. Last week was ok, I enjoyed the community service with the little toddlers at First Steps. Last Saturday I went to go see High School Musical 3 with some peoples which was dead good. And because it's half term this week I've been lazying around on my ass all week. S'all good!