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Well. Have I got quite a funny story for you.

Last Friday, I didn't do my maths paper one. I told Miss Tomos that I'll give it in to her on Monday, when I give paper two in to her. I told her I forgot paper one, you see. I said that it wasn't in my file, when I was sure I put it in there.

Anyway, on Monday I had to go see Mr Gravell. I didn't know why; all I knew was that I was supposed to go to his office at lunch time. So I did. And it was about maths; even though I'd told her that I was going to give it to her on Monday, she gave my name to Mr Gravell and I had to go see him. Obviously, he didn't say much. Because I'd actually done the work, so there was nothing really he could say, was there?

So after dinner, I had Maths. I gave her my paper one, and my paper two. What did she say then? She said, "Oh Scott, I thought you'd give your maths paper in." She said it in a mocking way, as if referring to my little meeting with Mr Gravell. I replied; "Yes, after I said on Friday that I'd give them in today." At which point, she exhaled through her nostrils. In that way she does it, that makes her look like a hippo. Yup.

What a rem.

On a slightly different note, Iwan, Thomas and I have come to a conclusion; Miss Tomos is either a) a Lesbian or b) a transexual. Who still has her jiggly bits downstairs.

Yeah. The things that come to light in maths, eh?


Oh yeah! There are some cheeky slags on my bus. There's this one girl who pushed past everyone yesterday when we were in the bus shelter thing. She said "Move." Now to me, that's really rude. I replied; "There are two to three words that can be used for what you want. There's 'excuse' and 'me'. With the optional 'please'. " Oh did I get an evil look. Ah well. They should learn some manners! And whilst they're there, a larger vocabulary. Outside of the words, "fuck", "shit", "twat" or "bastard". Oh, and we mustn't forget "cunt"!

Another person who has once again made me laugh at them is Mark Thoirs. Remember him? He was in one of my first ever blog posts. Anyway, earlier today he pushed passed us. Saying, with his unique range of vocabulary, "Move." Once again, I replied; "I can hardly move into a metal bench, can I?" He tried to push past then. Or more specifically, he tried to push passed me. Have you tried to push passed me? I'm not an easy one to move. So he had no luck there. Ha.

After that, when he finally got to his so-called friends, he said "I'm gonna 'it 'im one day." At which point, I said to my friends, "Yes, 'one day' being the operative part of that sentence. 'One day' in his non-existent future. Non-existent because he's going to die on Saturday." "How's he going to die?" I was asked. I replied; "He's going to be run over by a bus. There's this guy... and he owes me a favour..." Fun fun fun.

So.... that's it for now. I've got to go do food. Bye!

P.S. Belg tomorrow! Yay! Fun fun fun fun fun fun!! =]