It's been so long...

Where to start? It's been a busy week, let me tell you. Well, not so much busy as long. Very, very long. About as long as something really long that's dragging behind a really long car that's driving down an extremely long road. In my personal opinion, I think that's pretty long.

Perhaps I should start with a brief explanation as to why I seem to have vanished from the interwebs. The reason would be that I actually had vanished from the interwebs; the router, or possibly the line itself, has been buggered up, meaning that my interwebs haven't been working. I went without internet for almost a week— I'm suffering withdrawal symptoms!

At least it's fixed now. Well, I say fixed; it's really, really slow. But still, interwebs is interwebs I suppose.

And now we come to art. You know, that ten hour exam we had this week; it was really fun. At least, it might have been were I not in Mr West's class. The reason I say this is because it was supposed to be, as previously mentioned, a 10 hour exam. Mr West, being Mr West, failed to recognise this, which meant that we actually only had seven and a half hours. This is because for the first two hours, when we were supposed to be doing the actual exam, Mr West made us "go back to the drawing board" (his words, not mine) and do more work on our the three pages of exam preparation we had to do. This all seems well and good, but it took time off our exam, which was pretty annoying. I mean, it's not like we'd have a maths exam and have them to tell us "Yeah, you can't do it yet. Revise for half an hour first and then you can do it." You see my point?

And then there's the added factor of having it so bloody hot in his class! For crying out loud, has he not heard of windows? I was in two minds whether to educate him about such a contraption: "You see this, Mr West? This big glass thing with a handle? It's called a win-dow. If you lift this handle and push it away from you, it opens, allowing air to come into the class and so cool us all off. See? Isn't that a great idea?" I'm not sure he would have been too happy about that though.

Ooh, one more thing about art; Mrs Gwyn-Thomas (bear with me, I've no idea how to spell her name) bought her class hot chocolate, coffee and biscuits. Personally, I can go without these. But the fact that I had a sip of water from my bag caused Mr West to glare at me with a look that said "Put the fucking bottle down." made me rather annoyed. Mrs Gwyn's class get to have hot beverages, I can't even have a sip of water without getting an evil look. Nice.

Ah, I almost forgot; we all had our science results today didn't we? Yes, yes we did. See what I did there? I answered my own rhetorical question! Oh snap, I did it again.

I was quite happy with my results; Chemistry could have been better, though. But then again, even Doc Mog said that the exam was stupidly difficult. So I suppose if I do good in Chem3 , it'll bump my mark up a bit. Maybe.

And finally, Radio GYTS. Don't you just love it? I swear, they were playing so loud that my ears were actually hurting. It was blasting - I couldn't hear anything other than the music, which left a lot to be desired for. There were one or two good songs, but I've no idea what they were. I'm still trying to take in the fact that I haven't gone deaf from GYTS!

Alas, 'tis time for my departure. I must brace myself for a night of comic relief— which reminds me, I must donate!