Oh thank God it is Friday. I am KNACKERED. I’ve spent the whole week at Mayflower having my first AS lessons, or to be more exact, sitting on a chair in a circle playing “getting to know you” games with folk from Regis Hill, Walthamstow Grange and other schools. “Everyone pick a partner!” shouted Ms. Bracket in the first AS English course. “Spend five minutes telling each other your interests! Then report back to the group!”
So, it turns out I don’t have any interests. Not real ones anyway.
I mean, what do I ever bloody do? Go shopping? (Not even shopping, just “looking” ’cos I am brassic). See Wesley? Watch EastEnders? Mess about on MySpace? Apparently these DON’T count. Not when there’s a girl in my Sixth Form called Tonita who goes to Lea Valley Ice Rink three times a week and wants to compete in London 2012. Not when there’s a Sikh boy called Manpreet who once was on Countdown and won £1,000!! Saying that, he’s a proper weirdo who’s also made a complete Wembley Stadium out of matchsticks so I’m not that jealous.
That Joshua Fallow lad is a PROPER NUISANCE. Joshua Fallow reckons that I can’t have “Seeing My Nan” as an interest. Or “Singing” neither, if it’s only when I’m in the shower. Joshua Fallow reckons they don’t count. Who died and made him king?! Joshua Fallow reckons I should have “Weight lifting” down as one of my hobbies ’cos I must have been training my neck muscles for months to cart around my gold hoops and my locket at the same time.
I told Joshua Fallow his “interest” should be sitting on the mantelpiece frightening small kids away from the fire, ’cos his face looks like a cat’s fangita. Joshua laughed for ages when I said that. He is ANNOYING.