My best friend burps in old peoples faces. No actual word of a lie. First it was Mr Sims in CoPE (The same teacher who told me to “Be quiet or choke on your balloon and die”) and then today, she scared some poor lady in the street in town. Poor woman almost fell backwards in shock!
Anyway, Other news! I miss my mummy. Yes, I know if you've read this blog from the beginning, you’ll be thinking “But you always rant about her!?” … Don’t mean I don’t love her still. Its been what, a week? I’m seventeen! In the next five years, I will have to be thinking about permanently moving out and into my own place, or something, and I can barely cope for a week.
Rebecca and I have just had a nice hours chat, sat in the corner, where it smells like “Corner” apparently, and cat pee. Charming. We have a lovely talk about how Becca sets everything on fire, and about general topics like University and current relationships with our year at school. Then she went crazy and started singing “Wicked” songs, and now she’s downstairs making popcorn, whilst I sit in my bed, in my bedroom, with a nine year old cat sat wheezing next to me.
And now, after a nice chat about boobs, Rebecca has gone upstairs, ready to sleep. And I am pretty much on the same page. Except, I don't have to move, because I'm nice and comfy, and just kicked the cat out. Well, Goodnight, readers, I hope you have a nice day or night, where ever you may be, and I hope your foot is better soon (If you've done something to it) Love and kisses, Vicky. oxoxoxo
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