yearbooking

Today was yearbooking, which was aight except that I was tired and couldn't concentrate. Not that we did much anyway, but oh well. Beth, Diana (oh to Oxford comma, or not to Oxford comma, that is the question) and I had a lovely chat. I can't quite recall about what we conversed, but I do remember taboo, gynocologists, and the non-complexity of boys were each discussed in turn. Mum picked me up and we went home where I ate a whole bunch and attempted to study whilest I watched About a Boy (smashing film by the way). Sorry if I sound funny, but now I've got Hugh Grant's mannerisms in my head from watching the film. Don't you hate that? As soon as I finish watching something, I have the characters's mannerisms stuck in my head for half an hour and can't get them out. It's really very odd. Anyways, I ought to get back to studying. I refuse to be up any later than 10 tonight, so there! Take that IB and stick it where the sun don't shine!