Fridays are better than Thursdays

Well, Fridays are indeed better than Thursdays. This morning was stupid. Our water froze after daddy went to work and mum had a coniption about me going out and fixing it, but I did anyway. One would think she would be happy that I fixed it for her, but no, of course not! History was good. English was stupid and I don't like speaking in front of the class. In fact, I hate it. I get way too nervous. Lunch was ok. As I enjoy being in close proximity with people I'm comfortable with, I don't mind squishing in the seats. It's a fort thing I guess. Bio was ok. I like how Mrs Rose lets us have breaks. It makes class go by more quickly. Chem was good as we actually have a chem topic. My coat broke, but the guy on my bus who talks about nothing but football fixed it for me, which was nice. Mark wanted me to come to Steve's tonight, but I couldn't, so that kind of sucked. I figured I wouldn't be able to anyway though. Apparently, it's 'too cold'. Honestly, it's not like I was planning on walking. Anyway, tonight I may do homework depending on how guilty I feel. We'll see.