my dear free noticeboard has been nagging at me to write a new post because the old ones are getting dead. well, it is on the COMPUTER, it can't possibly DIE HERE? so, i would like to point out to whoever you are. you very well know that. :)
and yes, i know that my words are purple again :) oh wait, now they're blue.

ok...

well, i've finished all my holiday homework, and as the book "the effects of gamma rays on man-in-the-moon marigolds" (what a heck of a name) says " nanny's a goody goody girl and god looks out for goody-goody girls and gives them HOTSY AND HONEY RIGHT NANNY?" welll, for starters, i'm not nanny, thank you very much. and i don't fancy honey, it sticks to my throat.

you can see that i've finished all my holiday homework cos i'm ABSOLUTELY DELIRIOUS NOW. it comes from being a goody-goody girl and *i feel like slapping myself now. SNAP OUT OF IT :)* I HATE HOMEWORK.the last maths test left me stuck for shit and i still can't figure out what the fucking hell the bloody test was trying to tell me. so there. i said it. i mean it : STUCK FOR SHIT. what the hell do they expect of us? cambridge geniuses? well , i can draw, but that's not cambridge.

and i still don't see the point of them making us learn all this junk. what useis the pythogoras' theorem when i'm going to be a doctor? my patient's lungs won't come in right-angled triangles, and i doubt any other part if his/ her body will come in bloody right-angled triangles... stupid waste of time. and statistics. what use is statistics of to me if i'm going to be athlete? or a garbage collector for god's sake. NO BLOODY USE. sometimes i feel like whacking the sense into some teacher. like a certain long for example. you know what i'm talking about. i'm sure you do. in fact, what is the use of art if i'm going to be