What a coursework.
Ah, grammar.
Anyway, yes. I hate this. It's so boring. And pointless. And not going to help me, ever.
Ever.
*sigh*
Things can only get better? I hope so.
Mmm, waffles.
What a strange and pointless day.
Form: Get a target setting day appointment.
Lesson One, Study Period One: Colour in the black bits on my Vans to make them prettier. Clean them, too.
Lesson Two, Study Period Two: Go to Tesco, buy a waffle, heat said waffle, make room smell of waffle, make everyone want said waffle. Mmm.
Lesson Three, CPL: Nearly fall asleep due to an irrelevant and grammatically and spellingly awful presentation.
Lunch: Go home, due to a hospital appointment.
Lesson Four, Free: Travel to hospital. Took 40mins. Check-in. Wait 10mins.
Lesson Five, should have been Maths: Now in hospital cubicle. Wait 15mins. Am told as long as my toes are straight, I can kick things in four weeks time. Home.
ICT Homework. ICT Coursework. Castle Crashers. World of Warcraft. Wondering why I cannot access Google, MySpace, Facebook, or any Blogsmith blogs.  Book open days. Still wonder why I cannot access previously mentioned websites. Physics revision.
Done.











