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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

26th September 2007

So, it's morning, and I'm kind of tired. Last night we celebrated with my sister, and she opened up all of her presents. She got all sorts of neat stuff; a DVD player for her room, a huge trampoline, a basketball hoop, and a new mobile phone (It's PINK! =D) So we had a few laughs. She also got this cute bead things, where you can make shapes and pictures out of beads, and they stick together when you spray them with a little water and dry them quickly. I made a strawberry. =B

I managed to get half of the art homework done, which is all that needed to be ready by today, and printed off the history homework I almost finished. That was hard, and so it's not totally finished, but close enough. I didn't walk the dog, because I got all caught up, and didn't have time, but that's okay because I'll probably take him today. Besides which, it was raining yesterday, and I didn't really relish getting soaked through to the bone.... >_<>*.

Now I'm about to head off to school. I have a double lesson of history first, and then double art, followed by an hour of Spanish (which I don't really want to do, I just got roped into it) and the I can come home. Tonight it's all homework again; English, history (for another teacher) and I'm sure I've got some psychology too. I normally have....

I made some nice pasta with chicken and sweetcorn to take to school today, like yesterday, and I'm happy; it's nice food.

It makes my tummy happy =D Anyway, best be off. I don't want to be late (yeah, right). No, really, Sixth Form is really strict with things like that -_-

Bye bye. Peace. xx

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posted by Kitty Taylor at 7:45 am

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I'm gonna

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And roll my

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Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that-

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But, oh, I love my life

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Kitty's blog is entirely fictional, and not based on anything real or otherwise. Oh hell. Who am I kidding? it's hard cheese facts of life. This is a NaNoWriMo (and other various writing-related) journal, to see more about this visit www.nanowrimo.org