Im so bored of this template. I mean, its boring isn't it? Its all green and stuff..ok thats just so vague. Liable for me tot be vague though, this early in the morning. Again, vague as its actually half 10 and ive already had 2 pancakes and read todays papers, yesterdays and maybe the day befores, depending what was actually on the kitchen table this morning. So, i hear you cry, why are you up this 'early'? Netball, is the answer. We have a stupid match against Queens (taunton). Mrs With (our coach) told us (the B team) last week in practice, that we were going to LOSE..BADLY. I was like 'thanks..*rolls eyes*'. She was especially (sp) picking on Jem. It started by a comment like 'what happend to YOUR knees' when Jem walked onto the court after falling in our Games Lesson (ironically, netball) earlier that day. Her knees, admitadly were pretty fucked up but it wasnt that bad, and definatly wasnt a Big Deal. Then she was like 'Jem, im sorry that you dont know how to do this *insert netball jargon* but your the only player left and i have to let you play' how Harsh is that? Im sorry but that was just plain mean.

THEN, the next day, jems day was worse. It was, Comic Releif (whats with all my capitals today??!)and shell was going around spraying everyone with red hair dye. So we were all in the tuck-shop eating lunch or well screaming coz of this crazy hair dye lady and shell SPRAYED JEM. ok, not a big deal, Usually. Seeing as they had their bitch bight earlier in the week..this wasnt a Good Idea. She strayed and jem was like 'STOP STOP' and she DIDNT. how stupid was that? So jem grabbed her hair and kicked her. Then both wne SPAK. Jem went of crying. Shell shouldnt have carried on..neither should have spaked out. (for those who know know what a spak, spak-attack or a spak-out is..u really need to know more. Its like going crazy..like SPAZ..). Anyway, thats the events of yesterday.

Ooh, willis told his bro that i fancied him. Well my exact words were 'tom your brother's a sexy biatch'. I was really hyper, and i didnt think he would tell Simon. Although, si didnt really care apparently!. In the car after school i was talking to Izz (nextdoor neigbor, goes to chulm skl and is in year 8). We were talking about Cat Reeves, Loz Reeves, Si (cats ex), Cats fone (not P) which aparently had a pic of me on!! She lent it to Minni in the year below me. Ho hum..life is speshal (sp..hehe).

Emily - likes to spak-out occasionally

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