er... ok then. CONGRAAATS!!!!
FINALLY!!!! its OVER!!!
and guess what!
NONE of the people who i regularly see almost EVERY FRICKING DAY came to see it.
PATCHES' friends came to see it.
people i usually talk to once a WEEK came to see it.
but did they? nooooOOOoooo....
*plomps*
*pats tummy*
i shall make thee pretty! I have a mischevious plan... that has begun but..
anyway!
...
yeah, I'm still pissed at my 'friends' (note the quotation marks)
...
i realise this may seem really shallow and all, but it feels really crap when you come out after the walk on and all, and everyone else, EVERYONE is getting followed by a freaking HORDE of admirers and people congratulating them with bouquets of flowers and what do I get? A mother who's more interested in getting home than reassuring me that I actually did a good job and that all those weekends and nights weren't for dust and and and... i want to be able to stand up straight and grin so hard it hurts and shout that I'm proud of what I've done and to feel so happy that it's as if my heart were going to burst out and soar for joy and i CAN'T!
*sigh* yeah... I WAS going to rant at the chaplain but she wasnt there so I went and sat under some stairs where a teacher found me and dragged me to teh sick room where i fell asleep and made it to history half an hour late and OH! no one cared.
funny that.
yeah, this day is definitely not a good end-of-term day.
anyway, enough of me. What's Default done now?