Once more, with feeling...

"...And do you remember when you used to roll Malteasers down the table into my mouth?"

"Yessssss."

"Are those really the actions of two people that hate one another?"

"Well. I aimed them really hard. At her head."

And I am a fully-fledged sixth former!

I must immediately say this: I love it. The lessons are intense and intelligent, and the whole environment is more social. Although the latter may be due to my friends and I imposing ourselves upon the form of Gem, along with almost everyone else in the lower sixth. But they are all so cool; they may consider Family Guy to be acceptable entertainment but that can be forgiven when they offer us sanctuary.

And tomorrow evening it is Kirstin's long-awaited pirate party. I wait with baited breath to see the results of Ben's transformation into Jack Sparrow. Or, as is more likely, Captain Pugwash.

Of course, I'm joking.

The bloody Inland Revenue still owe me money. I am a student, for God's sake. I am poor. I cannot afford to pay emergency tax, especially emergency tax I'm not supposed to be paying. Bloody bureaucrats. Completely inefficient.

Anyway. It's nearly my birthday! Yay! And I'm going shopping in London! Yay! I'm not, however, going to Ray LaMontagne. This is definite now. I'll just have to lick my wounds and get on with my life, I suppose.