Due to the unfortunate event that my class is sadly left with a grand total of 8 people, we have (oh surprise) realized that most of the remaining people in class can be classified thus:

408
409
410
(And Belgium School Class XYZ)

Oh the general amusement. So we set about planting our posteriors in a straight line in an attempt to save our eyesight (yeah right) and NOT, mind you, because we find changing seat positions hilarious and generally high-inducing when we sit by our sec school classes.

And speaking of Belgium School Class XYZ, Alex is HILARIOUS. Between perrylit and maclit, when coming back from the toilet, he petted auyong's little dog on the head! Awwww. YOU MISS AUYONG DON'T YOU. (Okay the words miss auyong put together just gives a really, really wrong image...)

LOLX. The term 'fruity-faced' is really damn cute. I should apply it to all to which, well, the term applies. As a substitute for 'gay'. Like tomorrow morning: EH PEACOCK DON'T BE SUCH A FRUITY-FACE. COME WITH LICKIE AND ME FOR AFA!

Predicted reaction: wtf x n times

I snigger cheerfully.

Speaking of gay, my wardrobe is really gay. It's dominated by, apart from my rjc colours, mainly purple. o.O Of course, that may be due to the fact that, absolutely coincidentally, I got sorted into the ONLY house with a gay colour a.k.a. Hadley. (And I wear clothes that happen to be at the top of the pile which then get washed and PUT at the top of the pile erm so...)

I'm being really random.

1 more hour til belbel gets off the plane. Stupid moron better blog on reightard.

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OR ELSE. *glowers*