It was the last day of Term 3 today, how depressing. No more winter uniform, ever... sad that I care, but I have a strange attachment to my ol' skirt; it's done me proud for the past 6 years, even through my brief flirtation with the skirt the next size up (What the hell was I thinking? IT'S FREAKING HUGE). I'm still wearing it now, in fact... despite the fact that it is 12:31am. So today was interesting. The Design and Tech folio was due, bah, didn't finish it (I skipped out on about 10 important criteria... pssht, I was so over it though) so I skipped French first period and worked on it in the library. It was shortened periods today so I went straight to Studio from there, it was the most BORING farking lesson I have ever had in my life. It didn't help that I was thinking about DT the whole time, and the two Beroccas I had in the morning had just fully kicked in. I couldn't concentrate, and I was madly flicking my pen between my fingers. Yet she persisted to drone on about the boring freaking exam. I watched Kira madly attempt to finish her DT journal and laughed until I realised she had my pen (GRR) that I needed for my own journal. People asked me later on why I even bothered to go to Studio, and I honestly had no idea. I skip every other class without thinking about it, but when it's Studio I write a letter to the teacher explaining why I wasn't there and how sorry I was and when I planned on catching up (man, that was one LOOONNG day, only a couple of weeks ago in fact). But I did absolutely nothing in this class, I tried to listen, but it was just SO BORING. Pluuussss I kind of got the highest mark in the class anyway, so I just couldn't be bothered. She could see that everyone was dead (by this stage I had my head on the table and was barely looking at her) so she started to talk about what we were going to do on the holidays, study plans and all that, and then went on to talk about ...ah might finishe later, i'm so farking tired right now.