I BEG YOUR PARDON, MISS KIWI...

Y11 means year 11, which is what we crazy English people call our 11th year of schooling...actually, I think it might be the 12th, as we start with reception, y1, y2, y3, etc. Anywhozle you take y11 in the year you turn 16. So the y11 hottie at my school is, alas, a potential year and 3 months younger than me. *sadness*

OMG!!! SPEAKING OF YEAR 11s, I WAS INSULTED by one last week! I shall tell you the tale...

We all know I'm small. But I'm not that small! Anywho, this rather tall y11 chap was waiting for an exam, when I walked past him. I noticed him and his friends share a 'look' but I thought nothing of it and walked past. However, the next time I passed him, he smiled at his friends....AND KNELT DOWN. ONTO BOTH KNEES! AS IF TO SAY "HEH HEH...SHE'S SMALL"!!!!!

I mean, FTW????

And then, on my way to my French class...HE DID IT AGAIN!!!!

What is wrong with theses children? BAH TO THEM!

BAHHHHHHHHHHH.

Anyway, all is not ok. The situation with my parents is getting worse. They've been divorced for 16 years, and they still can't get over themselves and realise that everything they do is screwing up me and Parissa more and more. By the time I finally get to leave them, there'll be no point, as I shall be SO NUTTY that the rest of my life will be nothing but a series of babbles and shrieks.

Alas.

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