Cookies; despite the title, not a happy entry.

Before I go on, does anyone know what's happened to senza? She's deleted her journal.

The day has not been good. It started well, because the library committee have been given a kilogram box of cookies by Mrs Barry. Three hours later, the first layer was gone. I blame Nichola.

Up to that point, everything was all right. But then I got my Biology back, and I've fucked it up. Horribly. How you can get an A for Chemistry and a C for Biology within three days of each other, I don't know. But I've done it. And yeah, well.

At lunchtime, Becca and I had an argument. Well, not an argument. Too short for that. And then she and Emma went off on some Geography trip. I was supposed to be on a Biology trip this afternoon, but fucking Rice-Oxley forgot to tell us about it.

So I had nothing to do at lunch, and thought about deliberately pissing off Rebecca Branton, but didn't. In the end I emailed purplerainbow and then sloped off to the library, because what can you do? It was nicer down there, especially as Nichola is going to petition Mrs Peppin on my behalf. She wants to have the time I spend in the library put down on my voluntary service record form. I'm all for this, as it will increase my amount of hours by about fifteen.

That was good; and I won the raffle again at the Stroke Association, which was also good...

I got home, asked "Did Pritchard's call?", and they didn't, of course. It's now five thirty, and they're closing now. They won't call.