Creeeeeeeeeeepy Chickens.

Ok, the time has come. I knew it would, but it seems to have come quickly. I beg of you, my dear blog-readers, to not judge me too harshly.

I have started to miss school.

*gasphorrorshock*

I know! I know! *sobbing* I have reached that stage that I do every holiday; I've started to see (well not see really) teachers around. I could have sworn I saw Mrs Ball pushing a pram in town, Mr Newton in a supermarket with his arm around someone, and Mrs Sanderson coming out of a co-op looking flustered and carrying about fifty bags of shopping.

And it wasn't them! I'm going crazy!

I had a very school-oriented dream last night, too. I was in Year 10 and it was alllll different. There was a new English teacher, and he was really cool, and I did a really good piece of English for him and he complimented it in front of the entire class! *Smug*

Anyway, I was a bit upset when he gave me a B minus for it, when it turns out it was something better. I can't remember what exactly.

Oh yeah, and Mr Newto brought his new baby into the ICT block. And for some reason I started crying about something.

Anyway...school.

Meh, I'm off. Bored. Watching Friends. Woo!

Oh, and the title of this post refers to the creepy chickens in the car insurance ad.

See ya!