Move over Darcy, it's CASANOVA!!!

Ah, there he is...that picture has to be my favourite.

*blinks and shakes head* Whoops, went into a bit of a daydream there. OK, here's the situation. It's ten past seven on Friday evening; I have just finished making and eating a (although I say it myself) delicious repast of pasta and bacon, I have been scouring the Christmas Radio Times (particularly over the big Doctor Who special; there is a fold out of David fighting the sycorax wearing pyjamas. The stuff of dreams...) and now I come to you, my bloggers.

I did actually do a short, picture filled fost earlier but I deiced to delete that because the pictures and layout went spasticated.

Crap morning, good afternoon today. Felt like...well, crap this morning, the misery being made worse by the fact that yesterday (when I wasn't at school do to coughing my guts out) our class did a new Chemistry thing that I do NOT understand in the SLIGHTEST. God dammit, there goes my understanding things streak in Chemistry.

Biology...yerch.

Then the day looked up for English was next, and I like English lots, and we got to hear yet more boys say "I'm pregnant" voluntarily, which is always funny. See Tash's blog for more detail on this. Then German, which was good; we spent half the lesson deciding (in German) what we'd do if we won the lottery (at which I let out a loud exclamation of: "How in Tennant's name do you say 'I want to sell up and open a skiing hotel in Austria' in German?").

Then next half we were in the Computer room. It was fun because...

• Me and Katie worked on the German exercises together, with hilarious results.
• Me, Joe and Kat (Kat and Katie = two different people) had a sort of wheelie chair race, which resulted in Kat stealing my shoe for the trillionth time.
• Encouraging people to put comments on the "KILT!!!!!" post, which means I have several very strange ones on there.
• Annoyed everyone silly by randomly yelling, "He's wearing a KILT!!!"

Bus journey? Sophie tried her hardest (though not with Bill and Butch) and in the end it worked; I went absolutely apopleptic with laughter, and I mean absolutely. My hysterical laugh is not pleasant; in fact it is something to be afraid of, most definitely. This meant that as I burst into my continuous, cackling, weird laughter, Tom grew slightly fearful and kept on saying nervously, "Ros...Ros...Ros...Ros!" Until finally he experimentally poked me which just prolonged the laughter.

God, it's such fun being in hysterics. If I had a penny for every time Sophie caused hysterics, I'd be able to sell up and open a skiing hotel in Austria!

At home, yayzels and sacre bleu and eeeeeeee there are cooly dooly pics of the Christmas Invasion! Am slightly worried though; according to the reports it seems that Tennant spends most of it in bed. Still, we know he'll do some heavy-duty fighting. Ooooo, cannot wait to see it!

*thinks about David in pyjamas*

And so the weekend stretches forth. Tomorrow we play Macclesfield, and I am going, hurrah.

Must go now. Byeeeeeeeee!!!

P.S:

(Couldn't resist.)

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!