fools

'tis me, in the schroder suite, in my free, again. i had athletics this morning, and i bravely competed for the high jump for Heath House. i'll not type the height i got though.
i also had to go to a big opening thing for the Hadrian suite, which is for dyslexics like the little girl i teach english to. i remember writing a while back that i'd love to teach children with learning disabilities when i'm older, or even teach english to foreign children living in poor conditions. the only good grades i got this year was for languages: french, german and i hope english although i haven't got the grade back yet.
anyway, 'joe's' decided to come home again this weekend, probably because he doesn't want me going alone to this party tomorrow night. i'm glad he's coming home though. i love seeing his face when he gets off the train. he's definitely not a romantic, but i know he's glad to see me too when he says "y'alright shithead". it's his way of being romantic. trust me.
he's got literally no money this weekend so we probably won't do much. maybe we'll go back to that cornfield if the weather's nice enough.
my sister and her fiance have broken up, meaning she's back at our house again.
great.
i can't stand being in the same room with her anymore. everything she says seems to be applauded when i know that all she's really doing is regurgitating aload of shit she's heard from other people when she's been out on the piss. it's pure shite, not a single original word comes out of her mouth, but our parents love it. fools.