I haven't had a very good Easter holiday. It's hard to hop about like a happy bunny when the boy you like has started seeing someone else. And while we're on the subject, why is it always the wrong boy who ends up confessing his undying love to you? Talk about awkward.
My BFF is being weird and refusing to come on the French Exchange - when she should know that this is exactly when I need her the most. Mrs RamsBOTTOM is trying to sabotage my plans to be prefect, my arch nemesis Icky is still intent on ruining my life and I'm pretty sure exams should be outlawed. I'm going to have to work pretty hard if I want to spend several hours a day lounging about, eating biscuits. . .