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Hey guys,

So today started off well- I got told that I had managed to somehow get an interview for applying to be an Ambassador next year in school. Not something I expected but something that I'm pretty grateful for as one of my friends didn't get in and she was devastated. 

Then on the way to physics, I walked past him. He was wearing a tight white t shirt and his perfect blond hair just shined (even in the horrible school lights). Ugh he just makes me so angry you know? But so ecstatic and excited at the same time. When I see him I feel like I want to burst and hit things, I have no idea why. But I have to say he needs a new shoe wardrobe. He wears these horrible green adidas' everyday to school and I don't think I can cope with seeing them anymore. That's one thing I would do as his girlfriend- buy him new shoes. 

Anyway, so after that perfect encounter I had lessons blah blah blah and break blah blah blah until finally lunch arrived. After lunch I had double History which was really fun- we did role plays and my friend was Hitler (her glued on moustache was truly realistic). Finally school finished but oh no the day wasn't over yet... Every other Tuesday I attend maths classes at Kings College because I am a "high ability student". If I'm honest I learn more in a few of those maths sessions than I do in a whole year of maths at school. We are usually taught by "barefoot Bill"; an eclectic man with a ginger beard who for some reason never seems to wear any shoes while teaching. The strange thing is we never even see him take them off as he walks into the classroom- it seems as if he doesn't own a pair of shoes. He teaches very well, despite the odd pong from his toes, and really gets you involved with the maths. There are only a few other students there with us from another school as most of them got out of those sessions as fast as they could. 

As I was leaving today's session with my friend, one of the boys who also goes to the session waited for us at the end of the street. I thought this was slightly strange as I don't even know his name. Expecting him to simply make a snarky comment and walk away I carried on walking however he said,
"You know bronies?"
At this point I was totally unaware of what "bronies" were but nodded politely and smiled anyway as that's the sort of girl I am. (I later found out that bronies are unexpected adult men who are fans of the TV series my little pony). He talked at us for a while, hoping to engage us with his attempted jokes and stories that seemed to go on forever. I tried to get out of the conversation a number of times:
"We really should go" I'd say
or "Nice to meet you." 
But he wouldn't stop. We must have been there about ten minutes discussing vegemite, Australians and the nostalgia critic before he finally left. 

Anyway, I'll post tomorrow about my very exciting life :) *sarcasm intended*

Love xxx