Dragging on the Mondays.

So, today is the 23rd, which means there's 11 days until Eva comes over, I'm scared. I hope she likes me.

We had our drama performance today, but today was really really slow.

I'm skyping Helena as I type this since the awkward I-want-to-talk-to-you-but-what-the-fuck-to-talk-to-you-about feeling is back, oh and her mumma just came in.

So today, woke up, my foot was killing me and turned out that I had a blister on my foot. I didn't want to go to school so I pulled the covers over my head and slept in some more.  Until Jason, my step-dad came in and started yelling at me to get up, which after about the fifth or sixth time I got up and went into the shower. Then as I usually do, I sit on my bed, huddled up under my blanket with my towel wrapped around me.

It's been getting down to about the minuses and I freeze my ass off every time.. but I get to school in my uniform, which is a shirt and shorts, lets not get into details with what I wear on a daily basis. I got told I was stupid to be wearing only that to school. Since non-school jumpers are banned at school, I couldn't wear one, even if I wanted to. -.-''

Anyway, I'm tired so lets wrap this up quickly.

Maths.
English.
Lunch.
Science. (Prac)
Drama.
Lunch.
German. (Had a relief teacher that I knew, Clint Chapman that goes to my Church group.)

Had a performance tonight, did my performance, had to ask for a prompt once. Did the lighting and stuff.
Hurt my toe.

That's the highlights of my day.

Willow, signing out.