I keep crying today. It's acceptable. There's a lot of shit been going down in the past day or so. This blog is so awful. Oh well. I got my prom shoes on Friday (my last day of school ever sort of) and they are B E A U T I F U L. These bad boys are my dream shoes. Yes, I have dream shoes. Don't be judging me. I have my GCSE's right now. I didn't finish my English exam which I'm really pissed off about. I came straight home after the exam because I hate when people ask me about exams I've just taken. I detest that to the highest level, and I can't bare people happily telling the world they think their exam went great. I mean, that's lovely for them, but how about us all who didn't do so swimmingly? It's not so sweet to hear everybody going on about how they aced an exam. Anyway, on the way home I got on this bus and this horrible bus conductor starts being all rude to me.
'Why did you do that! You can see I'm doing something!' she rolled her eyes at me after I bleeped in my oyster card. I roll my eyes at the other passengers on the bus: I'd rounded a corner to get on the bus, my music was in, I couldn't SEE she was doing anything, her fat arse was blocking any available view. I say I couldn't, actually, and apologised.
So I wait patiently and bleep in again after she's walked away. It does that bleep-bleep thing and goes red (it does this when you're card is broken.) 'You've already done it haven't you!' she shouts at me. I walk over to the pole, peeved. 'You could see I was doing something!' she shouts at me again. 'No I couldn't, actually' I say, and she gets right up in my face (?) and tells me that I can get off the bus if I do anything else. I say I'd happily get off the bus right now and she commands the bus driver to open the doors. Once off the wretched thing, the driver shrugs at me, and I shake my head as the bus departs. I'm seriously so sick and tired of people being rude for no good reason. It's disgusting and it makes me feel so depressed. That's not the only reason that today's been emotional. I'm not going to go any further in it, only one person reads my blog anyway, haha. One brilliant person, none the less. David Bowie cheered me up. I want his face on my wall. I've been trying to search through magazines in search of interesting stuff for my wall, but I've found about nothing. Plenty of gorgeous models, but none of bands I like or anything. Maybe I should start buying more magazines. But those things are expensive and pointless. Sorry, this post has been dismal.
Song of the day to cheer y'all up: Summer Camp- Veronica Sawyer. This is fast becoming one of my favourite ever songs.
