First day of mock exams today. Biology which I had first was ridiculously easy. Made me feel a right fool for lieing awake last night going over tests for different food groups. It was all about bloody cells, which we have been doing since year 7, so hopefully, I got full marks (or abouts) for that ;). That said, some of the girls mentioned that, even though it said 'Higher Level' on the outside, it was actually a Lower Tier paper, which is worrying as now we have no preparation for the real things. :S. Stupid Miss Davies...

Had History second. Again, fine, but it was one of those papers with loads of long answers needed, so you end up writing to the last second. I was on the conclusion of the last question when they told us to put our pens down. Now my paper ends with the line 'But what about black people?' *face smack* Bethan Murphy is in the same boat though. She was writing 'It was nice to say that...' when the whistle was blown so to speak.

Choir after school, managed to leave early as I have 'revision' to do. Mrs Lewis was, as always, pissed off that anyone dare leave, even if it is to go and revise for an exam. No wonder so many people quit choir soon after joining, I don't blame them. It sucks your freetime (even your Saturdays sometimes!) and she's a dragon when she wants to be.

Got my school photos back today and all. I look so fucking awful. :(. I don't know what to believe really. When I take pictures with my own camera, I often get really nice ones. Ones that people actually seem to really like. I think I look alright in those. Then, in my school pictures, they are always laughable. So much so, that I actually think 'I don't actually look like that do I?'. I look fucking HUGE, I have a chubby face, bonked up teeth and horrific eyebrows. In this most recent one, I also have my hair up to hide the purple from the teachers, so I look even worse. It might have something to do with me being able to wear nice clothes (e.g clothes that fit me, instead of my school uniform which is too big and bags to make me look bigger), wear my usual medium makeup (fake eyelashes, black eyeliner, concealer, foundation...that sort of thing) and I can have my hair down, volumised and let my purple run free! I'm making a promise to myself that, come next photo day, I'm going to look nice. No illegal colours so I can wear my down, I'll have makeup on, my contact lenses in and, because by then I will be in sixth form uniform, actually show my shape off. Not in a slaggy way. You know what I mean.
When I was over Anna's last, whille I was meant to be re-reading my French, we were looking at Trinny And Susanna's Body Bible (yes, we are that desperate for an escape from revision). I have managed to pin point the shape of my mother and Jess down (mum is a Goblet, Jess is a Cello) and I think that Anna maybe be a Cornet, yet I simply don't know what I am. I was thinking either Hourglass or Vase because I do have a nipped in waist (when I haven't been snorting Ben and Jerry's like a calorie junkie), a fair amount of thigh and quite broad shoulders. But at the same time, I don't have big boobs (infact I want bigger) which is seems to be a staple thing in both those shapes. Maybe I'm no shape? Maybe my shape is just so god awful Trinny and her dear friend Susanna were like 'Oh no! Let's not give a name to this, it would only make the poor loves trapped in a cage that shape feel mocked!'
 

...you :) My mum asked me yesterday what I wanted. She was going to get me a silver trumpet, but to be honest, the only reason I play the trumpet is for the social benefits. If it wasn't for orchestra, I think I would have given up by now. So instead, I'm getting money...again. Not that I'm complaining :). One thing I am asking for though is, as I so elequiently put it this morning, 'condoms for African kids'. You get it from Oxfam and you get a fridge magnet to remind you of how sodding brilliant you are everytime you go to get the milk. I asked for a goat for the African dudes last Xmas. I didn't even notice the £25 gone from my Xmas money, and it did make me feel good. Spreading the Christmas joy and all that. Sorry, that sounds like an advert :P. But seriously...think about it :P.