snake days and bus seats

Okay.

Today was the best and worst snake day ever.

Let's go through in chronological order.

* Snakes come on bus unharmed. Nice work, Catty :)
* School is good - essay moved back a week, given three more essays, but it is OKAY, because we can all deal with that
* House choirs band meeting and I get to play the xylophone - Brilliant :)
* Finish the day with Chemistry - so that's alright, just revising for the test.
* Go to the bus. Everything is fine, if not a little bit cold. And wet. Anyway, everything is fine. We get on the bus. (this is where things start to go wrong). The YEAR SEVENS TAKE OUR BUS SEATS. *grumble grumble poke*
* Walk home and get mad at them lots out loud
* Get home, practice solo dance, which is getting crapper by the day
* Decide we won't do anything between now and going to Garbos, so just catch the bus
* Still feel as if Snake Day has been completely violated by two year sevens.
* Catty buys and eats two pasties. *gasp*
* I eat a muffin *yum*
* We go to our movie. All alone and funness. Get to talk loudly
* People come into our movie. *gasp again*
* Watch movie. Classic lines such as: 'You don't deserve to have a penis!'
* Get picked up and go home - reliving the experience of the bus
* Catty leaves *waves goodbye*
* Get best dinner in the entire universe *all thanks to pop*

Now have homework to do. Let's hope the bad stars never happen again.

Signing off!