I'm getting sick of being on the laptop to much. Now that some of my friends aren't online recently I've realised that I only go on for them and I'm bored out of my fricken MIND when they're not online. Hence I'm going to FORCE myself to not come on the internet as much, the actual laptop itself if a different matter and i'm mainly on weekdays, I'm gonna try for on an hour being online on the evenings on weekdays. I'm sick of everyone saying i'm addicted because I am, if there's no point to even be online i'll make an argument with my parents till I can get my arse online. I'm getting completely sick of it for the last few days of me being there on a programe bored out of my mind thinking "I can be doin' somet' else 'ere".
Not like this is exactly going to work. I know it.
However it won't hurt trying.

Bleh, I can't go back to bed now...I'll have to get my breakfast ande everything *looks in mirror* I knew I shouldn't of gone to bed with half damp her...ah well.

Got some doodles to upload first...Maybe in a few hours i'll see what Nicolala's up too: I have to wait for her to wake up first, I don't want to wake up the whole McNeil household..

So what has been up? Well like I mentioned yesterday I slaved away all week at my Sats going in this order:
Monday: Bank holiday...
Tuesday: Morning- Mental Maths and Maths A, Afternoon- Maths B
Wednesday: Morning- Short and Long writing paper (English)
Thursday: Morning- English Reading paper, Afternoon- "Mucha a do about (fucking) nothing" Paper.
Friday: Morning- Science Paper A, Afternoon- Science paper B

....Insert Brain blow up pack here....

So yeah, Fun fun fun. Ahem. I havn't even drawn a decent picture in about 2 weeks, All i've done is just doodles, which isn't that bad considering I like doodles. But we'd be here 10 years If i posted them all on now. And quite frankly; I havn't got the time.

D8 My Adam wasn't at school yesterday, Which sucked. So I had to Punch Emma's Boyfriend's (Henry: A.K.A Emma mark 2) Arm for about 5 minutes to take out my anger on something, I doubt he could hold a pencil with that side anymore. We've been having little cock ups at the moment (XD Actually It's mainly me being me, I do wuv my Addy) considering he's just pissed off at existance (no he's not Emo XD anything but) and I'm pissed off that he has "The memory of a burnt turkey" and keeps forgetting to call so we can meet up outside of school. Though suprisingly enough he hasn't yelled at me yet- wow. XD He's my little Ariyan Midget (okay he's a bit younger then me that might explain it- he'll grow) with his Blonde hair and Blue eyes and you can hear him when he's coming from the other part of the school ground either because he's being chased by his other mates or he's just being plain Adam, The amount of times I've had to kiss him to shut him up or put my hand over his mouth to keep him outta trouble with my year bying talking to loudly and insanely I've lost count of.

Oh that reminds me. A few days ago I was merrily on the floor next to the Bench with Adam on the bench and Me messing about with his arm when I heard this, "Beth! I'm learning D8;" from Adam, Thinking WTF!? I looked over to where he was looking, Nicola and Emma, oh dear lord. "8D And then you put the Penis in the Vagina " From Nicola.
"O___O Nicola what the HELL are you doing,"
"8D well Emma started it,"
I cover Adam's ears, "He's too young to hear dis stuff so soon DX"
"Actually I've like..already learnt it in year 7"
"Shut up Adam, your ears are supposed to be covered,"
"Okay,"
So Yeah, Moral of the story. When your best friends are discussing a biology lesson about reproduction at Dinner time outside, do NOT have you boyfriend around.

"Polokus Thank you. The SATs are OVER!" Nicola, Emma and I praised as we were walking home yesterday. "I'm so happy"
"YAY"
"So Do you want to come over and we'll celebrate?" I asked excitedly,
"Paper-round,"
"oiublfbglfbg" (i forgot what Emma said)
"well that fricken killed the celebrations"

Man this journal Is longer then intended. ah well. It was fun.

Later.
Bethany: Wannabe Magician.