Well well, I don't really know where to begin. In my last blog post 3 months ago that is, I decided that I would no longer make blog posts of the fear people at my school might read my fairly unpopular, semi-lame, semi-weird blog I run. So being me, I decided to put everything on private and never say a word on here again. And instead, decided to express myself through short vague weird text posts on my oh so favourite website: TUMBLR.
But I miss the real kind of blogging and I'm back and I enjoy blogging and...and...and...well I hope you still love me because I certainly have a lot to share.
Ok so firstly, I know you've been LONGING to hear, yes yes, I have finished my exams....how wonderfully marvy, it has been so hectic, many stressful nights and carbs taking a toll on my skin...but nonetheless, GCSES can kiss my arse because....never again do I have to prepare myself mentally and assure myself that I may possibly still find a husband if I fail this exam, it is not the end of the world. Never again do I have to see the words: GCSE EXAM as I walk through the examination centre room. Nay, all I have left is too long bloody years of sixth form in dismal England.......cry for me.....Are you crying for me?
I had my prom, wow, Prom is the most overrated piece of crap I have ever endured. Lord knows. But..I did have fun (lots), and the food was life changing, Oh yes, they had ravioli and lemon mirangue tarts - and ain't nobody like that crap more than I do!!! NOBODY. So yes, I had a fun time at the buffet. My dress? Yes yes, a wonderful black cut out short dress with silver embroidery, classy classy rest assured, sexy sexy (not at all). But, it was a lot of photos. It was basically photos. And chatting. No dancing. Not that my extremely uncomfortable heels could really support my feet as I stomped around, bum jiggled, boobs jiggling, tum juggling - everything jiggling including my ankle cartilage before it snaps off and I collapse to the floor with screams and tears, poor poor Hannah they would say, as the paramedics rush to me and try to save what is left off my 400dhs Steve Madden heels.
Um, it is summer, and also I have a surgery tomorrow, apparently I have chronic ulsers so, this is going to be a fun week, isn't it? Plans for summer, England possibly Paris POSSIBLY...but I am going to really enjoy 'my' city before I literally jet off to England.
I have absolutely no idea what I am doing with any aspect of my life, feeling very lost 98% of the time, but at least I have wi-fi.
Good night
Hannah
