school finished for christmas last friday, and we had a non uniform day. there was in fact no point of us going to school that day at all, as we didn’t do anything except eat and watch people humiliate themselves. obviously most people failed to dress for the weather, which was freezing. Oh, except some of the year above, who were trying to outdo eachother by being the most daring and creative on the ‘winter accessories’ front (furry hats). I passed chewbacca on the way to the locker room.
our living room is looking ludicrously christmassy. my mum seems to have got carried away and put christmas lights on our ugly leafy plant, and decorating our stair bannister with a complex tinsel and baubel structure. I for one have spent many stressful nights arranging our early arrived presents under the pathetic 2ft tree: achieving the right balance between big and small, wrapping colour, and recipient of present. It’s tough.
Luckily everyone seems to have recovered from the tragic advent calender realisation - we tried to buy a calender so late that there were no average ones left and we ended up with a picture one (it, er, glows in the light) and some sort of advent ‘crackers’ shit. My attempt at creating a revolutionary calender out of an egg box failed. I’m going to watch dollshouse now.