Sorrysorrysorrysorry

No offence, but I don't really find telling my private business to a computer so everyone can see that interesting, really. It just wastes my time. If there was a machine, like an automatic Twitterer that could just follow me all day, then there'd be alot more posts probably. I just forced myself to do this so my Dad wouldn't be on my case. Hence the 'Sorrysorrysorrysorry' bit.

I have to go back to school tomorrow. I don't like getting up at stupid o'clock to spend 7 hours in uncomfortable clothes trying to understand thigns, the majority of which, I am not the least bit interested in. Take science, for example: Why would I ever rightly want to spend my time learning the difference between sedimentary and igneous rock. I'm not a geologer, and I don't ever plan on even beginning to be one, so there's about 3 hours of my week completely wasted. Next: I. HATE. MATHS. If my maths teacher/form tutor saw that, it'd probably break his heart. I'm good at maths, but I don't like it. Whenever I tell people this, they always go, 'Oh, but it can't be that bad if you're doing so well.' Just because I'm good at something doesn't mean I like it. It's not because the maths work is too easy. IT's because it's too damn hard!! I'm challenged enough when I try and help the set four people with their homework, let alone trying to understand my own, and I'm above them. Heaven knows how I manage to do so well. I must be the queen of lucky guesses.
Even English is getting boring at the moment. I like English, but, along with many other people, I don't like doing grammar. Sure, you need it to write stuff, but doing work on apostrophes for 3 weeks really does take it out of you - especially when, since English is part of the core curriculum, I have to take it more often than some of the other, more entertaining subjects, like PE. Or other not-so-fun ones, like Games. Netball is really fun, but being forced into playing it in the freezing cold by a prejudiced coach who gives the other team a penalty because mine's been playing properly, is really annoying. And so is hockey. I have to use 'men's' hockey sticks. What kind of men play hockey, I don't know, because these hockey sticks are meant to come up to the waist, but the men's ones reach my hips - just about.

Anyway, enough ranting. I went shopping the other day, because it was my nana's 62nd. I'm not going to moan, but I don't find the usual kind of shopping sprees fun. As in, going into the town centre and spending ages inside a furniture shop (You furniture and home decoration shops know who you are: naming no names, but *cough* HABITAT) where I can't actually buy anything, because I don't need to have a magnificently unique plain white round ceramic plate in my house. The thought of a shop like that makes me want to bang my head on my desk.
Luckily, we got to go in Waterstone's. The shop assistant probably thought there was something wrong with me - I mean, how many smiling-faced young girls go into a bookshop and buy 3 books on vampires? Not the Twilight saga, I've already read them about 5 times. I bought The Twilight Companion, which is basically a guide to vampires and werewolves, written by a fan of the Twilight saga. I also bought the second two books in a trilogy on vampires, the first of which, I bought in Gatwick airport on the way back form Cuba while I was waiting for a very delayed connection flight to Manchester. The first book is called Marked, the second is Betrayed and the third one, which I'm currently reading is Chosen. The series is, obviously, about vampires (or vampyres, as they're known in the book.). Vampyres aren't made by a human being bitten, though; it's a physical Change brought on by puberty. The first sign of this is becoming Marked - the tattoo of a crescent moon on your forehead. When this happens, the marked person has to go and live in a vampyre school, or House of Night, and finish four years of this Change. Sometimes, it goes wrong, and you die. Painfully. The series is about a girl from Oklahoma, called Zoey Redbird. She gets marked, has to move into the House of Night, and begins to follow the sort-of religion that vampyres follow, of worshipping Nyx, the Greek goddess of night. Zoey gets magic powers and finds out that she is going to be the new High Priestess in training, and obviously, some adventure ensues. It's a good series, and, since it was written by a mother and daughter (P.C. Cast and Kristen Cast) it sounds like the point of view of a real teenage girl, although the way some of the characters talk to eachother is quite corny. Kind of nineties style. But other than that, it's a good book.