That Boy With The Beanie

So... School?

It’s not like I am the type of person who hates school, it’s just I hate the content of school. The fake, drama queens, the show-off guys and the ridiculous amount of homework I get on a daily basis. It’s crazy. I hate around 98.5% of the people in my school. It would take too long to tell you all about the people I hate, so let’s start with the 1.5% I DO actually like.

So, in that 1.5% there is:

Tammy, my BFF of 7 years. We met when I left my old primary school of St Camerons to Tammy’s school, Edge Cliff Junior and Infants school. I was in her class and, on the first day, accidentally spilt grape juice on her school jumper, and since then we have been inseparable. We have our occasionally ups and downs, but all in all, we are best mates.

Alex, a guy who is also my next-door neighbour. I moved in 7 years ago, and ever since have thrown his footballs back to him from my garden, let him ‘borrow’ my homework and walked home after school with him.

Joe, a fellow ‘socially awkward nerd’ who also goes to the same library as me. He also is a video game addict, and once played ‘World of Warcraft’ for 27 hours straight. I didn’t see him for like 1 week after that, and my guess is that he was hibernating.

Then there’s Luke. Luke is, how do I put this, um, a how-do-I-say –this? A ‘crush’. He migrated here from Australia last year. His accent is one that could stop dogs barking, make people smile and make him sound like an angel. He has blonde hair and is often spotted wearing a beanie. His eyes are the ocean blue colour that makes his face light up like a candle every time he smiles. His smile is like a lightning bolt hit his face, it’s electric. He isn’t a to-put-it-in-now-a-days-term a ‘badass’. However, his lips’ piercing disapproves this theory. I could talk about Luke literally ALL DAY. However, I don’t think my Social Studies teacher will give me an A+ for ‘the blog of a kind-of stalker’.

So that’s the story of people I actually like. It may be a short list, but ‘short and sweet’ as they say. I guess I should add the date too because otherwise, you will never understand which days I stay in my PJs all days and which days I stay up all night, tweeting bands and band-members. We wouldn’t want that.

So you probably guessed I am not the type of person to stay out until 11pm partying or the type of person who likes ‘interacting’ with people I either; a.) Do not like or b.) Do not know well or at all. This may explain the challenge I face every time I almost faint asking the guy who works at McDonalds for extra tomato sauce. I bet you are thinking ‘what a cool person who I bet has loads of friends, is extremely popular and has nice clothes’. Ha ha ha, no.

So I guess this is my introduction to my ‘blog’, so welcome, grab a packet of Haribos and enjoy.