TK's Blog

Warning. Massive amounts of moaning follow.

Ok, so the politics exam went well enough I think.

The journey back left me wanting to kill myself.
Imagine it:

Left school with friends (MMG, Gabs, etc), only to realise that they all have bags and I don't, though I brought one.
Doubled back to get bag
Realised, once I'd arrived, that I'd brought my small bag, which was in fact, in my pocket.

Grr.

Walked the 20 minutes to the station.
Waited 90 minutes for the bus which is supposed to be every 25 minutes.
Got off of first bus, after a 40 minute journey to see the second bus I need pulling off in front.
Waited 10 minutes for next bus, which passes me by even though I have my hand out.
Waited a few more minutes until yet another comes past, this time 'Not In Service,'
Gritted my teeth and started walking.
After about 20 minutes I got a stitch and had to lean against a wall. Naturally all my money fell out of my pocket at this exact moment, and I spent a while picking it up
Then, on my shortcut through a supermarket I got accosted by my old playgroup teacher who wanted to show me pictures of her new grandson.

Just under 10 minutes later I walk past, muttering to myself about broody grandparents. Of course there'd have to be someone there to see me muttering to myself. And of course it had to be someone from school.

Got home after over 8 long miles and over 2 1/2 long hours to find I'd forgotten my keys, and had to ring the neighbours, who have a spare.

When I plugged my Ipod in it started playing Good Day.

Pass the arsenic please.