I do apolgise for the typing error made in the last entry, I understand it must have been terribly fastidious for you (you being certain people who we shall alias Toast).

Well, it has definately been cold over here-I was determined to be tough today and haven't worn a jumper since the Halifax corner walking to school. They've shut down but I still call it that. I AM ROLEPLAYING AGAIN! Sort of. I don't think I've ever written an application that long. Am also making graphics in a battle, which is challeging as the time and restrictions (what IS my favourite TV show?!) mean that I am sure to FAIL ABYSMALLY.

After school is very boring all of a sudden. I'm up-to-date with my homework, I reasearch around the subjects and then i a left twiddling my thumbs for the best part of an hour until my mother arrives home, tired and desperately needing a cup of tea with a list of things I need to do. I suspect it shall pick up soon, I seem to have re-acquainted myself with a few people this week so far-Zoe, Helen and OF COURSE, THE LEGENDARY MARKWICK. Haha. My dramam class is practically a clique.

So TOAST. You know, it is MOST disconceting to hear my form tutor mentioning her upon discovering that I knew her-the face I pulled when I chanced upon her art book on the desk in front of me was a dead giveaway. My form tutor think that... Toast is rather sweet. I nearly choked on my sandwich there. Luckily she didn't notice or I would have had it confiscated. I was semi-tempted to tell dear Toast this, but thankfully my conscience contraindicated it. Indeed, she may have hit me. Or something. Very crumbly temper, has Toast.

So, I bid you farewell as I complete this David Tennant signature,
and ask you to watch out for Toast and never mention me as something nearby may break! I can already see her face turning an interesting shade of puce as she reads this ;]
TeeHee.
Yours,
Moony

p.s. I get FAR too attatched to people for my own health and safety. I was upset when CONNIE FROM SPOOKS DIED, the traitorous woman.