Fashion Show.

I apologize, as per usual, for missing a post for a day. I was in a kind of "Why bother?" mood. I now very much regret that. It was an uneventful day though, as, I suppose, was today. The highlight of the day was that I punched a door (a fairly feeble one, however) which broke in FOUR places. This was at school.

It had been replaced an hour later.

I didn't really have any reasons for doing it. I vaguely recall someone asking me how hard I can punch. It turns out rather hard.

Oh, there was also a fashion show at my school today. It was a time-walk from the 60's to the 90's.

It honestly was the worst thing I had ever seen. There were year 10's prancing about before every decade section doing a dance that was supposedly from that time, but they all looked the same. The year eights painted themselves orange with fake tan and waddled up the "catwalk" (some white tape on the floor) and pouted at the end. They usually had given up about halfway down because everyone was looking at them blankly, not applauding at all. One of my mates (let's call him "Dootson") dressed up like one of them "well cool" people out of the band "Kiss" and danced around with a guitar. I was sat right next to the judges table so I was limited in the amountof abuse I could throw at them, but the judges did all seem just as disgusted I was. The only thing I could take solice in was the fact that after the show I found some kiddies on their own and could point at them with some mates, and all agree that that individual was worst. S'all good on the morale.

And that was that. I'm off now, though. Toodles.