So, I want to get into a good Uni. A great one even. So they look for something besides a string of A's. Volunteer work perhaps?! So volunteer work it is! And where better than the Retirement Home right across from school? Where better indeed. If you haven't hand fed an old lady sandwiches before.. don't! Its vile! They dribble and stuff.. and then there's Rose who just sits there and demands Weetabix. Good luck Rose. Plus one lady gave me and companion a lecture on how you shouldn't be a Jehovah's Witness. Old people are so opinionated! But I finally got away, cause the whole time all I really wanted was to get my homework done (Loser!) and get in the bath with a book. (Loser again!) I can't wait for my first swapped book to arrive... It's gonna be great! Anyhoo.. onto matters more serious...
For the sexond day in a row now its stew for tea. I dont mind. I like stew. I could even stretch to say I love it. But I know at the moment that it's what I'm having tomorrow aswell, and that thought is just upsetting me. Stupid dad and his stupid "I'll make a big fat ass pot of the stuff and then we can live off it forever". It just doesn't work like that. I dont even care that tomorrow we're having it with garlic mash - and i LOVE garlic mash. It's not fair. What happened to a varied diet for heavens sake?!?! Anyway.. I'm going to munch my way through this slush and see if I turn into stew: testing out Gillian's "You are what you eat" theory you see...!
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