Yes, that's right folks, the Andy space is back.  It has been dead for over a year, but i got my defibrilator out, and it is here once more.  You mostly have Lucy to thank for this, it is her fault 'cause she didn't blog, and i winged, and she said "Go make your own."  So I did.  So there Lucy.  *Sticks toungue out*

 

Wow, bank holiday people.  Don'cha love em?  A whole extra day of no-school-ness.  I worked out earlier, that I only have one lesson of P.E left, ever.  This made me smile.  Yeh, 9 days left, (unofficially), and everyone's getting exiting.  All the leaving books are out and about, where you grab people you sat by in German once in year 7, get them to write a touching message of their love for you. Heh.  Lou currently has my meaterific/exectutive book, and is writing her life into it.  I'm going to get stuck into Kelly's tommorrow, and write every word I can think of.  Even....epitath.

 

 

Today, I have revised.  Lots.  After my run-in with Miss. G t'other day, I felt the need to learn Maths so she can't winge.  So yeh, I am now the God of Trig and Pythag.  Stick that one, GlassyBabe.  I also read about the last 100 years in my luffley new History revision book, and scribbled notes in it.  Mum won't be too happy, but heh, it'll help me.

 

Well, now I must leave you luffley people.  More soon. 

 

Andy

 

x

 

P.S:  Why don'cha go down da yooof cen'a no more, blud???

 

P.P.S: Je suis desole.  Losiento.  Ich bin drovic.   Sonos be achente.  Bardonomme.