Rob a Bank, Anyone?

This was taken yesterday. (Thanks to Bekka for it!) Jenni was really hungry at lunch but she couldn't be arsed to go get anything, so she stole this red pepper from Georgia (who was going to use it to make spanish omelette, btw!) and started eating it. (I had a bit. I like it raw, shut up). Anyway, eventually we ended up dressing it up in Marni's ipod hoody.. and then smashing it all over the table with a book. Mundane, but entertaining. Oh, the life of a sixth former with not a lot to do.

Today was fairly rubbish on the productivity scale, apart from the below list. I didn't achieve anything I planned to except perfecting Ignorance on my drumkit. I need to sort this ICT work! There's such a lot to do. Stressful. I do like it, but the first couple of tasks were so mind-numbingly boring that it's sapped me off all motivation. I stare blankly at my laptop screen, my brain feeling like lead. It's not good.

However, we (as in, Block One Massive, as most people so affectionately call it) had a discussion about France and money and how on earth we're going to afford it. I came up with a scheme in my planner to start earning/saving money. I realised at the way I'm going I'm going to have like, zero spending money. And there's Christmas to worry about, too.

• Set up an ebay account, and sell stuff!
• Start advertising on blog. (Sorry guys. It won't be much space. Everytime you click I get money?)
• Start putting £10 of my weekly earnings aside.
• Get savings off Grandma.
• Less sandwich shop trips.
• Stop looking at the topman website. Just stop. Stop buying clothes. (C/O Helen!)
• Sort out my EMA. (£10 a week is £10 a week, right? It adds up).
• £100 EMA Christmas bonus. Keep it.
• Put aside some Christmas money.
• Take on some extra hours at work, when I can.
• Cut down on nights out! They're expensive and I only get a headache the next day.
• Top up mobile phone less. Twitter is not essential at school.

I did my maths (however bad I am at it) and estimated where all of this would get me. Hopefully I'm covered for paying for the trip and spending money :) Good times. Now for the discipline to actually carry this all out.
 
On my way home from school I walked past a woman who was taking her small children home. I recognised the uniform (Richardson Dees Primary, oh yes). I was just walking quietly along when I heard her say "aye well you're thick as pig shite aren't you, you stupid little cunt," at her frankly adorable little boy. He had blonde hair and huge, chocolate brown eyes, and one of those little mischevious grins. I was struck by how cute he was, but obviously more by how his mother spoke to him; he couldn't have been more than four. How much self belief is he going to have in later life? How much self-worth? He'll be swearing like a trooper no problem soon, if he doesn't already. I know I don't know these people and I doubt I ever will.. but really? It kind of scares me. He'll have to grow up someday. With that sort of childhood probably not to be a nice person, either. It's saddening. I'd like to think the people that'll be in my shoes in ten, fifteen years time are going to be respectful, honest, broad-minded kids, that want to change the world, even a little bit. I know I do.

Then again, the world is never going to be perfect, either.

Wow, went all philosophical on you guys there! Have an epic Paramore image:

Go Jerm! (Yes, Jerm. HAYLUD AND JERM). I love that shirt.

Signing off. xo.