20th Jan - History trip... fun :S

20th Jan - History trip... NOT fun :(

After waking up at 5 in morning after like 3 hours of sleep, which was a stupid move on my part, I had to go on my coursework field trip. With no one that I knew and could for certain call them a 'friend'. Anyway on the coach was sat like right behind the teachers which was surprisingly okay, and next to two people who I get on with-ish, in small doses at least. But having to talk to them for three hours in a tin can was not my idea of fun. And then I tried to read my book and they carried on whinging, so I put my iPod on to drown them out, but they got LOUDER! Ugh why couldn't they see that I was giving definite fuck-off signals and just shut up?! It was rather obvious I thought...
Then the coach died. So THAT was fun. And whiey 1 and whiney 2 continued whining constantly. Yay. I give up with people. They aren't worth the trouble half the time and then when they are we always somehow find fault in them. So bleh. Yeurgh. And errlack :(
When we got there we had to go and do some crappy sheet on "the Blitz Experience"... depressing... but I copied Rob so it was all good. In fact spent most of the day with Rob, who I now class as my best History friend in the world :L It was so funny, he thought he saw me and so started talking to me about something, turned out it was some girl from another school tehe. Isn't that funny now I describe it but we were in fits lol. Then, it was REALLY bad, we had to go through this section called "the Blitz through the eyes of children" or something like that... and being the emotionally retarded fuckup that I am, just knew I would cry whilst in there. Three guesses what happened. Yeah whilst the rest of the class were pissing around and being disrespectful little shits, I read all the poems, all the letters, all the statements. Was SO sad. There was this one poem thing about a mother grieving as her child was blown up in front of her eyes... I mean you don't have a heart if that doesn't jerk a few tears. Then there was more about how many people died... and there was this statue next to it to resemble how many died, and two guys from my school were hitting it and like "Oh it's made of plastic lol lol stupid fucks". I blew up. I don't think I've ever been so angry in my life, I swear I would've hit them if I wasn't getting weird looks off people. UGH! How can anyone be that fucking disrespectful?! It's surprising just how many don't care... all I can say is that, no I won't cause I hate that word. Anyway, was just walking round that section on my own, welling up with tears every few seconds and shaking with emotion. Properly shaking! It felt weird and was not in any way pleasant. Mr Eastwood came up to me when I was pretty much at my worst - there was a child's teddy bear, which doesn't sound too bad but it was - and was like "You okay kiddo?". I responded with blubs and sobs... was kinda embarrassing. I noticed he stayed clear of me after that, woops :S Oh well :S One cannot blame ones self when one is in state of utter misery.
Then I ended up leaning on Smiffy in my state of depression just cause he was there and I was falling asleep anyway.Then one of the disrespectful pricks was like "Ooooh get in there Smiffy!" At which I blew up at him AGAIN! THEN Smiffy like followed me around all day... was like "Can I help you...?" Scary.
So lets review today: I woke up far too early, got onto a cold bus with the two most annoying people in the world - no, that's a bit of a stretch... they're okay really, just a little irritating on coaches apparantly, copied Rob and had a bit of a laugh at his stupidity, didn't have lunch - I thought we'd be able to buy some! I WANTED JUNK!! - so was in a crappy mood, snacked on haribo supermix, cried, cried on my teacher, shouted at some 'boys', was followed by some guy, lost my excercise book that had all my crap in it... not good :S, got back on crappy coach, got home, missed Obama's speech (NOOOOOOOOOO!! I was really looking forward to that all day :S) cause I fell asleep, woke up and ate food which was SO good, watched 24 for the pure fact that I feel that if I watch it long enough Jack Bauer might become a REAL person! YAY!! I know it won't happen but plergh. And here we are... me ranting about my shitty day and you slowly edging away from your monitor because you're scared I'll come to your house and cry all over you then shout at you for either being disrespectful or irritating :D Maybe not but whatever... Urgh.
Sorry if I ruined your day full of niceties.
Laterss xx