IT... again

Okay, do I really have to say how boring this 'lesson' is? I've said it before, and I'll say it again... I hate IT.

What's more, Megan, who's sat next to me, took a full IT GCSE this year, with a different exam board. Apparently, she could have used these lessons to catch up, but instead she wasted time doing this crappier, lesser GCSE, thanks to our teacher. C'mon, that deserves a slow, sarcastic clap.

Said teacher is currently sat at HIS computer, browsing some bargain outdoor-world style shop. I have to keep one eye on him - thanks to the tell-tale bar at the bottom of the screen, even on my work page you can see 'blogger' in bright white letters.

Thanks Bill Gates, thanks a whole damn lot.

Right, rant over... it feels strange that I can't see Wikkid.x's screen from here (she's opposite me, so there is a lot of beeping hardware in the way). So I can't tell you if she's blogging too. However, since I think she makes up about 30% of my reader-base, I shouldn't worry.

There, draft saved. Now, I can click off this screen at any time, and then pick up where I left off.

I lost a compass on DoE, so he had to call me over and interrogate me about it. I really don't like being called by my surname. It's like, hey, I have a first name. And I know he knows it, I was in his yr8 class. Git.

Megan's reading as I type. And now whispering to Wikkid.X, who is apparently blogging too. Well, migrating, probably, but still.

Lalalalalalalalala... I think I should change the name of this blog. I always get 'Paper Bag' by Anna Nalick stuck in my head while I'm blogging.