Is uncritical even a word?!

So I had an interesting day today. I normally have a knack for getting away with stuff. Like texting in class, (or in my case playing bloons because no-one will text me), or talking a lot without teachers noticing it's me. Not today though. My french teacher is a bit hormonal. It is usually pretty obvious when teachers are about to rant on you. This one sat quietly in her chair for the best part of 7 minutes before exploding into tiny shards all over us while we sat there meekly trying not to look at each other because it felt like an inappropriate time for laughter...

I also had a scarf-whipping war with my friend Luke. And Brogan. Although I don't think Brogan was really an official member of this war, he just in the way of a lot of scarf-whipping. Unfortunately, my drama teacher wandered in to me on my back yelling something along the lines of "STOP WHIPPING ME." and trying to grab this constantly descending whipping scarf which Luke was whipping. As you can probably predict, he looked more than a little bemused...

It is a source of great pain to me that I study Critical Thinking. It is a source of even greater pain to me that I choose to study it. Not for any particular reason, just because apparently I think extra a-levels are fun. Critical Thinking seems very uncritical to me. It's about arguments. I have managed to win a whole load of arguments without the aid of credibility, plausibility and R.A.V.E.N, you just insist you're right until the other person can't be bothered anymore. I spent the majority of critical thinking drawing a very detailed turd on my friends hand, even including flies and smell-lines.

I then walked up to dancing (TWO HOURS IN THE SNOW :) and preceded to munch on a Wispa while reading an article about a woman who bought a baby on Facebook. (I think the stuff I read in Take a Break warrants it's own blogpost...watch this space!) I then realised I had become so absorbed in the creepy baby facebook story that I was 5 minutes late for dancing...We then did pointe at Majors at my feet died...this is how exciting my life is! :

I then got annoyed at facebook because IT IS SO FULL OF NUMBER STATUSES. You know that thing where you inbox someone a number (when did inbox become a verb?! I love english :D) and they write an anonymous status about you. Issue is, the person it's about comments on it like "aawwww love you too babes". I yearn for the day when someone is actually honest about hating someone. "77 - YOU'RE A TWAT LEAVE ME ALONE." This may cause friction but it would be funny.

God bless :)
Love, Anna