Attack of the Beard

The last few days have been a bit strange to tell you the truth. My maths teacher and I have a very mutual hating for each other - for the main reason that I dislike her method of teaching and she doesn't like the fact that I have spoken about this. Anywho, we were all sitting in class chatting while doing our work, and then she came up to me.

"Erm, Danielle...would you please stop disrupting Jasbir*? "

*(one of my besties who I call Jazzy)

Hang on...

1. MY NAME IS NOT DANIELLE!! - Seeing as the woman has taught me for many years I found this a tad offensive, and slightly amusing.

2. Distracting?!? He was talking to me!! Haha, this is just ludicrous.

AND

3. What's this I see? A...beard? On a middle aged lady? That I have ceased to realise before?! It's so protruding, and so...beardy. This is just soilage. I don't think I could shift my eyes away from that for a couple of minutes, no wonder she gave me a strange look. I can't get over the fact she has a full on gruff on her face! Me and Jazzy had to file a complaint about her today, her teaching is getting as bad as her beard. My twin sister said that since the growth of this beard, her teaching has taken on a new dimension, and that my dear friends, couldn't be more true.

Despite this, I then heard about the most hilarious story from one of my good friends, who in the spur of the moment managed to kick slush on someone. Very strange, but so amusing, especially when she just legged it afterwards.

I have yet to update the issue on the hot guy: I think the point I'm trying to say is, yeah ... nothing has happened. Considering my misfortunes in these matters I think single life is going to suit me fine for a while!

I think I might have to leave it there for today, the beard has thrown me a bit off topic.

Catch me later for an update!

Dominique
xxx