My day

It started really bad. Like REALLY bad. I actually haven't had a proper bad day since grade 9, and I haven't had to duck into a nearby bathroom just to calm down since year 6. So yeah, it was bad.
It started by the fact that I was very nearly late. By which I mean if my guitar lesson had been at a time that wasn't 8:30, I would have been late because of the fact that I have to go up to the music studios, put my guitar in the room and then go to class, which takes about ten minutes, but I had time, what with going straight to the lesson. But that meant missing out on the first half of Art, and I love Art, it's nice and relaxing. And now I realise that I should be learning my script for drama, bollocks. Anyway, my english teacher appeared. She's always making jokes about me appearing and playing Stairway to Heaven. This cheered me up mildly, because in amongst her usual jokes, she started humming a tune, that SO wasn't Stairway. In fact, it was SO glaringly Sunshine Of Your Love.
But anyway, the reason I was nearly late was the fact that my mum or her girlfriend, not sure which, but probably the latter, had been tidying. Now, this is fine, but she's somehow not learned a very important fact about me. DON'T TOUCH MY STUFF. It sounds juvenile, I know, but my room is a complete mess for a reason, I KNOW WHERE EVERYTHING IS. As soon as you start organising things, that's when I lose them. It's like the way I never lose my stationary, I just lend it to people who do. Anyway, it took me longer than usual to find two textbooks (which I never ended up using anyway) that were, you guessed it, tidied away in a sensible place, the drawer. Stuff doesn't go in that drawer, because if it does, it gets lost forever.
So, at the lesson, Breen and Jermia (the other two in my group) cheered me up no end, and I even got some advice (thanks Breen). After the lesson I went on a tangent, because Breen is one of few people who don't immediately tune out when it looks like I'm about to launch into one of my infrequent but fun rants. I ranted about the usual things, family, friends, subjects, guitar ensemble, loss of sleep, stupids. Then I got to art and did my usual calm-down, ie. get out the oil pastels/coloured pencils (today it was the pastels) and draw some soothing, blue patterns on a piece of paper (this could be anything from curvy lines to repetedly writing "I like traffic lights" and believe me, there is a story behind the traffic lights) then hacking it to shreds with the scissors. Unfortuneately this did little to ease the tension that was probably turning into cancer. Maths did little to intellectually stimulate me, as usual.
Then it got suddenly less dreary. The day was turned around, it actually got good. There really is something that cheers me up as much as acting does. That is my weekly singing lesson. I got to miss out on the first part of Chemistry for it, so I completely got away with not doing my homework and got back in time for some really important information about the EEI due at the end of term. Of course the singing lesson was fun, they always are. This week I was working on I'm Not That Girl from Wicked, which is a really lovely song. And I learned a new technique that will "sandpaper out the awkward transition from chest voice to head voice" as the teacher puts it. It sounds ridiculous, but using it I can even get into whistle regester, which is generally accepted as COMPLETELY BLOODY IMPOSSIBLE.
Anyway, the tutorial lesson today was Art, so that was fun, I just did a slew of random oil pastel drawings, some of which I'm very proud of.
English was actually okay today, largely due to the fact that on my last piece of assessment I got an A-, a feat I've not achieved in English since year 7.

So I'm actually in a really good mood right now, since filming my part for a collab video that Nicko236 is doing on yewchewb, which should be fun and probably involve meeting some australian youtubers, which I always love doing.
And now I've got to do some stuff for my drama assessment and also pack for my dad's place this weekend.