So. Much. To. Do.

OK, so it's term 4 of the sixth form, and I feel like shit. Literally. Well, not really. There's just so much crap to do and not enough time to do it in it's unbelievable. I don't know how to do everything that I need to do and I just want to go away and sleep and not wake up. Ever.

So Tuesday is the deadline for my extended essay first draft. Friday is the first deadline for music coursework. The first Monday in October is the first deadline for my History coursework. The second deadline for music is the end of the second week in October. UCAS application deadline for my school is the October Half Term. Somewhere in October is a German group oral exam that counts for 25% of my final mark in German. November is the final deadline for my History coursework. In December are the mock English orals, the final deadline for my extended essay and musical investigation, a mock theory of knowledge oral, first draft of my theory of knowledge essay, and another German group oral.

And then it's Christmas (hallelujah), but it's gonna be hell, because we get back and the first day back is mock exams.

And half of that stuff I haven't even started yet because we were only given the details about them last week.

I WANT TO JUST RUN AWAY WITH SOME FIT GUY AND HAVE LOTS OF SEX AND  KEEP RUNNING AND NEVER STOP AND NEVER LOOK BACK OR EVEN THINK OF COMING TO THIS HELL THAT IS SCHOOL LIFE.

/rant.

Done my bit...

...to stamping out homophobia.

Well, hardly. But it's a contribution. Ish.

Basically one of my acquaintances (let's call him Rob) decided it would be funny to write on one of my straight female friend's arm (we'll call her Anne) "I LOVE GAY SEX ♥ :)" And she seemed initially upset about it. But she didn't take offence about it once she'd washed it off.

But anyway, I got really offended by it. I was like, 'what a prat, writing something like that without thinking who it might offend.' And I really wasn't sure what I should've done. So I spoke to India, and she told me that I should basically go and tell him that next time he should think about who he offends before he does stuff like that; I shouldn't get the teachers involved (I'd seen our Deputy Director of Sixth Form whizz past and thought maybe I should point it out to her, just so they know that homophobic bullying is still an issue, even this high up in the school). But I was all worried about him not taking me seriously. He's kinda like the guy who you expect to just pretend he's sorry and go away and do exactly the same thing again. 

So I decided that I would do both, and that's exactly what I did. I went and spoke to the Dep. head of sixth form and said that this had happened, and while the majority of people don't take offence at that sort of stuff, I most certainly do, but I don't want to name names, cos I've sorted it out with the guy involved, and he's apologised (I hadn't yet), but I just wanted to bring it to your attention. 

Or words to that effect.

And then I found him coming out of a lesson and I pulled him over and I said "Rob; about what you wrote on Anne's arm." "Yeah," he says slowly. "'I am a short little naughty girl.'" "The other arm," I tell him. "'I love Gay Sex.'." "Yeah, that one. Please don't do it again. I'm sure Anne didn't take offence at it, but I can guarantee you that there are people who do, and I'm one of them. So next time, think about what you write before you write it."

And I walked off, a little grumpy. 

He runs after me "LIAM! LIAM!" and I turn around. 

"I'm really sorry, I just didn't think. I only meant it as a joke. I didn't mean to offend you at all. I'm just so used to having a laugh about it with other people in my family who are gay, I just didn't think."

I just looked at him, really coldly and said "Clearly. And just because there are people in your family who are gay doesn't mean that every other gay person in the world will react the same way as them, so use your fucking brain every once in a while." And I just left him standing there.

I didn't tell him that I went to the teacher. 

Did I do the right thing? Should I have just gone straight to the teacher? Or taken it up straight away with Rob? Or not done anything?

On the plus side, there's now another person who knows I'm gay :D

xxx

Just a bit weird.

OK, so I went into London today with some friends to an open-air screening of Amélie (absolutely fantastic film, if you haven't seen it yet, GO AND BUY IT AND WATCH IT IN ALL IT'S GLORY) and that was all fun - we spent about an hour just walking around Brixton trying to find the bloody place. But the train journey home was..... odd, to say the least.

I should really mention the drunk woman, because if the stench of her sick hadn't made us move carriages, this wouldn't have happened. By the time we were at Chelmsford, all my friends had got off, and this gay couple got on (I have to admit, it was the first real-life gay couple I've seen). They sat sort of diagonally opposite me, and whilst I couldn't actually see what they were doing, I got a pretty good view of it from the reflection in the window. I'm such a stalk. Anyway.

They, both clearly drunk, got off at Witham. Not like that, they got off of the train (control your dirty mind, reader!). As they did, one of them said "Well, enjoy the rest of your ride - I tell you, we're two of the most homosexual men ever, we fuck all the time." (or words to that effect) I simply smiled and said "Same," before I heard the bit about them fucking all the time. His eyes widened and he looked at his boyfriend. "Are you up for it? Would you have a threesome with us? His arse is fucking intense." Laughing, they both fell off of the train and continued to 'make out' (can you call it that?) on the platform.

Is it just me, or does that sound weird?