Bloody Parents evening...WHY!?!?!

Ok, so i find myself at this weird little brown blog box once again, typing away my thoughts, lets be honest its just a jazzy version of a diary, except everyone reads it like little nosey buggers. No no no! Don't click the red box with the cross in the corner of the window! I want you to read it, really i do. SO much infact anonymous reader you shall no longer be anonymous, you shall be known as Gerald. Or if you are female Geraldine. Or for either sex if your feeling adventurous Giles.

So Gerald/ine topic time! Parents evening, in 45 minitues i must go to parents evening. "Wait what!? You have children? I thought you were only a mere 16 years of age! You sex deviant you!" And to this i reply, No. I'm going to parents evening because i have to go with MY parents. Which defeats the object of the name "Parents evening". I mean its bad enough having the thought of having your parents being stared down and talking to a sex pest in a suit, but being there listening to what this sex pest has to say about you is even worse. Heres a picture to show what its like:


I'm sat between my two parents while a sex pest looks at them funny. I would much rather be playing computer games tonight with my chums, but sadly this is not so. Sorry nazi's i'll have to blow you up another time.

As for Deadset it was awesome but i will write about that next week.

Well, wish me luck Gerald/Geraldine/Giles/Sanchez. I'm off.

Toodlepip

Ben.