Girl in Need- like Children In Need, only older. And, if I'm honest, really not so messed up.

I really, really hate this place sometimes. It's just been one of those days I thin, and lunch (or rather, having to queue at the van on my own because I wanted to go the Art Block and everyone had mysteriously vanished: not so bad in itself, but it automatically makes you fifteen-minutes' worth of target for every immature fucking idiot attempting to compensate for his lack of size, and you can interpret that any way you want- though it doesn't explain the girls) just made it worse. Just want to run away somewhere and die now, preferably under a rock. And I was so upbeat this morning, too.
Notgoingtocrynotgoingtocrynotgoingtocrynotgoingtocry...
Fuck.

And which genius-type bastard decided to block posting to LJ on school computers?
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

(no subject)

To every single pupil of my school: GO FUCK YOURSELVES ON THE NINTH RUNG OF HELL AND DIE. I HATE YOU ALL, FUCKTARDS.

...

In other words, school did not get any better after lunch. A shockingly similar conversation to the one in the queue for the van ensued last lesson, only with less (yet supposedly more mature) participants. And I (technically) brought this one on myself, too...
The place: Art Block Media (read: Computer) Room.
The cast: Me, Tom [no, Nath, not one you know, I think], PC (painted cow), MC (male crony)1 and MC2.
PC:Tom, are you gay?
T: No.
PC: Did you go out with Ryan?
T: No.
PC: I heard you went out with Ryan. Are you gay?
T: No.
PC: Oh. So you like girls?
T: Yes.
PC: Who do you fancy?
T: ...
PC: Do you fancy me?
T: ...
PC: Do you fancy me?
T: ...
PC: I heard you used to fancy Charlotte W. Did you?
T: ...
PC: Did you fancy Charlotte?
T: None of your business.
PC: Did you fancy her? *he's ignoring her now; she's repeating the question over and over, accompanied by MCs 1 and 2*
They're getting steadily louder...
T: Give it a rest, alright?
C1: Who do you fancy?
Me: Leave him alone.
C1: Hey, who said that?
Me: I did.
PC&C2: *snigger*
C1: Well, fuck off, I'm not interested in you.
C1: *to PC* Who the fuck's she? I don't know her name.
Me: I'll give it to you, it's Bethan.
C2: *inane imitation*
PC&C1: *giggle, snigger*
PC: So Tom, would you fancy me?
Tom: ...
Me: *looks at T* No, I don't think he'd go for a painted trollop.
PC and C2: repetition of the 'fancy' questions with me, have you ever snogged someone, are you a virgin, etc, I answer some (not all honestly) then tell them to fuck off and the cycle recommences until PC finishes her work, the bell rings for end of school and she leaves, trailing the two boys behind her.
The kicker? Several mutual friends (mainly closer to me, but still) must have heard the whole thing and did NOTHING to help either of us. Fuck it, Tom D was sat between me and PC and said nothing!
I hate people.

(no subject)

....

And now MSN is down, and has been for the last four hours or thereabouts. *shakes fist*
I hate you, God/Fate. Do you have any idea how much my sanity depended on talking to at least one of three people tonight?
And a side note: for a girl with something like 80% female friends, all three of the people I need to talk to are boys. Which reminds me: I'm still trying to wrap my brain around what you told me, Dan, but I'll get there eventually. In the meantime: *sends hugs and Thornton's*

Welsh Coursework

Fy enw i ydy Bethan Cable a dw i’n bymtheg un oed. Dw i’n mynd i ysgol Bassaleg, a dw i’n astudio celf, tecstiliau, ffraneg a hanes at TGAU.
Yn y dyfodol, hoffwn i fod yn arlunydd mewn Disney.
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Es i i gartref cŵn ar brofiad gwaith ym mis Mehefin. Y dydd gyntaf, roedd rhaid i fi godi am wyth o’r gloch. Gadawais i’r ty am hanner awr wedi wyth. Es i mewn car gyda fy nhad. Roedd hi’n braf. Teimlais i’n hyderus ond teimlais i’n tipyn bach yn nerfus, a roeddwn i’n hapus achos doeddwn i ddim yn yr ysgol.
Dechreuais i’n gynnar, am chwarter i naw. Yn y bore cwddais i a’r rheolwraig, Sue, ac un o’r gweithwyr, Rhian. Helpais i glanhau’r cenelau a bwydo’r cŵn. Mwynheuais i’r bwydo ond roedd popeth arall yn ddiflas.
Amser cinio, am un o’r gloch, ces i brechdanau, creision a siocled yn yr ystafell y staff. Yn yr prynhawn cerddaid i’r cŵn. Roedd e’n hwyl on yn flinedig. Roeddwn i’n falch i orffen. Gorffenais i am bedwar o’r gloch. Es i i’r adref mewn car gyda fy mam a fy mrawd.
Yr ail wythnos roedd hi’n heulog felly nofiai i yn yr pwll nofio yn nhy y heolwr. Roeddwn i’n brwsio’r cŵna a gweithiais i mewn swyddfa, a gweithias i gyda cathod, a roeddwn ni’n dwli fe.
Ar ddiwedd y pythefnos roeddwn i’n wedi blino’n lan ond yn hapus. Roedd hi’n hwyl a teimlai i’n fwy aeddfed. Roeddwen i’n falch i fod allan o’r ysgol. Roedd e’n gwaith anodd ond ces i lawer o hwyl. Er, dysgais i hoffwn i ddim gweithio’n llawn amswer yn yr awyr agored.