I didn't originally want to do Performing Arts. I wanted to do Dance, but that clashed with my other subjects, I think it clashed with French, which is my favourite subject. So the guy suggested I do performing arts, i agreed.

But I hate it.

I can't act, and I can't sing. All i wanted to do was dance, and I don't think it's acceptable for a teacher to tell a student they look stupid.

This pushed me over the edge, and I don't want to do it any longer. But if I drop it, I have to pay for my subjects. And all the others closed at Half term.

I do not know what to do.

I love randomness.
This guy at my college, he came and sat by one of his friends on the computer next to me, and turned to me and asked me 'cheese or milk?'.

My response was something along the lines of 'eh? '
He asked again, and I answered milk. With the same facial expression, i might add.
Then he proceeded to ask everyone at the table, before leaving to get a bottle of Dr Pepper.

hmm.

okay, I have an issue today, and that's the fucking public buses that I have to catch twice a day. They are ridiculous. I got up at like 7:20, leaving me plenty of time to get ready in order to catch my bus at 8:10. I left the flat, with everything i needed, all packed! all organised! at 7:58, walked to the bus stop. 8:04. I have 6 minutes to stand. Fair enough. 8:07. I realise I should've worn more layers. Well, on my top half anyway. I'm wearing two pairs of leggings, two pairs of socks, jeans, and a spaghetti top, a tshirt, a jumper and a coat. And I was cold. 8:09. I'm still patiently waiting. 8:10. still waiting. 8:13. getting slightly pissed off now. 8:15. 1C comes and it's packed. I'm waiting for the number 6/6A. 8:17. Bus arrives. Finally.

I get on it, show the guy who i later find out is called Colin my bus pass and sit down next to a woman who is slightly older than me, but i thought she wouldn't have a stress about me sitting there. I have recently started changing buses because I get closer to college without having to walk. Problem today is that the bus I change to leaves at 8:15. Being that is was already 8:17 I guessed I was going to miss it.

Whilst I was on bus number 6, well I think it was 6A but Colin the bus driver kept announcing that it was, and his bus hadn't been reprogrammed, and every single time he said it, the school boys behind me, had to check. Even though they'd heard it about four times already.

8:23. I press the buzzer, and get off of the bus, and start to walk across the park to get to another bus stop. I have a choice. Walk around, or straight across it. My decision was affected by the fact along the path was a HUGE dog. So i headed straight across the grass. Which was very very muddy. Unbelievably muddy. and slidy, and slippy and just eww.

8:26. I'm at the bus stop. It's sheltered but some how the wind is getting around and blowing my hair in every single bloody direction it can, my hands are about to fall off, my feet are muddy and I have to be at college in 14 minutes. Timetable says another bus will be arriving at 8:33. That's 5 minutes away, I can wait that long.

But it didn't arrive then, did it? The bus stop directly opposite me had about 6 buses come and go, and the bus stop I was at had the other bus come twice. 8:43 the number 13 arrived. My lesson started at 8:40. Already three minutes late and I haven't even left yet.

So i skipped my lesson that I was already late for to come and blog.

I hate the fact that we have to decide what we want to do, when we're 16-18, sometimes even younger than that. I don't know what I want to do. I have a basic idea but no definates.

I'm doing French A2, English Language AS and Performing Arts BTEC. Everyone in my Performing Arts class want to do something with performing arts once they've left college. I wanted to do Dance, not the whole drama, singing, and theatre thing. I see it more as a hobby, something i enjoy doing, but not something I could make a career out of. Not saying there's no possibility for a career in performing arts,  just not for me.

I'd prefer to go to university and do French, or english language, or something like that. I think i'll get on alot better with that.

But the fact I'm supposed to decide soon is really scary.
At least I have one year to make a decision before I have to apply for some universities.

I just has my photo taken for my student pass thing. i look bloody horrendous. My hair is all over the place, I have one bit of my hair which is about three feet out of place, and I'm smiling like a loon. To make it even worse, I'm wearing my glasses. It couldn't get worse. It's just as bad as my passport photo.

When I had my passport photo taken, I straightened my hair, and everything. Tried to look as best I could. and then I walked to morrisons and it pissed it down, and my hair went frizzy and my make up ran, i was very angry so my picture looked really bad.

Basically, I'm not the most photogenic person to ever grace this planet.