I find it perfectly acceptable to get into 'heated discussions' concerning Lord of the Rings during a maths lesson (a heated discussion I've now found out I was on the wrong side of: oh dear, that's embarrassing, never mind, we'll never speak of it again). I've realised I really like my life, despite other people thinking I'm a nerd and/or loser. I'd rather be obsessed with Lord of the Rings and get excited about going to the Natural History museum than be obsessed with my hair having the perfect amount of 'shvooooom' (that thing when you push your hair up) and get excited about getting a load of boys to worship my ass. Because, to be honest, I care a lot more about whether Gandalf actually died or if he just went away and then came back than I do about your hair.
Ohhhh and this weekend is actually going to be the best. Party, natural history museum, science museum, museum with the cool clothes in, being cooked niceeey food, painting pictures of leaves and the sea. Horrah.
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