NO!
omg I'm so gutted ;___;

I hope they play again tonight :O And I really want Federer to win! He's so cute nd I want him to break that record - go Fedders! Nadal irritates me. Every time he hits the ball he makes a sex/ape noise and it creeps me out... 

GO FEDERER!

Also, I <3 Tim Henman. He's so adorable!

So I've been on my work experience this week, at a hospital, and I'm supposed to have stuff to do like observing minor procedures and stuff, but it's been a really quiet week and there's been loads of times when I've had nothing to do and have just been hanging round waiting to go home. Today, however, just took the biscuit. I helped a nurse make a couple of beds this morning and NOTHING. ELSE. I was literally sat reading my book for the entire day. Apparently there isn't much going on for me to observe. Christine, the woman who organises what I do each day, is really nice and she's been fantastic, so imagine my horror when bloody mother goes in and complains that I've just been sat all day.

After lunch, Christine told me I could go home, right, so I called my parents to come and pick me up. The journey takes about an hour so I read (and finished - Twilight by the way) my book and after an hour I went down to the carpark. My mum wasn't there. I ended up waiting for an hour until she arrived, during which time the heavens had opened literally within seconds, and I had to keep going out in the rain to see if she was there. Anybody'd be pissed after that, I'm telling you, so I got in the car, which my mum parked, saying she needed the toilet.

I told her about how I'd had an awful day, having nothing to do, and she left to find the toilets. How delighted was I when she took half an hour? Half an hour on top of the hour I'd already waited, on top of waiting four hours since the start of the day to go home. I assumed she'd got lost, as I breifly went out to look in the loos and couldn't find her, but as we were FINALLY driving home, she told me she'd been to see someone about the fact that I'd been sat doing nothing.

When I'd told her about my boring day, she'd said she was going to complain and I'd specifcally told her NO. So what does she do? Fucking complains about one of the nicest people in the hospital. OMG. I was so unbelieveably angry that I just shoved my earphones in for the rest of the journeyon full blast, I could not speak to her. Does she not realise what problems her complaint could cause for me? I have one day of work experience left - tomorrow - and I have to face Christine when she's been so lovely and as helpful as she could have been to me all week.

Another factor is Ben. He's this doctor who I've completely fallen for and the phrase 'he doesn't even know I'm alive' can't even be used in this context cos he's like my teacher! He teaches me things and I'm just a kid! I'm so sick of it. I never meet anyone my own age and I really like him and I'm a fucking child. This morning, I was a couple of minutes late, and as I was walking up the stairs to the ward where I'm stationed, I passed all the doctors, including Ben, as they were off for their rounds. When I got to Christine she said I could have gone on rounds with them but she didn't know where they'd gone. And she didn't find out :'( That was when I went to make those beds before my day of reading Twilight.

On tuesday, I went on rounds with the doctors and it was great. Christine told me the ward they were on and to find Ben, who I'd breifly met on monday and thought was fit. She asked if I knew who he was and I was like 'yes I do' (in my head I was like omg yes i do yayyayyay). So I met him on the ward and walked rounf with him and the other docs, and he explained some stuff to me and that day just cemented my love for him. He's only young, liuke late twenties, a House Officer, which I think is the lowest rank of a doctor, he's cute, he's funny, he's adorable.

God I'm so depressed. I'm not speaking to my mum, my dad came up to see me, and he ALWAYS sides with her, and was about to give me the same crap about 'only doing what we think's best' and so I fell out with him as well. I'm alone, depressed, tear-stained and hungry. Not a good combination. ;____;

Date: Wednesday, 18th June 2008
Time: 16.30pm
Mood: lethargic
Location: in bed

I got a call from Sophie about an hour ago. She's exam free now and she's off out with Jasmine and Kavita to celebrate their communal GCSE freedom. I however, shall be stuck at home revising (or at least pretending to) as I havean exam on friday. Woopee. I'm pissed off at my mum just in general, I have boring physics to study and I miss my laptop! Waa! ;'(

Date: Wednesday, 18th June 2008
Time: 12.45am
Mood: sore (my hand hurts) / lost
Location: my laptopless bedroom
Music / TV: Kill - Jimmy Eat World

Today was the last day I'll see my best friend at school. Except for Open Day, but I don't really count that as school, so... It wasn't particularly emotional. Or at all, actually. She came into school after my morning examand then we went round our teachers together to get them to sign our leavers' cards. We basically had to get all of our teachers to sign this piece of card to say we'd handed in all of our books, even though I only had text books to give back for four of my subjects.

Our school planner says that when we get our leavers' cards signed we should take the oppurtunity to 'thank our teachers for all their help over the years', but in reality it was just getting them to sign in the box. In fact, for about half of the subjects it wasn't even my own teachers that signed - it turned out that even science lab technicians could sign for some of the sciences. I didn't complete it, but Sophie's in tomorrow for an exam and she says she'll get it signed for RS and hand my books in.

The only one of my teachers I actually properly spoke to today was my history teacher, Mr Plant. He's been the best (if not the only good) teacher I've had during my GCSEs, and he's also the only teacher who's bothered to ask how the exam went. He hadbeen a bitch at times (he goes through PMS, I swear), but only because hegenuinely loves his subject and wanted us all to do well.

Me and Sophie (my best friend) went in to see him and after he's signed the card she goes 'thanks for all your help, Sir, you've been a really good teacher', which gave me the oppurtunity to agree, which I was glad of because I really did want to thank him, I just would have felt too awkward to say it myself.His response was that teaching us had been a pleasure, whch was a complete contrast from my maths teacher Mrs Hamill, who had merely had a go at me for the (not too shabby, I might add) state of my books - "How would you feel if you received this book next year, Stacey?" - and told me to put my chewing gum in the bin. WTF? If I was her I'd be more worried about how her next class is going to feel about the standard of her teaching than how pretty their bloody books look! Anyway, I never have to speak Hamill the Camel (second year joke, yet still funny) ever again so it's all well and good.

Anyways, after going round the teachers we went back to Sophie's house for a couple of hours before my mum was due to pickme up.Twas fun, we watched this programme she'd recorded called 'Brothers and Sisters in Love', which was a documentary about, well, brothers and sisters in love. We also ate vanilla slices + talked about the fact that neither of us are really looking forward to prom. I'm really gonna miss her when we go to different colleges next year. She just gets me and we have this really unique and amazing friendship that I know I'll never have with anyone else. We also have so many inside jokes + it's gonna be strange not to be able to use them so much next year.

But anyway, there'll be plenty of time to be sad at prom on friday + Sophie's sleepover so I'm gunna move on to say omg the RT Rose fest! There's a huge page of Rose inside and she looks so pretty and ace! RTD pissed me off in it though 'cause hewas all 'well, the Doctor and Rose are just friends cos all their romantic moments only add up to 3 slight hints and two not-kisses'. Martha also has a section which gushes about how much the Doctor trusted her + blah blah blah,

Although what really pissed me off was the bit on Donna's page that said she's the only companion (out of her, Martha and Rose) that understands the Doctor. Rose understood him! They had the bestest relationship ever and I love Donna, I really do, but her relationship with the Doctor doesn't comapre to what he and Rose had. It did make me smile, though, when RTD said 'wait 'til you see the Doctor's face when Rose returns' :D omgyay!