Hello :)
This has been such a busy week! On tuesday I was at Bedford magistrates court doing a law competition. Basically, three colleges are all playing all the courtroom roles, and there are three seperate trials that we take part in. We got given a role by the judges, got trained by legal professionals, take part in a mock trial, then the judges decide how we all did. My college was trying to prosecute someone from Bedford Modern (the posh £12,000 a year private school/college) and I was the legal advisor. I sat in front of the magistrates, and had to run the proceedings, and question the defence and prosecution. I felt all professional and amazing, and got points deducted off bedford modern because I pointed out that their defence and prosecution were in the wrong seat ;)
I have had so much work too! I can barely remember what free time is! Although I got an A for my last English lit essay and the teacher read it out and said how amazing it was. I was like 'hell yeah! I spent half hour on that!'
I saw my friend Stephen today, for the first time in ages! He was a drug addict, and after his second suicide attempt, he was sectioned under the mental health act, and nobody was allowed to see him. He looks so well, and seems so much happier- he's even resitting his GCSEs now. I seriously blame his parents- when they chucked him out, and the foster carers chucked him out, he was given a council bedsit and he was lonely, but his parents still wouldn't take him back. Then the people in the flat above him started giving him drugs, then they stopped, which begged the question 'how can an addict living off £30 a week afford a habit?' the answer? Sleeping with people for drugs. It breaks my heart thinking he was doing all this and telling nobody. One of my best friends fucking his life up that much and trying to end it. He was always such a happy, lively person, I'd have never guessed he'd have ended up like that. But I'm so glad his parents took him back, and he's starting to turn his life around.
His relationship with his parents really broke down when he told them he was gay. His parents are strict catholics, his mum works for an anti abortion charity, get the idea? It really didn't go down well, his dad hit him, his mum said it was a phase, and when it wasn't he became the 'disapointment' child.
It was so nice to see him though, he made a trip into college to visit people. We smooshed each other in a big hug :)
Oh, and I have plans for this weekend! I need to get a dress for the 6th form christmas social. I might get this one, and can I add that I drooled over it in Topshop BEFORE Stacey wore it:

Yeah, my mum is being nice at the moment for some reason and is offering to get me one. They have it in the Luton topshop, I'm just hoping the MK one does too. If it clashes with my hair though, there is a blue sequinned one that made me feel like I was wearing Noel's glitterball suit.
On sunday, guess who is turning on the christmas lights? STAVROS FLATLEY! Me,
electrikbloom
x_music_freak_x and our friend Lindsey are all gonna go, and try and get our picture with the dad ;D
EDIT: The HONEY MONSTER of all people is going to be turning on the lights too. This is an outrage. I shall kill it.