Eda

OK, forgive me for posting twice in one day - trust me it won't happen again.

However, I promised Eda I would devote a post to her. So, I am. I first met Eda in year 7, back in the day, at my bus stop. As I have always been a socially awkward child (see 2 posts back for proof) my mother accompanied me to the bus (hindsight makes me cringe). She said to Eda

"Are you in 7 Red, Tabby's in 7 red too" As she did this, she shoved me towards Eda and left.

In year 7 Eda was a strange, damaged child. Mostly, we hung out on the bus. So the majority of my fond memories of Eda in year 7 are o

f the bus. Damaged Child was one I look back on now and realise we were a group of l'il psychopaths. When Eda fell on her head in Gym (something that may give some insight into why Eda's insane) we had the joke that she was now brain damaged --- a HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE game. She basically acted retarded until we all got off the bus and off to our little homes. Also on the bus, we had fun playing a game we liked to call 'Tesco Swirl'. It basically involved running down the middle of the bus while going round a large roundabout. At one point - Eda thought it normal to grab on to Daggi's hair and swing on it. I laughed. Hard.

Through the years, Eda has never ceased to scare teachers, scare year 7s and terrify her mates. I think one of the funniest things is that we actually aren't allowed to work together in Drama. The Ash Girl incident was too much for Drama Teacher I feel, and she didn't want to go through the ordeal of slowly watching us destroy what was a shizz play anyway. So, it's not, do you have to work with Eda? You know you don't work well. It's NO YOU CANNOT WORK WITH EDA - YOU WILL KILL EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE THAT EVER WAS DEVISED OR DEVISED THEMSELVES. She's a strange child. And she calls everyone child - that's another thing - I learned today that she refers to her grandparents as 'child'. I lol. She's in love with English Teacher ---- as is everyone in my class cos English Teacher is epic. But she doesn't shut up about her.

Eda here you go. This is your blog. Oooh. AND YOU CAN TELL EVERYBODYYYYY.

THIS IS YOUR BLOOOOOOG
IT MAY BE QUITE SIMPLE BUT

NOW THAT ITS SOMETHING-THAT-RHYMES-WITH-BLOOOOOOOG

Yeah - Jessie writes songs - I don't. I find long ways of saying simple things.

Farewell.