Last one out, turn off the lights.

Fantastic last day, easily my favourite. Mind you all that means is the yr 13 leavers day was 1st out of 3. And when u consider that i have no memory of my primary school leavers day the question becomes even more moot.

But nevertheless i had a great day. I had first period canceled, so i gave tutorial a miss and went to prepare my fantastic Rambo costume, OK so if I'm honest i had a women's vest from primark that i had hacked at randomly with some scissors then claimed i had been shot with a shotgun. However the look was only carried off if the holes lined up exactly with the blood splatter, so that wasn't fantastic. But what was good is that, unlike all the other times i've dressed outside of my normal range,i wasnt that self concious.

So that let me have a really good time, any lessons werent really lessons so most of my time was spent wandering the corridors being involved in waterfights and getting weird looks from inside class rooms. And has been mentioned in the blogosphere (hate that word) there was kidnappings and giant penii with encouraging words on.

The day didn't stop with the imaginary bell that we no longer have. Oh no indeed, went to a friends barbeque, ate surprisingly little, drank surprisingly more. Hasm't really sunken in yet that as much as i don't want to lose contact with the people who arent my closest friends, but are people i've got used to having around me, I will probably lose contact whether i want to or not.

I guess thats why i tried to hug pretty much everyone i saw when i left for home last night, or i could have just been drunk off my arse.

For those i didn't see last night, if i never see you again, 6th form has been the best two years of my life and its down to everyone in 6th form including the teachers who made it so.

Right, soppy emotional crap over with, time to enjoy the many rugby games on today and Doctor who a bit later on.

In the immortal words of Tom "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IM SPEAKING LOUDLY" Tebbat, "Cracking!"