Well not backwards, but def stuck, have been all day…you’ll see.
Day 11’s themes are:
Katy S – (Fiona) KATHRYN! What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve done?
Katy P – Killing time – How do you do it?
Fiona – KKK – white supremacy, opinion?
First thought when stumped? Ask Twitter.
Three responses; One says Katy S, another says Katy S or Fiona, and the third says amalgamate the three.
*some time passes*
Right, well as I asked three people, and all three of them in one way or another said I should do Katy’s theme I’m going to attempt that.
*more time passes*
Essentially, I’ve always been a goody two shoes. I was never really naughty as a kid or teenager (ask my mother!) and anything I did that was against the rules was always a bit tame when compared to the rest of my clan. I skipped school once or twice (who hasn’t?! *cue Katy and Fi telling me they have never done this*). Once I ran away from school in the middle of the day. Yup, all the way to the old peoples home next door where I spent the afternoon with my great aunt. I planned to get the bus home as usual before realising my mobile (Nokia 3310) had a MILLION missed calls. I was terrified, but after explaining to my mum why I’d done what I did I wasn’t in trouble at all; in fact she didn’t make me go back to school again. This was April of my GCSE year and I still say that taking an extended study leave was the best thing I could have done, it’s definitely what earned my ‘B’ in math!
When my parents were away I would often have parties; invite the crew round for a bit of underage drinking, staying up all night listening to ridiculous music and generally living off pizza…that kind of thing! Most of the time these get-togethers were carried out with full parental permission; they knew my friends and were happy their house was in safe hands. The two times I had ‘secret’ parties I thought I’d got away with it, master of concealment that I am. Apparently not. This month after my nephew’s NYE bash turned disastrous (can you believe that was this month?!) my stepfather announced that the two times I’d had parties without permission they had only known because of a bag of empties in the rubbish and the tell tell sign that the house was cleaner than when they left it. Oops. Makes you sick doesn’t it? Certainly made Josh a bit sick, he wasn’t impressed with perfect teenage me, haha!
So really, in a nutshell, I don’t have any public stories of bad behaviour. And the private ones? Well, they’re for me to know and you to wonder about! A girl’s gotta have some secrets!