About a girl

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Well well... this would be a very fun e-mail if I wasn't feeling so serious (this blog looks to be very boring, but an appropriate response of 'wow' would be considered sufficient!) Do not know why that is, since have just handed in geography coursework today and has more or less been the last day of school, so should be on top of the world, but feel distinctly average...

My friends told me today, that I looked good in pink. Oh. My. God. Have never thought of myself as a 'pink' person. Did not think myself girly enough to wear pink clothes :| (ahem, hope that I am not painting a picture of a man... do not feel that I am a man either!!!). Anyway, we were in a clothes shop and I was pointing out all the cool clothes that have popped up... including skirts with nets underneath. awww, they are so cute Anyway, then they pointed out that oh god, i can't be bothered to go into it, but the bottom line is, they think I look good in pink. Hmm, don't know how I will live that down.

But actually, the pink thing isn't worrying me THAT much. The point about my (male, rather perverted) teacher commenting that I look 'pretty in pink' is v.v.v. worrying. Am sure that it crosses the student/ teacher line. Was reading out play in class and stopped at word that was blatantly not part of the English language. Waited for him to pronounce it... and waited... and waited... and waited... he did not pronounce it. Looked up to find him staring and then suddenly he says 'oooh, sorry. Didn't even hear you there. Was looking at your pretty pink top. Hmm, you're looking very pretty in pink today.' Said 'erm, thank you?' as is deemed normal response when teacher who is perverted and sick (not because of what he said, but what he normally tells us... he is a bizarre man) makes comments. And then he carried on commenting that 'that's not what you normally wear.' Do not know what he was implying. Do not wear the same clothes every day. huh. And then had mad thought that top was too low, and really was a mad thought. Is not low at all esp. as I was wearing black top underneath. Honestly :roll: But just to reassure all you people, he is the loveliest, bestest teacher in the whole wide world. We spend so little of the lesson working, but when we do work, he is suuuucccchhhh a good teacher. Cannot emphasise that enough. He is also one of the funniest most sarcastic teachers I have ever met. Surely that makes up for his perverted comments in general?!?

Heard on the radio the other day that a mother has paid for her 17 year old girl to have a nose job. Apparently, this girl has not been out for a year because boys have been teasing her. Do not know what her nose looks, obviously, but cannot imagine boys teasing her. Are there really pricks still out there who are so incredibly insensitive?? Am sure that those boys are not perfect themselves. pfff, know that none of my friends would ever tease. no no, would knock them into shape

Ooh, have something very sad to tell you. I am a form leader for year 7. No, i have no idea what that means either. Seems to involve me being nice and friendly and letting people talk to me about how much they hate their geography teacher.... etc etc. And anyway, had to organise a little year 7 party- did so with all the other year seven form leaders. And then had to organise a game for my form to play. Omg, was so stressful at first. We (me and house captain of our house) decided to play the 'chocolate game.' Involves bar of chocolate in middle of circle and then people sitting around chocolate. Have a dice and everytime someones rolls 6, they have to put on gloves, hat and scarf and then cut the chocolate into squares with a knife and fork and eat it with the knife and fork. What you cut, you get to eat... well, with the knife and fork. Did not think it was a particularly amusing game, but my friend seemed to think otherwise... so anyway, decided that yes, that would be game that we would play. And guess what?? They (all the year 7s in my form) actually enjoyed it. Genuine excitement at playing such a delightful game. I on the other hand, was quite in awe that they could all be scrambling around this bar of chocolate... that led me to think that I have become such a cynical person. Is absolutely terrible. 6 and a bit years ago, i too was in year 7 and i'm sure that I would have erm, enjoyed such games too. But now I can only look on in awe that such a boring game would amuse them. arrggh, have become so so soooo incredibly cynical. Must cure self of it. And just think, in 6 years time, those year 7s will become cynical like me, too. Is v. sad. And do you know what? Had I known that years 7, 8 and 9 were really, rather unimportant years, I would never have spent so much time worrying etc etc. would have just enjoyed them and taken them at face value.

hehe, have made sherbet for friend... as erm, welcome home present from her interviews!!! is lovely shetbet. Searched shopping area for citric acid crystals and eventually found them. How cool is that?? 67p at Boots, if you're interested!! Made my first batch (or vat...) the other day and got friends to try it. I think they were sick. Was not actually that bad... except that didn't have citric acid, so acid-base reaction didn't 'quite' work... and also, did not have enough icing sugar, so peeps were basically eating bicarbonate soda. hehe, really though, was v. v.v. yummy Am a dab hand at making food... :shock: :? Anyway, am trying to make friend a flying saucer. Is not tooooo bad. Need rice paper and cut it out. Except that two pieces seem to have stuck together. oh, what the hell. Am sure it will turn out beautifully.

Carol service tomorrow. My last Ever. Is v. sad. It's sort of ok though, my friend has invited me to carol services at her church whilst i am at university. Is so sweet of her. She's invited me to a Christingle service tomorrow. Am not quite that in need of an orange. And most of the time, do not actually sing the songs, but the atmosphere is so lovely and warm.

Do they know it's Christmastime??

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PS. Last week, I made my friends listen to that on loop about a billion times. Was so wonderful. Ahhh, it's such a lovely Christmas song. The best.

PPS. Ahh, was just going to say that it's so lovely of all the people who read my blog. Is very amusing that you consider my life worth reading about. Have always thought it rather boring and unentertaining, but obviously, other's think otherwise. Is very nice

PPPS. Oooh, perverted teacher, must stop calling him that because he is actually v. lovely, has put up a display board for the subject he teaches. He has put moving postcards onto it. And photos. He makes us stop and look everytime we walk past it. Was accused, the other day whilst walking past the staff room, of not looking at the board. Hmm, lied and said that 'of course i've looked at it. AND played with the moving postcards of greek temples etc etc :roll:...' He told me that I was lying and that he knew when a girl/ woman (am sure that he said the latter, but i'm sure i've told you how that word freaks me out) was lying because he had been lied to before.' lol, ahh, the sweetness. Made a point of standing in front of board for most of break time playing with the moving postcards :roll: :roll:

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Hello my Angels

Are you well rested? lol, from what, I do not know. Have had about 4 hours sleep due to watching The Shining yesterday. Am v. tired, but do not feel like going to sleep. And whyyyyyy why did CERTAIN people not come yesterday??? Hmmm??? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm???????? you fools.

You may be very pleased to hear that I did indeed make my flying saucers. Well, ok, they were not-quite-flying saucers, but v. cool anyway. They were sort of erm, square shaped... and the sherbet kept on splashing out. Well, obviously was not wet. Urgh, imagine that. Wet sherbet. My friends said that said sherbet was very nice... well, nicer than the other batch, but left a funny, bitter after taste in mouth. ANYWAY... let's not go into that... am sure friend appreciated it immensely. Except that rice paper was little weird too... and had food colouring all over hands. Looked like I had coloured in my hands in weird red felt tip pen. Was horrible but after much scrubbing with massive bar of soap (not v. good, dehydrates skin ) was not left with splodges that looked like bad skin disease... but more of a faint 'sweeping of colour.' Anyway, did not even manage to write whole words with food colouring. Only managed 'Dear B (next line) Merry Chr (next line) love (and did not have any room to add anything else).' pah, will make super massive family-sized flying-saucer next time :wink: Am sure friends can't wait!!!!

Hmmm, missed going out with friends to see Lord of the Rings. ooooh. My friend says that Gandalf is v. fit. Think she is slightly ill... she always goes for old old ooollllddd men. Is not really a problem, but she is still slightly weird. Am slightly worried that sitting in cinema for such a long time will give me DVT. Omg. How horrible will that be?!

Am sure I have told you about my trousers problem. Got tired of mopping up the streets of London with trouser legs so cut them Was genius idea. Just got scissors and cut. ssssh, yes, i know they sort of go up at funny angles. But anyway... is quite cool looking. Frayed edges. My mum was shocked when she saw what I had done. Offered to put them up for me... instead of leaving them frayed. But if she goes and does that, they'll end up swinging around my ankles. Most unfashionable :roll: . But problem is, is that they seem to have gotten longer. Is pathetic. Do not want to cut them again, because what happens if I elongate (not much chance of that) in the Summer?? Jeans will end up looking like shorts :| the horror of that would be quite... well, horrific. Do not want to talk about it. Will merely walk around holding up the trouser legs. Will look stupid and like a fool. But do not want them to get toooooo dirty.

ooooh, on a slight upbeat, I have an interview at Newcastle. Yay, so my personal statement didn't scare them off!!! My frequent mentionings of Oedipus and Electra and their fantasies didn't make them think 'bloody hell... what is she on?!?' Oooh, well, maybe it did... and they just want to see what a real freak looks like Was telling brother yesterday why I think I got rejected from Oxford (which prob. isn't the reason, but let's not go into that too deeply...). Told him it was because they were too inhibited to understand my non-science-type section 3 essay for BMAT. Brother laughed and mocked and said 'oooh yes, no one understands you etc etc.' And then can't remember what happened after that but at dinner, made some comment to him and he said 'Mmmm... it's not because people think you are weird, it's just because you ARE werid.' Huh. I'll show him. weird... is much much muuuuccch better than being bog-standard twat. yay, can't wait. Except that I know that Newcastle interviews are rumoured to be v. grilling, so am slightly worried, but what I can do except prepare in best possible fashion and keep reading news articles??! And if they make me cry, will just pretend that I have an eye infection... :| :cry: Have also booked flight because is cheaper than train (even though have stupid Young Person's Railcard- which I found out you can't use on normal travelcards...) except have booked flight with easyjet and dad keeps on telling me that they cancel and delay their flights a lot. oooh, if the worse happens, will just phone newcastle in hysterics and get nice easyjet person to apologise to them over the phone. Am also slightly pissed off with date of interview. Is on a Monday. I love mondays at school. I realise that sounds really, really sad but i have my favourite lesson last thing (although medical school interviews are infinitely better etc etc :roll: ) and on mondays, I don't have biology. Is v.v.v.v. nice day 8)

hehe, do not think my friend will be very pleased with me when she finds out what I have done Have told other friend that she has a rock-fetish. Well, is sort of true. She got this rock which she really wanted for her birthday (???!!!!) and she keeps on showing it to me. Do not know what to say to her when she shows me. Am not in awe of these rocks... so can only pretend to be utterly enthralled by it and make sweet cooing noises like I am looking at a baby (except do not make cooing noises when I look at babies. More retching than cooing. Anyway, seem to have suggested to friend that friend wants a rock for her birthday. As far as he is concerned, she will be very happy with a rock from the beach. oopsy daisy... :shock: seem to have forgotten to mention to him that she only likes semi-precious stones. Semi-precious my arse. Am sure I could dig up that stone from my garden :!: :|

And on that happy note, will end there for this evening

Was looking at science/ health news website and 'stumbled' (oooh, doesn't that sound naughty?!) across this. I implore you to visit it- at least look at it even if you don't do it.

http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-file...ariestopes.pdf

Goodnight
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Shalom everyone. Or should I say 'Yo!'??

Guess what I am doing tomorrow?! Christmas Eve?? Starting my chemistry coursework!! woo hooooo!!! Here comes the cool person. Make way make wayyyy!!!!!!! Ok, spent yesterday doing my geography homework (how dare they set us homework when we've only just given in our crappy geography coursework!??!?) and today sort of preparing for my newcastle interview. Sort of, meaning... looking out of window at titanic disaster that is next door's christmas lights. Really must start work tomorrow. Good hard solid work.

Hmmm, went shopping today (was treated to push chairs being jammed into backs of shoes. Arrggggh, is not that I don't walk fast enough... just that people in front of me walk muuuuch too slowly!) to see if I could find suitable trousers for interview. Is stupid really. Obv. much cheaper in sales... but then it's like one massive rush of people trying to scramble for disgusting item of clothing which probably isn't an item of clothing. Anyway, found these quite nice trousers... probably smart enough for interview... but turns out that they balloon out at the hips... anyway, was disastrous shopping trip. Also, trouser waists, despite displaying on the label, a size which i thought was too small for me, slide down waist. Oh crap. Mother will probably force me to buy trousers which start under arms or with waists that are reallllyyy high up. That would be so hideous. oooh, am turning red at thought. Hmmm, only thing for it, is thus to make self more like muscle man. If grow massive muscles at side of hips, they can hold up trousers like erm, hooks is fantastic thing. Tis my new year's resolution: become more muscly. But obviously do not want to become muscle man. Do not want to be bulging and have to find new clothes to wear. Omg, would probably only fit into tracksuits. Would hate to live in velour- like Charlotte Church, for rest of life. Would certainly become monstrosity. Nor do I want to be sooooo muscly that am described, as Odysseus once said, as woman of 'monstrous proportions.' no no, do not want to become one of those body builders who look like they abuse themselves with bicycle pumps every day.

oooh, have just been assigned task by friend to find another friend a man (chunky hunky (chunky like muffins)) to boost her confidence. Do not really think man is answer, but we'll have fun looking.

Anyway, back to dilemma of what to wear at interview. Know this has been discussed thousands of times on board, but will bore you with my account nonetheless Anyway, have suit, except that it is skirt suit. Do not want to wear skirt suit. So dilemma is, must get trousers. Ok that is possible, but arrggh, have to find matching trousers. Feel really silly in suit... but do-able. Anyway, so problem 1 is, must find trousers that match jacket of suit... and slightly worried that shoulders on suit are massive. But could be self-paranoia caused by swimming- think that shoulders are massive and that have to turn sideways to fit through doorways. Don't laugh. It happens :roll:

Or there is simple dress code of finding nice smart v-neck jumper (need to buy) and shirt (do not need to buy) and smart trousers (need to buy). Is perfect nice sort of formal looking but with a dash of informality attached 'costume.' Is not that I despise formality... just prefer it not to be toooooooo formal. Oh god, please don't think I am slob. Anyway, as was saying, is wonderful combination. Anyone think it is not smart enough?!? My mum is a bit like 'ermm... well....' about it all. Anyway, was thinking about the colour shirt I could wear. Have seen lovely really cool, but smart (although have never seen anyone wear it) dark-ish green shirt. Although do not want to spend money on buying it. Anyway... also have in wardrobe, white (too waitress-y surely?!), grey (too plain and boring??) and pink. Now pink is the one I want to wear. oh ok, is not any kind of pink. Has lots of different coloured stripes running down it. Not all pink. But anyway, think it is most magnificent shirt I have ever seen. Love it. But have been told by brother that it would look too informal if work with v-neck jumper... but would be ok if worn with monstrous suit with massive shoulders. Oh woe woe woe... all the massive decisions of the world I do have... :roll: :roll: lol, sorry to seem pathetic. Is just that am sort of bored now (except actually have lots to do). Anyway, THAT, is my problem. All laid out...

dum dee dum.... what else do I have to tell you?!? Oooh, other new year's resolution is to be more serious. In manner of sombre mood. Although actually, am not THAT unserious. Life is like a Greek Comedy. You want it to be dignified (could give an example from the greek comedy play, but think it is too rude) but it's never going to be, and the only way you can make it more dignified than it is, is to laugh at it. Although one must remember that comedy is not all about laughs. Oh no, it covers the same morals and themes as tragedy, but the point of comedy, is that you laugh. Ok, so I suppose it is a little to do with laughs.

Pfff... have been left out of e-mail club from friends. Ok, is not really e-mail club. Friend just typed in my e-mail address wrong (missed out one letter) and didn't get sent to me. But anyway, is not the point (even though got it later). Am opening up my own club. Pff, who needs them?!? Is erm, going to be called the erm, SOLO club. lol, and i'll erm, have stickers and badges. hehe, will be sooo much better. Friend thinks I should open up a 'body club.' First letter of our names is devoted to a body part. Huh, mine is Muscle (I hope they are not implying anything :x ). As you can guess, first name begins with M. Or, or, I could have the grass club. I can spend lunch times chewing flora (possibly fauna too, if that appeals...) and then will probably get excrutiating tummy pains in the middle of afternoon lessons. Maybe that will help me evolve four stomachs.

Do not suppose that was very interesting...
Must stop writing so frequently in blog (even though is holidays now). Do not want you all to think am stark-raving mad lunatic/ psycho...

Think this may cheer you up

Have a very merry socially aware Christmas...

You may be having christmas fun but lots of us are having none!

Your turkey's juicy, ripe for carving. Elsewhere there are millions starving.

After a dismal life it's led that turkey's happy to be dead.

The meat and roast potatoes soaked in saturated fats means strokes.

Giving them toy's they've seen in the ads makes consumers of lassess and lads.

Found it in lovely, lovely Guardian (is best newspaper ever. Well, with exception of the Saturday Times (which isn't that good) but publishes the best health section. Is like they say oh wherever, 'da business/ quite dapper' Or do they not say that?!?

There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears
And the Christmas bells that ring there are the clanging
chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you

And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmastime
The greatest gift they'll get this year is life
(Oooh) Where nothing ever grows
No rain nor rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?

(Here's to you) raise a glass for everyone
(Here's to them) underneath that burning sun
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?


Merry Christmas to you all, if I do not happen to write again until after Christmas. Christmas Eve is the best day

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PS. Did you know that paper (or pulp) can be recycled 6 times before it is deemed a little bit erm, shit?? But each time it is recycled, virgin pulp (whatever that is) must be added. And that the recycled label can be used on products which have just 75% re-used pulp stuff in it?!? Isn't that amazing?? read it in one of the 1998 editions of the New Scientist.

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Cannot believe I have not written for suuuucccchhhh a looooooonnnngggg time. Three whole days. Is like a gulf of time between us. Arrgggh, must repair the damage!!!! Hmm, am so sleep deprived.

Three lovely friends have received offers from Oxford :mrgreen: One for geography (haha to stupid professor who fell asleep in her interview. What a twat. Unnecessarily cruel unless of course he had a sleeping problem in which case we shall let him be excused) one for Classics and Archaeology (although she told me that in her interview, she just discussed one book with him, which wasn't even related to Classics...) and one for languages :mrgreen: Am sure many more people have received offers but will only hear about them at school. Of course, a few rejections and unhappy faces, but generally think people are in ok mood (and at least a well done for going to interview) yay for them :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:

Awwww, friend called Si (not actually her name! :roll: ) has fallen in erm, love with her brothers friend. Awww, except he's gone and got himself (let's call him Gnnol) a girlfriend. Awwww, little heart breaks. Never mind, never mind, he will realise his love for her soon

Hmmm... am slightly, just ever so slightly bored. Do not know why. Have been looking forward to Christmas holidays ever since the half term. Have done analysis of chemistry c/w (in pencil. don't you just love pencil?!? Pencil is the best. Well... actually, yes, is even better than fountain pen (yes, even when fountain pen writes in nice smooth lightish blue ink). Ahhhh, have suddenly realised love for gorgeous mechanical pencil. Is so wonderful. Will make a shrine for it :shock: ). Have yet to do evaluation. And to find smart, dammit, trousers to wear.

ooooh, guess who came over on Christmas Eve?!? lol, you'll never truly guess because you know so little about me, but was one of my friends. And she brought over a Christingle orange for me. Awwwww, it was such a lovely gesture. So so sooooo sweet. Is still sitting on my table, with lovely lovely ribbon wrapped around it. Ribbon says 'merry christmas'. Ahhh, is such a pretty ribbon. Anyway, things on sticks have started to shrivel up (think they are grapes. Or maybe prunes :? ) but still looks lovely and orange. There are marshmallows as well except do not really eat marshmallows. Ahhh, cannot tell you how sweet it looks

Lol, guess what I read in book the other day?!

" Because male baldness is a result of an excess of sex hormones that leads to loss of hair on the head, the only certain way to avoid baldness is to be castrated before puberty- this is a tribal ritual most men would be keen to avoid."

lol, tribral ritual. I bet they're keen to avoid it :shock: :lol: Have also read about castrating somewhere else this week... oh yes, in this booklet I was given when I took psychology (lol, which I never actually took). Tells you about Oedipus complex and how all little boys fear their fathers because they have the ability to castrate them. And how girls are already castrated :shock: :roll: Must stop reading disturbing things and go back to reading nice little books like erm, erm.... The Railway Children. Bit below my reading standard... and arguably one of the most boring books in the world. After about 35 pages, they are still describing how they are waving away the train with their hankies or something. And yes, I think that that is the climax of the book. I think. Has been a few years since I've read it, obviously.

ooooohh, found out most dreadful thing the other day. Was erm, quite upsetting (if you get upset about these things, that is). Honestly, don't know if I should be telling you online because you'll think i'm some sort of ogre or something. Lol, is just dreadful. Read it in book again (although actually comes from some psychology journal). It talks about how pretty people have symmetrical faces. And lol, so decided the measure mine to see where I came across in it. and Oh. My. God. I cannot describe to you lol, the tormet and torture. (honestly, don't really give a damn and am making massive Nepalese mountain out of worm's mound). They said that people who are over (they gave you a special calculation etc) 123 should seek circus employment (because they are soooooo terrible to look at obviously :shock: :roll: :roll: ) and lol, I somehow (don't know if I was measuring right) came out as 183. Blimmin' hell. That must mean that I should erm, erm... well, do not know but obviously even circus employment is too good for me :| :| :| :shock: :? lol, is rather ridiculous actually because am not THAT horrific to look at and well, is quite pointless me explaining to you, but trust me, even in my own critical hands, do not think i am a monstrosity :roll: :roll:

Arrggh, have written far far toooooo much. Need to go and do some chemistry now. Oh the fun.

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xx

PS. who is not going to seek circus employment because either (she can't decide, you see) a) no circus will accept her or b) she is not that ugly (lol, not that people who work in the circus industry are ugly, you must understand. Is just what stupid book said)

PPS. Do people realise that I am a she, not a he?!? Someone did once think (from my name, i point out. Not my appearance :roll: ) that I was a he. But a rather effeminate he. Humph.

PPPS. Hmm, is making me paranoid now. Hope I do not come across too sloppy or unserious. Or mean. Or rude. Would be my worst nightmare to appear somewhat... horrible :cry:

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Happy New Year. Although I fail to see how a day passing can evoke so much excitement. Surely it is just the same as the day before?! Lol, New Year's resolution- stop being so cynical :roll:

Hehe, guess what I have done?! Finished my chemistry coursework. Am very smug with self... well, -ish. I have friends who haven't quite started yet :| . I still have parts of the extension (yes, I was sad enough to do an extension) to write up, but is very little. Yay! After this coursework, I have no more coursework in my secondary school life to do, ever again!!! YEEESSSSSS!!!!!!! Hmm, oh oh, i realise whilst scrolling through this blog that I rarely ever mention work. Now now, please don't think that I sit around and not do annyyy work. I just don't happen to mention it that much because it is extremely depressing and rather boring, to be frank. Just didn't want people to get the wrong idea :shock:

Hmmmm, what has happened since I last wrote?! Oh yes, I realise, perhaps, just possibly that I don't quite erm, look bad enough for the circus, on account of someone being reaaaalllllllyyyy nice to me at a party on monday. hehe, was soooo chuffed- well, I was the next day when my friend told me what he said, as I seem to remember very little about the party. Funny that... :roll: :wink:

Lol, anyway, the party was really great due to this experiment that I had devised. Well, wasn't quite so much an experiment as an 'observe and then laugh ourselves silly' exercise. My school is located near a boy's school, and my friend was telling me about this weird wrist action the boys do when you ask them for the time. I was very puzzled as I had never seen the action and thus made it my mission, lol, yes, mission, to find out what the action was. I was shown the rather showy 'oh-look-at-me' action by my friend, but soooo wanted to see it done by these boys. Anyway, so having got a little squiffy (shall we call it) went with my friend to find a group of nice lads to show us the action. I was trying to explain to them what they were supposed to do in my rather inebriated state, and that nooooooooo it didn't work with a short sleeve (as that was what most of the boys were wearing). Anyway, turns out (although i don't really remember this) that one of the boys went to change his shirt just to show me the wrist action thing. Except I think i just kept on repeating to him that noooo, the shirt sleeve was just too short. Don't think he was very happy as he said something along the lines of 'what? All that and I don't even get her number' to my friend. Pff, all that?! :roll: He only changed shirts with his friend. Anyway, am sure he was very very nice... if only I could remember him :? AND, to top it all off, i didn't even get to see him change shirts as my friend made me sit down. pfff. But the friend I was with did. Hmm, trust her :roll: Oh, and it turns out, according to my lovely lovely friend, that I must have asked for the time (from everyone in the room...), about 100 times. omg, that's quite mortifying... Oh oh, but I do remember that the lovely boy who changed his shirt had a really cool watch which had a light on it, and he let me play with it for absolutely ages... i think...

Dum dee dum.... oooooh, the Christingle orange my friend gave me has gone a bit weird. I think it's rotting. Hmm... oh dear. Think will have to take the ribbon off and the candle and erm, throw it into the bin. Of course one could eat the little fruits and sweets that she's jammed onto toothpicks, but erm, no thanks...

Oooh, have bought interview clothes for Monday. Hmmm, am sure that I should wear a suit, but I am NOT wearing a skirt. Humph, it's not like they can tell me to go back all the way to London if I don't turn up in a suit :roll: You know, I am just sooo past caring. :shock: I think the trousers look a bit weird because they aren't black. Sort of a weird tweed colour with flecks of blue in it (honestly, it looks much better than how i've described them :roll: ). And it came with a ribbon. I'm guessing that the ribbon is supposed to act as some sort of decorative feature (which obviously I will not be using). But anyway, was trying to tie the ribbon the other day. Cannot imagine how you're supposed to tie it. Cannot seriously be the way you tie your shoelaces. Tried to find out if you tie it in the manner of a bow tie... but oh, gave up soon afterwards as I realise now that tying a bow tie is just ridiculously difficult :? :shock: Must just be reserved for... hmm... clever people. :|

Have surprisingly little to say today. Is most bizarre. I don't think i have described the wrist action in a way that makes it amusing. Am sure that what i've described just makes me sound like a harlot. Lol, my friend sent me a text after the party which read along the lines of 'seee Mmmm... even though you have a face fit for the circus you still attract loads of men.' Humph, don't know what she means by loads :shock: Anyway, you must realise that wrist action was very funny indeedy.

Shall shut up now and go back to reading my book (has a gory ending I think).
:mrgreen:


PS. And have found another website for you to check out. Looks rather plain actually...

http://kickaas.typepad.com/

Yes yes, Kick AAS :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:

PPS. Oh yes, forgot to mention this earlier, but i'm sure you'll be very glad to know that I almost found my friend a man (which I hasten to add, is what she's always asking for). Didn't actually mention her name, but remember whispering in 'boy-who-changed-his-shirt's ear that 'my friend is reallllyy hot' and repeatedly telling him 'sheee'sss gorgeous'. I don't think he heard me though. Thank god, is all I can say. Realise it sounds a bit odd now...

PPPS. oooh, have just found article I think i can discuss in an interview. Is about the 'Firstburst' dipstick test for chlamydia. Hmmm, hoping it won't make me sound toooooo weird. But i'm sure it will make a change from the boring articles everyone else will churn out... :shock: Either that or it will just make me look weird. ops:

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Am going to be lovely and serious in this blog. Am feeling very serious at the moment...

Ahh i love the world. is sooooo beautiful. everything is so full of beauuuuuty. Ok, seriousness gone out of window. Am on a high (well, milk-float level) having written up my extension work for chemistry (even though it appears that my extension is more accurate than my actual experiment :roll: ) and have done most of my corrections. Tomorrow- as I know how much you love hearing my movements minute by minute- I am going to ask the teacher if i've more or less done the calculations right... then she will tell me that I am a fool and have done them ALL wrong... then I will come home and find a sturdy rope... oh for god's sake, get a grip. Am sure it will allll be fine.... although lovely friend went to see chemistry teacher today and was told that she had actually done it completely wrong. Was very mean of teacher (although understandable, of course) and horrific for friend- as she must write it alllll up again. Oh poop.

Doo bee dooooo, hmmm, am struggling to find things to say... yet I need to taaaaaaaaaaaaalk. yes am whining but neeeeeeeeurgh need to :shock: :shock: .
Dum dee duuuuum, had interview at Newcastle. Was as aforementioned in Newcastle forum, distinctly average. Super peeved that they did not really ask me about work experience. Oh god, remember having a little 'discussion' (if you can call firing questions at me a discussion) about euthanasia. And me quoting something from Sylvia Plath about 'dying should be an art, like everything else' to them. They looked at me with blank expressions and went onto another point. Pfff... how ruuuuuudeeee. Lol, well, is not actually THAT rude, but thought it a rather good point and at least was unique. Humph, no one quote that at their interviews. Would be rude and you'd be incredibly dull for not having found your own quotations!!!!! Lol, and this is Sylvia Plath. A woman who, possibly due to depression, stuck her head in an oven to commit suicide whilst having locked her children in their bedrooms with milk and cookies. Hmmm... at least she gave them something nice to eat, I suppose... but do not agree with what she did. Poor poooooor children :? :? Also, can I just emphasise how difficult it is sitting in the waiting room before your interview???? ESPECIALLY if you have to end up talking to yourself because no one else will talk to you :roll: ! It's not like I was asking dodgy questions (lol, as if I would...), just nice plain questions like 'where have you applied? Where do you come from?? etc etc' hmmm, people either muttered their answers or just ignored me. Arrggggh, i need to talk in the waiting room to ward off the worst-case scenarios that sprint through my head!!! I could understand if it was their first interview, but no no, some people had had alllll three!! Twas my first... so really, maybe I should have behaved more appropriately and appeared as a wallflower to match the astonishingly white walls...

Hmmm... oooh, question that friends and I have been pondering today. Why do men have nipples??? Is not really like they need them at all. One friend suggested that it was because everyone starts out as a woman... and well, am sure you can guess the rest. Also, lol, this is incredibly stupid and I'm sure that I DID know... but was just reaffirmed to me today. That only female cows produce milk!! Lol, well, only they have udders. Obviously, since male cows are actually called bulls. Urgh, how I hate cows. Remember being chased through field for Duke of Edinburgh... and we all had to climb this fency thing and stand on this one bridge whilst these cows mooed at us. Was truly horrible experience. Yes yes, i know cows can't really hurt you. Well, unless they sit on you of course... Anyway, was also wondering if there were any male animals which produce milk?!? Is indeed a very distressing question!! Friend pointed out that male cats have nipples. Hmm, how quaint... Found out something from my teacher today... something horrific about horses. They say that that is how Catherine the Great died. Oh god, is really, really truly disgusting. I do not know why he tells us this rubbish. Maybe it's because we lap it up like enthusiastic students that we are... lol....

Am going to ponder over chemistry again even though just looking at it makes me feel weird.

Oh oh ohhhhhh, so soon until music lesson. 6 whole days. Oh shhiiiiiiiiit. Cannot reiterate to you how much I hate my music lessons. Do not actually not like playing the instrument, just do not like the teacher.

Did you know that 9/10 teenage girls are unhappy with their body?? how shit is that?? Was talking to my friend today and she has serious complex over her body. Lower half... like most girls, I suppose. Is truly terrible. We've all been trying to cheer her up :| Is semi-working. Will carry on trying to!!

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People, people, you good old bricks, where have you been? Or should that be where have I been? Although I last wrote on Tues. so it is hardly a gulf of time between us...

La diiii daaaaa, everything is over. In a good way (for now!) regarding coursework. Thank god. Although Classics doesn't have coursework this year and thus there will be a stupid exam regarding people 'shitting a cable' (an actual quotation, I tell you from Assemblywomen by Aristophanes. NOT something I made up in my dodgy mind :roll: ). hehe, managed to finish completely, the coursework at ~7pm on thursday, which I considered to be super reasonable. Was talking to my friend and she was grumbling about how she was up for ages. I asked her when she went to sleep and she said 'I DIDN'T!!!' Awww, poor her. School must have been super duper shit for her then :cry: . Lol, had another friend who finished it at 4 and got up at 6 to go to school. And two friends who finished it at 2. I dread to think what I would have read if I had actually read through it properly!! Was just glad to correct the spelling mistakes I had, otherwise project would have read: which of these most accurately determines the aspiring...' instead of aspirin. Hmm, that would have been dreadful :| Teacher would have thought that I was positively moronic. Which I would happen to like to point out, that I AM NOT!!! Well, actually, am sort of beginning to think that I am. Not a moron exactly. But well.. anyway...

Hmmm, super pissed off at myself currently. Was invited to go out this morning but kindly declined because I thought I had mountains of work to do. Except actually, have managed to finish two pieces of work in @1hr30 minutes :roll: So actually, now, do not have that much to do. Was telling my friend how I did my chemistry homework (i know! How cruel!! Homework after coursework!) yesterday. She called me mad. I think I should really read that as sad. She told me that she spent her time watching 3 hours of mind numbingly boring tv. lol. Oh well. :roll: Anyway, so here I am at home. Looking at my musical instruments thinking 'oh god, i haven't touched them for aaggggeeessss.' Maybe I should give up one subject at school. That way, will have loottsss of spare time to play music (not that I am particularly keen to do that). But seems pointless, absolutely pointless to give up subject now, esp. as there are not many more weeks until end of school... well, not many considering how long we've been on Earth... But good reason to give up is mocks are coming up. urgh. Lol, but must face fears. Is stupid to collapse in face of terror.

oooohhh, was in common room yesterday and now realise how utterly bitchy girls are (although not all are, I understand). These 5 just-came-to-the-school-in-september-year 12 girls were sitting near my friends (I happen to know two of the girls) and they were making all these ridiculously stupid, dim-witted moronic (lol, yes, they are morons) comments about people's figures and their weight etc. It was absolutely unnecssarily cruel and these people that they were oh so subtly pointing out were NOT in the slightest overweight etc. Just because these five girls are half starved lettuce chewing calorie counting freaks (although actually, I know they eat more than lettuce etc. But am trying to make a point!!!!). Is not very nice to point out horrible things about people. But maybe i'm just super defensive because I have friends who are really concerned about their weight/ appearance etc. Hmmm, and what really bugs me is that our school isn't some sort of 'miss world' cattle market. It's a school for the 'academically gifted' (lol, so they say. I doubt this is entirely true considering they took me ) and thus their constant bitching about other people's weight is just absolutely utterly ridiculous. Am getting really peeved now. ESPECIALLY, as one of those girls (out of the ones I know) didn't even get into my school (she didn't get the right GCSES) so really, she should be doing less bitching and more working. Phew, have got stress out of system.

Have been eating these thingys to keep up energy levels. I thought they were small biscuits/sweets, but is hard to tell, as box is written all in italian. mum has just told me they're not biscuits/sweets, you pour hot water on one and you get a cup of chocolatey coffee, which means have effectively consumed 7 cups coffee within 10 mins. Box has been removed. Am I going to get high in a few mins I wonder lol.

Did you know that global warming will mean that 17 million people in Bangladesh have to be moved?? I think have a thing about Bangladesh. It all started when we learnt about the country as a case study for geography rivers work. And then for revision, was quoting figures to my friends (who don't do geography) and when they complained, would say something mean like 'well, at least you don't live in Bangladesh. Did you know that...' Lol, they think i am titsy bitsy obsessed with country. Hmmm... must be normal and rectify situation. Have decided, quite suddenly, that am going to be super boring at interviews and not quote English literature... since most people just stare blankly Is very depressing. Although I agree that Plath was perhaps not the best person to quote. Pffff...

T'rah for now, I must go for my daily pint of ginger beer, only hope that Timmy the cat hasn't made a mess of the kitchen again.

From that good egg Mmmm... :mrgreen:

PS. I don't have a cat called Timmy. In fact, i don't even have a cat.

PPS. Go and look at the lovely pictures! Those of you who live in London may have seen the exhibition outside the gorgeous wonderful Natural History museum.
http://www.earthfromtheair.com/

PPPS.
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change,
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June

Tell me, did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

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Shalom shalom

How are you alll?? Is that not the most annoying, banal, pointless question ever? I hate it so much and yet I'm drawn to asking it.

I'm in a particularly cheery mood today. I'm not quite sure why... had a biology test today and thought that it went better than normal but have received topic for geography module (in2weeks) today and do not quite understand the question but nonethless, have attempted a past question and am giving it to teacher to mark tomorrow. I will INSIST that he marks it by erm, blackmailing him and telling him that if he doesn't mark it, i shall most definitely fail :roll:

My friend suggested to me today that when we are all 70, we should move into a house together and look after each other... hmmm... sounds like a erm, reasonable (unrealistic) idea. She says that those of us who don't have children can afford to pay more than those who do have children. Lol, have not quite decided this yet, but it only gives us the horrible incentive to go out and spawn like... fish. :shock:

Hehe, am grade A bitch My friend decided to skive Classics on Monday. Don't actually know why. We weren't doing anything strenuous... and was last period... so is always quite relaxing. Anyway, as a pay back for her ALWAYS skiving classics and leaving me (lol, not that that actually matters. Do happen to have more than one friend) I told her that if she didn't come to Classics, I would tell the teacher that she had Terminal (yes, terminal) diarrhoea. I thought that that would persuade her to come to the lesson, but no, it didn't :| and she only stopped to inform me that she had already told the teacher that she was going to the hospital for a blood test. Lol, do you really think that stopped me?!? Hmm, i made sure that everyone knew I was lying though So everything is lovely. Except for one reference the next day about my friend 'trotting' off to the loo (some reference in the book). Hopefully that will be the end of her skiving!

Doopdeedoooo.... oooh, was brave and practised the piano! And then stupidly, train was delayed on monday so couldn't get to piano lesson on time. And then got into massive panic because thought my extremely long-haired on arms and legs (urghhhh) teacher would strike me off his piano list and then would have to explain to parents... :shock: :? but turns out as i was walking up to school gate (late) saw piano teacher driving past. pff, so that actually means that he was delayed too. hehe, hmmm... maybe will tell him i was sitting there waiting for aggeessss (although that would be excessively cruel), but then would not seem so stupid for being delayed... hmmm, we shall seeee..... he always seems to be delayed though. Think he does it on purpose so that he doesn't have to hear my horrific playing. I do actually think I slaughter piano pieces. Even the examiners sort of wince. Oh is not my fault. Why can't they understand that my fingers don't stretch over 13 keys??? Is so ridiculous. Fingers will snap. That will show them.

Oooh, you'll never guess what my friend said I could do to her (lol). Have you seen that advert on tv with the naked old (!) men driving their mini and then one of them gets out a raw fish and slaps a man walking beside the road over the head? Well, i was telling my friend how cool it would be to slap someone over the head with a raw fish. hehe, and she amazingly, said that I could do it to her! Awww, she's so lovely. Her reason for letting me is so that I can take a picture of it happening and erm, well, just keep it, i suppose. Lol, but she did say that I couldn't do it in public oooh, how amusing!

Hmmm, friends keep on telling me to go out on Saturday. I refuse until my geography exam is over. Will just stay cooped up like pigeon in house breathing in stale air until i turn greeny blue and keel over. Lol, house really isn't as bad as that!!!

Have nothing that is even more boring that what i've already written, left to write.
Mmmm... :mrgreen:

PS. Oooh, friend has decided to make 'nice pretty' (read pink) clothing for people who are 70+years old! She only decided to do that after I suggested a gap in the market. Do not think it will be bearable when she makes up some contraption that is massive, pink, and floaty like fishing net. Told her she can't put lace on it, or buttons or hooks, or zips... because when you are old, you might have conditions which would prevent you from using particularly delicate fastenings. So anyway, bottom line is, it may all have to be 'stuck' together using velcro. Imagine if someone stepped on the back of your skirt

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January 16th- 'Discreetly give the finger to all people' day

Lol, well, that's what my 'superb' diary tells me. Is actually a very cool diary... it's supposed to change your life. So far, it has not changed mine, but maybe that's because I have not looked in it for a few days and have most definitely not carried out the activities, which are supposed to make my life more exciting... ahem. Yesterday was 'be gay for a day' day. And if you are gay, then you're supposed to 'walk into the closet' just for a day :roll: :roll: honestly, is such a silly diary. But at the same time, very amusing.

Anyyyywaaayyy, i do seem to be writing very regularly. I suppose it fills the long evenings which I spend hunched (lol, what a weird word) over my chemistry. Is so ridiculous. This weekend, they have given us 5 pieces of homework. I, being sad, have already done them so that I have a whole weekend to focus on geography revision, geography homework and classics essay. Does anyone feel obliged to write out questions that are in the book, before writing their answers on the paper?? I ALWAYS do this and it's so incredibly annoying (it makes me sort of slowish... but I do write quite quickly)... but i actually have to do it. Hmmm, i don't think i am making sense, but my friends always look on in amusement when i write out the whole question before I write my answer. They say that the question is in the book and thus it is pointless writing it out again, but they don't understand that when it comes to revision, I don't use my book!! I just use my sheets of paper... and thus it's better if I don't have to cross reference between book and paper. Ok ok, so i'm weird and no one else does this :roll: :cry:

Hmmmmmmmmm... ooh, was standing by the window watching it rain today (as you do ) and there a year 8 came up to me and said 'ahhh, it's raining, but not in a sexual way.' :shock: :? :shock: Erm... what??? (sorry, I meant pardon?!) I think she probably has one of my Classics teachers as a form teacher and he has in his typical fashion, corrupted the younger members of the school :roll: .

Oooh, friend has sent my quizzy thing to do. Is very long and pointless but makes me laugh reading other peoples replies. In it, there is question regarding one's like or dislike for marmite. I've never truly eaten marmite so i couldn't possibly comment. It reminds me of the time I was at the Winged Fellowship Centre and this lovely lady asked me to butter and marmite her toast for her. Me, being completely ignorant of the saltiness of marmite, spread it on quite thickly (very black paste) and cut it into strips for her to eat. I think i might have had to feed her it... and anyway, the look on her face made me think that she was about to throw up... oh oh oh, woe woe woe, did not realise that I had spread probably more than nine times the 'safe' limit for salt intake in a day :roll: :!: Lol, had to scrape off a LOT of the marmite with knife. Lol, indeed, felt very stupid. Some people even drink marmite (mixed with water of course). urgh, could not imagine that. Black paste dissolved in water...

Have developed sudden complex over height. Have realised that am very short and that if I carry on shrinking, am going to have to live in bird house that friend builds for birds (awww, isn't that so utterly adorable?!). Had to take up my jeans the other day because the legs were waaaayyyy too long. Obviously, my sewing is not quite up to scratch and stiches became loose today. Was, as some might say, extremely pissed off. Ended up clipping the ends up with a hair clip :roll: and proceeded to look like utter fool! Oh well, at least jeans did not go on to soak up all the puddles in the town. phew. Anyway, yes yes, am thinking that I am very short. Oh there must be pills around, lol. Am not actually that short. Am about an inch above average height for female. Lol, there, have given myself away :? . So really, am not THAT short, but feel very small against... well, lots of people.

Ooh, during the week, my friend went to an exercise club called 'Abdominal revolution' :roll: (really, is so silly since they are both fit and perfect). I would like to go too. Not to lose weight, just to do some form of other exercise... if that's what you can call it. Although do not really agree with paying £X to be told to do sit ups :roll: Anyway, she won't let me gooooo (she says that I do not need to revolutionise... which is slightly true, but then again, neither does she!!!!!!!) .... is soooo unfair. I could obviously just turn up, but do not know where they go to revolutionise abdomen. oh pooo. Oooh, have just eaten little block of chocolate. Mmmm... tastes sooo good. Have not eaten chocolate for suuuch a long time. Like a millennium. Is so wonderful. And gorgeous. Mmmmm........... lol, i sound so incredibly pathetic... oooh, also, think Classics is making me fat. Teacher brought in cookies today. He said he did it to spite Trisha. Lol, nooo, i don't really know who she is either! She is apparently, some talk-show host who sounds really sanctimonious and annoying when she talks to people... our teacher's example was when Trisha looked really disgusted that this woman had eaten a whole packet of biscuits. Lol. I suppose it's true because when teacher asked the class who hadn't ever eaten a whole packet of biscuits, no one put up their hands. Was quite amazed. I have never actually eaten whole pack of biscuits (no, not even Jaffa Cakes) but was not about to put myself forward to odd looks from fellow peers. Anyway, what a lovely pointless story in there...

Was watching geography video today (not for fun, but in lesson) and there was this picture of a La har. This is a sort of erm, mud flow caused by the heat of the volcano melting ice on the top of the volcano, which causes erm, the melted ice to run down the volcano picking up mud, people and houses etc. and travels at 70km/hr (i think. Nonetheless, is very fast you can't out run it). Anyway, there was video footage of La Har reaching sea, and when it does, sea sort of becomes this massive wave and well, the video described it has a hovercraft (is that what they call them??). Anyway (have been using that word far toooo much), was very cool to watch, little disturbing perhaps... but was very cool. Reminds me, i told you about the geography thing i handed into my teacher the other day... well, he gave it back to me at the beginning of class today and well, it was extremely mortifying because everyone heard what he said (lol, no, nothing bad) and well, now everyone thinks i'm a super-geek because i do 'extra' homework. Which I suppose when you look at it in this context, is true... but ANYWAY. Moving swiftly on...

Oooh, i think people do think i am a geek. Do not mind really because is infinitely better than being utterly completely stupid... but was out erm, shopping, if you must call it that, today since had free period in afternoon. And well, was by self as hate friends coming shopping with me when I actually have things to buy. Was searching for my secret santa present... and did not find anything. Oh pooo. Think friend will just end up handing money over to me before I buy anything, soon. Anyway... was spotted by these 'cool' girls (from my school), all shopping in a group. Am quite convinced that they think i am very sad. But oh wtf, who actually cares?? I just hate shopping with friends when I am trying to buy something (despite the fact that I didn't buy anything). In fact, I think I hate shopping, full stop. Is quite boring and mundane experience and because I am super-fussy, takes me about a million shopping trips to buy just one thing. ie. for shoes and definitely trousers, they have to be 'just right' before I buy them. And being uber fussy, that is very difficult

Am particularly chatty about absolute rubbish today. You must forgive me for that.

Will go off to revise some geography now. Oh the fun. I'm sure you'll sleep much more easily now that you know I will be hunched over geography text books into early hours of morning. i

Mmmm... :mrgreen:

PS. aren't mechanical pencils just the coolest things? I love them soooo much. Utterly adore them. Normal pencils are just... soooo crap compared to them. They are on a pedestal. The mechanical pencil that is, not the normal pencil.

pps. was accused of being an eco-warrior today by Classics teacher. pffff. he asked me why i wrote my essays in such tiny writing (size 11 font). Is actually NOT that tiny. He said that he has to strain his eyes to read my essays. I use small font so that essay looks neat and compact, and so that it doesn't look like i've written sooo much, lol. And also to save paper. I gave the saving paper excuse to him. He promptly called me an 'eco freak.' Lol. Hmmm... you do not think that do you? Do think i must appear as a small one as the websites I give you are often related to eco-stuff. Oh well. But must emphasise that am not an eco-freak. To call myself one would be a complete hypocrite. But i do switch off the lights when they are not in use But I DO switch on a lot of lights when I do use them. Again, do not want to blind myself or anything, lol.

PPPS. Think i have developed writing lump. Is causing massive concern. Is on second finger of right hand. My friends say that they all have them too. Is not actually massive lump, just slight bump on finger arrggh, but I don't wannnttt onnnneeeee. Will attempt to push it back in if it gets any bigger :roll: :wink:

PPPPS. Lol, have friend who is suddenly, quite oddly, writing to my friend. She has asked me to ask him to write more 'phallic' (I assume she thinks that phallic equals exciting :roll: ) e-mails to her. So erm, I did. And somehow, he has assumed that I want him to write phallic e-mails to me. Oh good god NO!!!!! This is what he has written as a reply. Will not be able to look at him now. euurrwwwwww.

Lol. "Little twit" am I? Well, i am not little, in fact i am bigger
>than any man down south (in case you didn't notice, that was some
>very unsubtle phallic imagery to satisfy your dirty little minds.
>did F really ask for more "phallic imagery"?) Lol, you are
>jumping to conclusions. I never stated that being dramatic was a bad
>thing. I think tis a very good thing. It adds sparkle to your
>vibrant, dynamic personality

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods.
They kill us for their sport. :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:

NB. I am NOT dramatic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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dum dee dummm, small post before I retire to catch my beauty sleep, lol

I love the This World programme on BBC2. Is so wonderful and informative and just so wonderful. Am in very strange mood. Am actually in a super bad mood because I have a piano lesson tomorrow with moronic teacher. Should not really call him that because he thinks I am moronic too. Is great reciprocal relationship... actually, no he probably isn't moronic. It's just my utter dislike for him. I swapped teachers ages ago from my lovely lovely teacher (who was a bit of an alchoholic i think... :shock: but she was soooo utterly lovely) to him, because she thought that he'd teach the higher grades better. Actually, he has been a bit shit and i think i'm still 'improving' the piece I started on. :roll: But that could just be me with lead fingers and not playing properly. But nonetheless, I have no time to play properly. And I don't actually care (that much). But I must carry on because I have a desperate need to succeed in everything I do. Also, my piano teacher really wishes I would give up an A2 subject. He asks me after every lesson 'still doing 4?' in that horribly hopeful way. YES!! As if i'm going to give up now (although I would actually love to). Am soooo pissed off with him. And my flute teacher. omg, he's almost as bad. He's sort of nice... in a weird way... but he thinks I am really incredibly thick. 'You took 13 gcses??' Yes. 'And YOU passed them all?? Passed?? As in, YOU PASSED them ALL? ALL 13 of them??? I mean, YOU???' :evil: What the hell does he mean by 'you???' Must appear super dumb.

Am also thinking about taking a gap year. Is a bit of a superficial thing though. I would looovvee to do the 'gap' thing, but erm, i realllyyy don't... actually, i'm not going to say it because then I really will appear stupid. But my friend who is taking a gap year is going to spend a year in Peru in a mud hut. hehe, i might even go and join him. But then if natural hazards break out, we'll all be crushed- like in Bam where 80% of the buildings were destroyed (because many were made from mud bricks ) Ahh, that's what a day of geography does to you

Hmmm, am going to go and fester in my bad mood now. Like a vegetable.

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