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Trivial affairs
Ah... am tired. I don't really know what to do with myself for the next hour or so. Becca has just realised she has a controlled coursework piece this afternoon, and has only just written it. She's now curled up somewhere trying to learn it.
I drowsed through biology... if that can be used as a verb. Kind of like yesterday in Classics, when I was daydreaming, and got suddenly returned to full consciousness by Mrs Wadsworth saying the words, "...and he's holding a huge erect penis..."
Blink. What the hell?
And we've still got the Pompeiian brothels to go yet...
I think I may safely say I'm bored. Which is not a good thing. Because usually, I can keep myself amused. It is the one advantage of being an only child - actually, one of many, but this is a good one - you can always create a little world in your head. I don't think I ever had an actual imaginary friend, but my teddy-bears and bunnies had personalities as well as names... the only reason they didn't talk out loud was because they were shy.
There are a couple of thirds next to me talking. Makes me wonder when I grew out of my interest in such trivial affairs, and if I ever did.
The above sentence is so laden with misplaced superiority I think here would be a good time to stop.
Here.
I drowsed through biology... if that can be used as a verb. Kind of like yesterday in Classics, when I was daydreaming, and got suddenly returned to full consciousness by Mrs Wadsworth saying the words, "...and he's holding a huge erect penis..."
Blink. What the hell?
And we've still got the Pompeiian brothels to go yet...
I think I may safely say I'm bored. Which is not a good thing. Because usually, I can keep myself amused. It is the one advantage of being an only child - actually, one of many, but this is a good one - you can always create a little world in your head. I don't think I ever had an actual imaginary friend, but my teddy-bears and bunnies had personalities as well as names... the only reason they didn't talk out loud was because they were shy.
There are a couple of thirds next to me talking. Makes me wonder when I grew out of my interest in such trivial affairs, and if I ever did.
The above sentence is so laden with misplaced superiority I think here would be a good time to stop.
Here.
no subject
And what was in the paintings on the walls? *lalalala*
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