Trivial affairs

[raven]

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.

Comments

[lilka.livejournal.com]

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.

Hate to break this to you, but this particular phenomenon doesn't just apply to only children. I think it's just a normal part of being a kid. On the other hand, it could be an early sign of madness and I'm just in denial ;)

[flickgc.livejournal.com]

I used to love latin...

Do you do Cambridge?
Matella est mater. Matella est in atruim...

[crackerwoman.livejournal.com]

Oh yes I certainly agree, that's the only thing that kept me going as a kid. Since I'm also an only child, I definitely know what you mean. Not only that, but you seem to get the best stuff when it's just you. I remember when I was 5 I would pretend that beetlejuice :-X, was my friend. God I'm weird. I adored the fact that he could do stuff to the poeple that pestered me. But hey those were the good old days... I miss them. :p
xoxo Lucy*~

[eniddy.livejournal.com]

ah
the house of the vetti. i believe.
i have seen it. quite amusing really.
and how come mrs wadsworth didn't mention that today i wonder? oh well.

the brothels rock. the day we spent in pompeii was taken up by me pestering mrs wadsworth as to when we were going to the brothel. i sat on one of the beds *nods n grins*
twas cool u should have seen some of the paintings on the walls.

heh.