Raspberries. And Chemistry teachers. Hallelujah.

[raven]

I have now been defriended twice in as many days.
Maybe my journal's getting boring...
That's presuming it ever was interesting...

And I did have a lot to say for myself, but I don't seem to any more. I am looking forward to going to bed. I don't mean that as a euphemism for "I'm tired." I mean I am actually looking forward to putting my head on my (two) pillows. They are nice pillows. They are flat pillows with "Property of Liverpool Area Health Authority" on them with red and white covers and dents where my head has been. My mother swears that I sleep in the exact same way as I did when I was a baby - curled up into a foetal ball, balanced on a pillow.
I was not talking about pillows.
I was talking about...

Chemistry teachers. For some reason mes parents et moi were talking about Chemistry teachers. Pedar said his teacher was awful, but on one occasion, he went to a Chemistry teacher conference, and Pedar's father was there, and he treated them to a meal, just because he was his son's Chemistry teacher, none of which makes sense.
I told him my Chemistry teacher is a walking talking rulebook with lemon yellow accoutrements. He said he remembered her.
My mother started telling me about her Chemistry teacher. He ran off with her best friend.
Pedar and I said she won. She had the worst Chemistry teacher.

And now I sit here, drinking Smirnoff Ice with a handful of raspberries thrown in, because I am just so decadent...