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ravenThe weather is playing games with us all. It's frighteningly cold, making people dive for cover after a few seconds outside, but the sky is clear. In other words it should snow, and it hasn't. Not yet. Damn metereology.
I have a problem. I found out last night there's going to be an SG-6, in London, and Em wants to go, and Colleen is going. She's even going to the cocktail party - ticket number 17!
The problem is, I'm in two minds. If I wanted to go, I could. My parents wouldn't mind, plus it's in half term and Col has offered to hide me under the bed or something. But there's the little matter of... I'm not in the fandom in any more. I haven't been for three months, and come November it will have been a year. So... I'm debating. I really am. Because on the one hand it would have been fun - a weekend with my friends, plus lots of craziness and new people and autograph-hunting and something to look forward to, but meh.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cucharita might have come, too. I wish I could make up my mind.
I'll have to think about it a little more.
In other news... I have had a boring, boring day. A couple more results - History paper 2, which was 84% and brings the whole thing up to an A*, and then Physics, which was 82%, which is also an A*. Joy.
Drama at lunchtime featured Act III of the Crucible. I really like the play, especially because of its relationship with McCarthyism. I don't think I would like it so much if it weren't for that.
Mrs Jones marched into registration this afternoon. "Is this a nice form?" she asked Mrs Williams, who was immediately all, "Yes, we're a lovely form, aren't we, girls?"
Cue chorus of meh-no-you-bitch.
"Good! Do you want a new girl?"
It's oddness, but we're apparently getting a new girl named Zaria Khalifa (sp?) who is moving from Jordan because of the threat of war. Yusra is excited, because the new girl might speak Arabic, and then they could leave all of us out their conversations. Seriously, I'm happy for her. She looked delighted beyong measure.
Talking of Yusra, when we were in maths this afternoon,cucharita began drawing the back of her head. I suggested she drew herself an LJ icon - she's very good at pencil drawings - and she transformed that sketch of the back of Yusra's head into an icon of a strange chess pawn/Death Eater/monster thingit. It will be her icon, she says. I await it with bated breath.
And that is all. My parents are going out tonight to an ODA thingit, so I get an evening to myself. Which will be nice, if it weren't so cold. There are convection currents in my baggies.
I have a problem. I found out last night there's going to be an SG-6, in London, and Em wants to go, and Colleen is going. She's even going to the cocktail party - ticket number 17!
The problem is, I'm in two minds. If I wanted to go, I could. My parents wouldn't mind, plus it's in half term and Col has offered to hide me under the bed or something. But there's the little matter of... I'm not in the fandom in any more. I haven't been for three months, and come November it will have been a year. So... I'm debating. I really am. Because on the one hand it would have been fun - a weekend with my friends, plus lots of craziness and new people and autograph-hunting and something to look forward to, but meh.
cucharita might have come, too. I wish I could make up my mind.I'll have to think about it a little more.
In other news... I have had a boring, boring day. A couple more results - History paper 2, which was 84% and brings the whole thing up to an A*, and then Physics, which was 82%, which is also an A*. Joy.
Drama at lunchtime featured Act III of the Crucible. I really like the play, especially because of its relationship with McCarthyism. I don't think I would like it so much if it weren't for that.
Mrs Jones marched into registration this afternoon. "Is this a nice form?" she asked Mrs Williams, who was immediately all, "Yes, we're a lovely form, aren't we, girls?"
Cue chorus of meh-no-you-bitch.
"Good! Do you want a new girl?"
It's oddness, but we're apparently getting a new girl named Zaria Khalifa (sp?) who is moving from Jordan because of the threat of war. Yusra is excited, because the new girl might speak Arabic, and then they could leave all of us out their conversations. Seriously, I'm happy for her. She looked delighted beyong measure.
Talking of Yusra, when we were in maths this afternoon,
cucharita began drawing the back of her head. I suggested she drew herself an LJ icon - she's very good at pencil drawings - and she transformed that sketch of the back of Yusra's head into an icon of a strange chess pawn/Death Eater/monster thingit. It will be her icon, she says. I await it with bated breath.And that is all. My parents are going out tonight to an ODA thingit, so I get an evening to myself. Which will be nice, if it weren't so cold. There are convection currents in my baggies.
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on 2003-01-30 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2003-01-30 02:28 pm (UTC)We don't call it fall, we call it autumn. And in autumn, it is wet. Very wet. And cold. Like it is all year round (more or less).
Are you really coming to England? Cause if you are, I will be very happy...
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on 2003-01-30 06:00 pm (UTC)and yes, i am indeed coming to England.. i'm not quite sure yet. i'd go this coming summer but that's uhm.. not too far away and i've got a few classes to take to sort of.. get ahead on my two majors. heh. but! if all goes as planned, it will be next school year (for me).. i want to go in the fall semester but it might be spring. i'm not sure yet.. depends on deadlines and all. the international affairs office is giving me the runaround, blah.