In school...

Am back in school... hell-hole known as Merchant Taylors' Girls School (mtgs - yes, there is a community!). Have got new timetable, had wonderful slash conversation with lilka. It's now time for lunch... I'm pissed off because school is not allowing me the time to write some Hawkeye/Trapper pre-slash.
I have got to go.... but first:

( Daniel's being whumped again... )

Split infinitives

For some reason I had a desire to use this update journal page instead of the client. God knows why.
Anyway, am attempting to turn over a new leaf and do some work this year. Not that I did particularly badly last year, but I never do. I just skim through everything without really caring - this year I want that to change. I can skim again after my GCSEs.
Got an email from Yum@ at Stargatefan. A quandary over the fact I forgot to specify the rape warnings, but it was quite nice, actually - people do take time to read my fic, even when I submit it to them! There was talk of another set of people "bummed out" (excuse the Americanism) at the ending of Ascendare astris - for some reason no-one likes that fic except me. And seeing as I never usually like anything I write myself, this is a case of World: 1, Raven: nil.
I watched M*A*S*H again - blatant slashy overtones, and I think I'm going to try and write some Hawkeye/Trapper pre-slash, like I mentioned before. I don't think I could slash them, but the smarmy, friendshippy stuff they do so well makes me melt into a gooey heap on the floor.
I wonder why most slash writers are straight and female? Is it some recessive gene that has never manifested itself in ten thousand years of history, because it has only been able to come into play in the last five years or so, when aforementioned straight-females-in-possession-of-rogue-gene started feeling a strange, primeval desire to slashify the members of the opposite sex they themselves are secretly in love with?
I am hungry. And Pedar's at Warehouse, without me - he decided to go because the secretaries want him to, so they can go and eat the fabled sticky toffee pudding.
I'm splitting my infinitives again. I am also hungry, and need to do a Google search on evacuation in World War II for my history coursework. Of course, I know that if I type "Evacuation" into the search engine, it will give me sites about laxatives. Maybe it would be a good idea to stop writing this now, and actually go and do that search.
Oh, yes - the school library has some books especially for me! Ursula Le Guin's The Other Wind for one, but I've forgotten the rest. I decided to re-read Watership Down for now. And now I've forgotten the point of this.