Why do you build me up, build me up, Buttercup...

I have a brand new icon, courtesy of eniddy - am extremely pleased with it, and even more pleased with the fact livejournal have forgotten my paid time has run out.
Beyond that... not a great deal has happened. I was falling asleep the whole afternoon - when I was sitting up on the windowsill in ML4, I was so tired I nearly rolled off it and fell out the window - saved myself just in time. It's disgusting how many cigarettes are on the floor underneath that window. It's like the entire population of the school chooses to smoke underneath our window.
I am still so, so tired. I may even go to bed for a while - though I guess I can't, because I want to watch Enterprise and if I go to sleep now it'll leave me with a tonne of stuff to do. Yuk. I can't win.
Add this to the fact I was late home because the lunatic bus driver insisted on taking several utterly pointless detours around Formby. I'm sick of taking the school bus now - I think I may just pack it in and start getting the train home - it's so much easier.
And the problems don't stop there. We were supposed to observe a two minute silence at 1.46, the time when the planes hit the World Trade Centre, but for some reason the bells didn't work in half the school, so we all did it at different times and some people didn't do it at all - complete shambles. And on a quite different note, we have been given the chance to do Drama GCSE - only I can't do it because of my fucking French conversation being on a Tuesday!
The pop concert is going to be another shambles. No-one has any idea what they're doing it and our very own loudmouth, Becky O, has choreographed it to the tune of Build me up Buttercup. Giving herself the main part. Obviously. God, I loathe that girl. You'd think after four years she wouldn't grate on my nerves so much, but she does. It's depressing after a while.
I'm so tired. I need to do my maths, and some history, but I really don't feel like it. I'd rather do some of my own writing, but here I am updating again...
Anyway. I'll stop now. Maybe a couple of paracetamol, some coffee, and Enterprise will make me feel better.

"That was why! He had a thing for the waitress!"

So yes, I did watch Enterprise. I've been in my other fandoms lately, Stargate and M*A*S*H, so I'd forgotten all about the sheer brilliance of Enterprise. I liked Voyager, was moderately fond of TNG, but I didn't become a proper Trekkie until the advent of Enterprise. Actually, I don't think Enterprise is a proper Star Trek series, and I mean that in the nicest possible way - after all, to watch it, you don't need to be au fait with the whole series mythos, and the show doesn't even have the words "Star Trek" in front of its name!
But to go on, tonight's ep, Silent Enemy, was a classic. It has two running sub-plots - one concerning a mysterious alien ship that opens fire on Enterprise for no reason, and to make things worse, its firepower is far superior to our heroes' and they're pretty much sunk. That's a typical Star Trek plot, so much so that the video for it has under warnings, "Moderate Peril." But it's the other sub plot that cracks me up - apparently it's Malcolm's birthday, and they want to give him his favourite food. But after contacting his parents, they discover that not only do they have no idea what his favourite food is, they only recently found out he was on Enterprise at all. His sister is even funnier - her name is Madeleine, and she tells a startled Hoshi that Malcolm is odd about food - about ten years before, he went for a week without eating anything at all. Undaunted, Hoshi asks what was the first food he went for after the week - she replies that he was so weak, he couldn't get out of bed, and lived on protein concentrate for two days. Hoshi goes on to track down his best friend, who goes through his memories, and seems to think Malcolm's favourite food is fish. On second thoughts, he decides it was nothing to do with the fish, he just had a thing for the waitress.
I am not going to spoil it all by saying what Malcolm's favourite food actually is, and how they come to discover it, but I think I should finish with this quote:
"I have talked to his parents, his sister, his best friend, his Uncle Archies, his two spinster aunts, and all I have discovered is that sometimes, he occasionally eats!"