*sings*

I just had a fairly trouble free music lesson, if you ignore the fact I will now be humming the X-files theme for the rest of the day. I have made my contribution to the mailing circle, but now I really do have to go because there is practically no-one here and excuse the typos I can't be bothered to fix them.
RS next. Becky Odedun is here, another reason for me to go.
The morning was all right. Nothing worth writing about, except I think I hate kids and thirds even more than I did before. I should not babysit, I'll end up going on a killing spree with a kitchen knife.
And now I'm going... see?

Noli me tangere, iterum atque iterum...

Despite the fact they are thirty miles due south from here, the mailing circle have picked up on my depressed mood during the course of the day, mainly because I was as subtle as a sledgehammer about it. I hate swinging moods, but rest assured, I will not do anything silly(!)
I met Vicky Brade again today, who wanted to apologise for our "feud." I considered saying "Noli me tangere," but settled for, "Whatever, don't touch me." She renewed her threats to do something violent to me, but I don't think I will be losing much sleep over it.
I've made a discovery. After watching the Enterprise episode Fight or Flight well over a dozen times, and listening to Trip Tucker saying, "I've been putting out fires in Engineering all afternoon, but then I found out chef was serving pecan pie, and suddenly my life is good again," I've discovered I can do a Southern accent!
Which is all well and good, but I got into a drama class because the teacher's cat is called Iona Peccalo Moonbeam, and I can't act. I can write - but I can't act. And until today I could only do one accent - vaguely British and extremely boring.
Ah.... that guy was just here. The one who added me to his contact list because I am Rohan's cousin-sister, but refuses to believe I am who I say I am. He thinks I'm somewhere in Shimla. I tried explaining to him I'm not in Shimla, I'm in Liverpool, but to him I will always be Rohan's kid sister playing at make-believe. I guess it's not my problem, though you would have thought Rohan might have mentioned where I am when he gave him my email address.... never mind...

Bet you fifty bucks!

All apologies to eniddy, for several things I have done to infuriate her this evening. I didn't watch Redemption myself - more on that later - but instead spent night writing up Kajol and talking to the EmIonaHannahClare mailing circle. We have exchanged views on many subjects, but the main one was probably Something Corporate's songs Walking By, If you see Jordan and I Kissed a Drunk Girl.
I then disappeared to watch M*A*S*H, and am indescribably pleased... Hawkeye lost the bet and had to walk around naked, lalalalalalala....
I am now hungry, as we didn't eat anything earlier, and all I could find was a cheese Danish that actually tastes rather revolting. I just spat part of it out. Yuk.
I am looking forward to Saturday trés much. I'm going to have a good night with pizza and alcohol and three of my bestest friends in the world....
I have to go to school tomorrow, I just remembered that...
Nevermind. Twelve o'clock tomorrow, I'll restart the mailing circle.
Good night.