Enzymes and pollution

The sixth form did their assembly this morning. Highlights included a girl in a hard hat purporting to be Isambard Kingdom Brunel (what a name, ladies and gentlemen!) and emerald_embers dressed as Isaac Newton. Amazing how many things that have lost the power to surprise me.

Apart from that, I have nothing to say. I have to go to biology and I don't particularly want to. I have done my coursework - I've had it done for a week, which is something I find frankly amazing, but even so I don't want to go. I hate the way the same subjects appear in all three sciences, par exemple enzymes and pollution.

I just remembered that book should arrive today. Which is something to look forward to on a day that has so far been frankly surreal. Becca had a dream about me. She dreamed she and I had a huge fight because she went off somewhere on a bus. I don't think it's a premonition, though I wouldn't want to be the psychiatrist in charge of Becca's subconscious.

Bizarre use of the internet

I don't know why I am updating a whole two hours after the last time. I think the main genius of LiveJournal is in its capacity for flagrant narcissmism on the part of the entire world. You - read about my life - as it happens! Minute by minute commentary!

Philosophising over. I forgot to wish happy anniversary to tygermoonfoxx, so I'm doing that now. She is one of the most remarkable people I've ever met.

eniddy is here, and she has had a rather odd morning in contention with Mrs Mills, who seems to envisage the school as Orwellian dystopia. She's watching us, she knows we participate in "alternative cultures" (Homosexuality! Nooooo) and we wear odd clothes and we engage in "bizarre use of the internet."

Oh, my God, I use the internet in bizarre ways. I use it to offer the world my views on cute slashy boys fucking each other... (Jack and Daniel, Hawkeye and Trapper, who else am I fangirlie about? I know I'm missing something...)

Becca has just accidentally printed off thirty copies of her questionnaire. Oops.

Autograph

I'm in a maths lesson, but it's not as if I'm doing any work. I mean, everyone knows what an inspiring teacher is. It's someone who makes you feel like you want to work hard and do well and really take pleasure in their subject. However, my maths teacher is exactly the opposite. I wanted to do some work, but the moment she started talking and getting on my case and simply being there, the perverse part of me wanted to just laze around and waste the next half hour just to piss her off. And to make things worse, we met Mrs Mills on the way up here. I can't say I ever had much respect for that woman, but what there was has completely gone. I can't take seriously a woman who is so close-minded. Anyway, she met me and Helena and asked, sarcastically, "Is this the end of the maths lesson?"
It was two o'clock. Helena said, "We're on the way to the computer room."
"Which set are you in?"
"The top one," I said, without a hint of smugness. "Mrs Jopling's."
"Ah."
And she wandered off, small and purplish and so far removed from the school's regular inhabitants she could be from another planet.

So here I am in the computer room, not doing any work. I don't like it. I would like to be productive and not self-loathing. But I can't. I don't feel inspired or motivated or anything like that. Just a five minute encounter with these two teachers makes me feel dull and tired and worthless.

(With sincere heartfelt apologies to snowdrop24 for my increasing

( Me? Moodswingy? )

Fluffy the rabbit...

I love the Urban Legends reference pages. They write about and debunk all kinds of myths, although the odd one does turn out to be true (yes, George Bush did declare Jesus Day in Texas). I was just reading a whole section dedicated to myths surrounding pregnancy and babies - apparently, it is true that two babies born on aircraft have got free air travel for life, and even had their educations sponsored by the airlines, which I thought was a great idea. The other thing I was reading about was the rabbit pregnancy test. I know this is not a myth, as Pedar has had to perform it more than once, apparently, but I read the article anyway, and was surprised when I got down to the "Sightings" section. This concept has appeared on M*A*S*H in an episode called, ironically, "What's up, doc?" They even gave the video clip of Hawkeye trying to explain to Radar why Fluffy the rabbit's days are numbered. I have just had a nice few minutes watching it and laughing, which made Pedar come into to see if I'd lost my mind, despite the fact he's watching Analyze This in the kitchen. I wanted to watch it, but couldn't, because I said I'd revise. Of course, I haven't been revising - I've been sitting here on the internet.

The clip is here. I feel sorry for the rabbit, myself. Wonder if they did kill it?