"Good morning, sunshine(!)" - because I've never reused a subject...

There are times when I believe my mother is the most annoying person in the universe.
Without exception.
Actually, with exception. With exception of that man who does those Zee TV furniture adverts.
Anyway.

I should add I fell asleep last night, and slept straight through till morning, till about ten past eight, when (yet another) nightmare woke me, so I stood up, dragged all my blankets back on to the bed, and fell asleep again.
So this is good. No imsomnia...

...however, my mother, who should go to work at eight thirty in the morning, actually waited until nine for the sole purpose of waking me up. She refused to believe my alarm would go off (it hadn't gone off yet because it was actually ten to nine) and literally dragged me out bed. So, I stood there, swaying back and forth dazedly, plotting ways to kill her, when she looked at me and snapped, "Why aren't you getting dressed?!"
Regrettably, I howled, "It's nine o'clock in the frigging morning, that's why! Noooo!"
We made up in time for her to leave, forty-five minutes late, and I went back to bed.
Didn't sleep.

Oh, well.

I had a sudden image of Becca and Yusra and Bev and Julie and all the other unfortunates who are sitting in the hall doing geography now. They must have just been getting into school when I woke up from that dream this morning.
Well, I do have biology. For some reason, Helena thinks it will be our worst exam. I don't know if she's saying this because it's true or because it's her birthday today...
I think I'll buy her a Mars bar, in honour of every bet we have ever had, and besides she's still my friend, even after all this time.

I can have breakfast today. No doubt I'll forget.

Unnecessary brilliance

Biology wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I'm glad I learned the carbon cycle, and there was a whole lot of crap about sewage in rivers and nitrates in said rivers that I really didn't understand, but I don't care, it was okay.

Going in late was decadent. Of course, the one drawback was the fact I didn't have breakfast forgetting I wouldn't have lunch, and I'm hungry now but we're out of bagels and various things that are edible.

So, what else? I walked home with Becca and Julie today, neither of whom are going in tomorrow, and both of whom thought their geography was rather an anti-climax. I may have said it before, but I really like Julie. I like the exam time in that respect - I always seem to get to know her better. We were talking about birthdays, probably because Helena's was today, and she really appreciated the gesture of the chocolate I gave her. She's sweet, she is. And Julie started talking about her birthday, and how Helena kinda spoiled things by getting appendicitis at four am(!)

Nothing else, methinks... except a surprising phone call I received from _vertigo who was coping with a phalanx of cancelled buses, and later, a text from Colleen, who now apparently wishes she played the triangle instead of the cello.

Hmmm... three more unrelated things. snowdrop24 and allisnow maintain there is a difference between UST and pre-slash. I think they're the same thing. I welcome arguments for both viewpoints.

Pedar has just offered a quote from Time magazine:
"If the American people are really satisfied with George Bush, Clinton was a man of unnecessary brilliance."

And lastly... have just found out, via syxer7, that the next Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will be released on 21st June, 2003, and will be 768 pages long! Eep!

And music becomes salvation.

I watched that M*A*S*H ep scorpionmars was telling me about earlier, that is, the one where Hawk is blinded. (Predictably, his first reaction is to ask if he can keep his nickname).
I was in one of those thoughtful moods again... I think the worst thing on earth is to wake up and find you're blind. It feels like the world has ended. And the world is so different when you're blind. It's a lot bigger. And a lot more frightening. It's like every childhood nightmare you ever had comes back to haunt you, lurking just where you can't reach. After a while, though, you do learn to manage because you have no choice. And music becomes salvation.

History mock tomorrow. I have to finish with the anti-semitism and also read up about America in Depression. Oh, joy.