Rainsong

Well. The assembly this morning wasn't a complete disaster, although Mr Dunne is very upset we didn't tell him about it earlier because then he could have had fun setting up the spotlights. It was actually all very surreal. The Lagaan themes belong to... well, the whole home aspect of my life. Listening to them in the colourless boring centenary hall isn't right. I'm not making sense.

We have been thrown out of ML4 again, so I have no books this morning at all. This of course means I will have to copy up Mrs Williams' ramblings on electrolysis. Yay.

I have decided to actually start doing some work tonight. I've skimmed over everything since before Christmas. I jave to do a couple of bunches of coursework, plus a few other things.

Bored now.

Calendar

The real reason I wear the red gloves is so there will be a constant in my life. Both of my incarnations like and wear them... so I don't like to take them off. I was wearing them in the assembly this morning and they're all anybody seems to be able to remember.

I didn't get any results today. Only did work... listened to teachers ramble and took notes. It's like I'm at the beginning of a four-month crescendo... it starts here, taking notes, doing coursework as always, and the load will build up and build up and finally peak in late May and early June, actually doing my exams, and then I get three months of glorious nothingness afterwards. This bit, the winter-evenings-and-constant-work bit, is the part that wouldn't be shown if my life were a novel or made-for-TV-movie. This is the point where the pages would just fly off the calendar in a magical breeze. Of course, I can't do that, I have to experience every second of every minute, even though I would like to have my consciouness reduced to robot-like status until May. I don't need the finer points of my brain at present, so why waste them? I don't need to get bored and feel restive and suffer from wanderlust now... all I need is the Neanderthal-learn-facts-and-regurgitate-them parts of my mind.

Anyway, enough of that. My watch has stopped at twenty minutes past four, so I've taken it off and now feel odd without it. And I just came online to be greeted with some emails from purplerainbow and snowdrop24. Em's thinking of doing a sponsored 48-hour fast at Easter... for the record, Em, I'm all for it.

And looking forward to finding out why Ben's being a prat again.
It's not captain_kruger, it's a different Ben. I hope.

Random things

A few random things to impart.

I finally managed to (sort of) download the video for Punk Rock Princess. Andrew McMahon gets ever more fluffyedible every time I see this video.

cucharita informed me today that a picture of me appeared in the Crosbeian (sp?). I think it was just a random picture that I happened to be in shot for - quiz team last year - but she took pleasure in telling me I looked gormless. The really disturbing thing is the fact Becca immediately looked interested, and said, "Was it this one?" while demonstrating. Enid jumped, said, "Yeah!" and the two of them looked at each other in mutual self-congratulation. It's an odd thing, when friends collide.

And lastly... I discovered Tony has decided to open Pritchard's at midnight on the night of Friday, JulyJune 20th. I'm amazed, though pleased, as I can buy Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix earlier.