Work experience

The morning began in surreal fashion. My mother is getting steadily more and more stressed. I need to help her before Saturday. I recently discovered my beloved father will be in London over the weekend, so I will have the house to myself. Yay.

We were being told all about work experience this morning. It was... less painful that I thought it would be. I couldn't help but think of Colleen, trying to do PR but condemned to sticking stamps on envelopes for Sefton Council. I have written "journalism/law" on my form, and retreated to think about it.

And that's that. Mrs Miller seems unhappy that I have refused to do A-level history. She perked up a bit when I asked her to sign my form for politics. Seriously, she was very encouraging and rather sweet.

Drama seems to have been cancelled, but no-one condescended to inform the people who are actually doing it, so we have just not turned up.

[Becca has just switched keyboards with the girl next to her. She's going to come back and find out she can't write her essay with as much ease as she thought she could = all the text will end up in Becca's Update Journal field]

That was fun.

Paedriatics versus chiropody

I appear to have made a friend. *waves at speccygeekgrrl*

I don't really feel like doing anything at present. And that includes writing... but, yeah.
Met lilka this morning, and she offloaded four more Tamora Pierce books - the Daine series which purplerainbow recommended, so I am a happy Raven where reading matter is concerned. I will have to dig out the M*A*S*H tapes for her... there are now two. One older one, that I taped six eps on (snowdrop24 swore there were eight) and another one, the one with Hawk's Nightmare on it somewhere. gamesiplay believes there is something subliminal in that episode... having watched it once, you feel the compulsive need to watch it thirty more times. It happened to her, and it happened to me, so I can test the theory by giving it to Jane.

And I also need to get Avril Lavigne's Let Go for Danni. She lent me Camino Palmero, which I should get around to listening to later. I like her. I didn't when I first met her, but she's sweet on prolonged acquaintance.

Becca is currently regaling the world with the tale of how one Peter Kenny Jones was the mascot for Liverpool versus Crystal Palace last night. They asked the BBC to show him when they filmed it, but the BBC being as obliging as they, filmed him all the way onto the pitch, having a kickabout with the players, and going off again, while all the while Becca herself was crying at the sight.

What else do I need to remember? Yes... I need to find my sixth form application form to get signatures. Sigh.

And lastly... I promised I would do this, so here goes...

In maths this afternoon, I was with Enid (cucharita) and Rola, and for some reason we were talking about A-level choices. Rola wanted to know why I'm doing Chemistry - I explained it's because my mother will throw me out otherwise, and Enid asked, "Does she still want her darling daughter to be a doctor?"
"A paedriatician, to be specific," I said, lazily.
Enid considered. "Would you really want to do that, looking at people's feet all day?"
After the laughter had died down, she said, "You're going to embarrass me in LJ, aren't you?"
I said I would and I have. Rola was still laughing.

And that was my day, for better or worse.

I need to wash my hair. It doesn't look like it needs washing, but it smells like it.
If that makes sense.

{foot inspection, suspected infectious hepatitis)

A lot of M*A*S*H episodes have that basic formula. One character, usually Hawkeye, has to go round all the other characters for some reason (foot inspection, suspected infectious hepatitis) and so gets to go hear all their quirks and hang-ups and be a witness to all the odd stuff that goes on.

Well... I have done no homework so far, and don't plan to do any. I could write, I guess... there's a nice idea on the mash-slash list I could do, but meh. Not really in the mood to do very much. I should do Physics. And I'm dreading the eventual shotguns-at-ten-paces showdown with my mother. She wants me to do Physics. I want to do Theatre Studies. Damn A-levels.

[Oddly, Rola was telling me today how much she enjoys maths. I was disturbed.]

Might wander off towards the Dope, but I don't know if I can be bothered. I could even be helpful and go and start dinner... but no to that, too. My mother is in the kitchen doing a practice IELTS test. It's the only reason she hasn't chewed me out on my choice of A-levels thus far.

This was a pointless update, n'est-ce pas? I would go and do some work now... but in the immortal words of snowdrop24 - "Iona, do you do any work?" - I don't think I will. I might, however, begin to read the adventures of Daine.