Firewall

They delivered an assembly this morning entirely in French. Why they did it was never explained. The scary thing was I understood it, or at least most of it.
I nearly missed it - coming in late, Helena hugged me like she'd thought I'd died. Apparently the quiz had been moved to the morning, and they thought I wasn't turning up.

After that, I persuaded Mrs Custard to do the quadratic equations on my maths paper, so I have now handed that in and hope never to see it again. Then, toddled off to the quiz, which was on the computer, took fifteen minutes, and we didn't do too badly, answering 177 questions in the fifteen minutes and getting 137 of them right. cucharita stayed and kept me company, which was nice of her.

After that... nothing, as I've forgotten what I was going to say next because I've just discovered my friends page and journal have been blocked by the firewall. Strangely, I can still get onto the Livejournal .bml pages, just not any actual journals!

I'm very glad it's Friday. I'm hungry.

Yes... the work experience placements have started coming through. Julie wanted one for a medical-type career, and has got a nice pack from Southport hospital - which Pedar has provided. It's quite odd. I typed and grammar-checked that pack myself.

Dreams

There's something very odd going on.

The weather is being incessantly bright and... not sunny, more that that, so bright you can't look directly at the half of the sky the sun is in.

Then there's the weird fact the school have re-allowed geocities and Yahoo!groups, but banned Livejournal. And in banning LJ, they seem to have not noticed that paid users can access their journals with http://loneraven.livejournal.com, and most people can access them with www.livejournal.com/~loneraven.

Oddly, I've "mislaid" my kit, and the PE teachers didn't throw fits about it. They told me to watch. So I lay on the floor in the fitness suite, while Becca walked on the running machine at 1km/h, burning a calorie approximately every five minutes, and Lucy played with the radio while I talked to purplerainbow. That killed an hour. I then had to go to English and get back that horrible timed essay. I was told it was well-linked-together and effective. I was pleased.

Someone asked me to interpret a dream later. It was a dream about being late to a religious meeting and being crucified by the Pope, so I said she was suffering from insecurity issues. Whatever.

No school next week, because of half term, and I'm already so tired I think I may sleep through it.

Wishing for a seven!

I now have the wonderful Semagic client. It's so much fun I plan to download it into the other computer, too.

Huh. My mother got her IELTS exam results today. She didn't get it. She seems okay-ish, as she wasn't expecting to get it, but still, I'm doing my best to be supportive. I wish, but it's no use wishing in such an unfair system, not that it's ever worth wishing anyway.

A general mood of melancholy has descended, as my entire family, plus me, ended up watching Abysinnia, Henry. Oh, joy.

Must go. Food shopping.

The decadent way

Yes, darlinks... update no.844873. Food shopping. Your darlink narcissistic journal-whore is about to write about food shopping.

I met Katrina, buying the soundtrack to Chicago. We had a reasonable, civil, even friendly conversation, I told her she had good taste in CDs (and meant it) and she told me she enjoyed my piece in the school magazine. It was nice, for lack of a better word. I saw her sister later on, and waved.

My mother is meh, also for lack of a better word. She informed me she doesn't care about anything, and it was one of the times I want to stab the IELTS Principal Examiners and dance on their shallow graves. So, whilst food shopping, she decided to solve her problems the decadent way. Of course, my mother is the only person in the world who drowns her sorrows with healthy food. She has a thing about roasted vegetables, so we got her those, and also onion rings, so we got those, and when I complained I wanted her to get something hideously fattening, she went for the strawberry trifle. I approved.

As well as all of that, she bought the DVD of Devdas. I seem to remember complaining to someone (svendra?) about how much I hated it, but I'm glad she got it because she loves it. Hopefully by tomorrow she'll feel better.

I'd better go and help her with the food.