Green leaves

I'm here due to an odd set of circumstances. I don't have any PE kit. Of course not. That's why I've been borrowing Megan's and lurking in the fitness suite with Becca for weeks. But today Meg didn't bring hers, so I disappeared and lurked for a while, and when I got back I was still in my uniform, so they just assumed I wasn't doing it. They sent me to the library, and here I am. I like this idea greatly. Of course, it means I will have to come up with yet another idea to get out of PE next week.

On the way into the library, Mrs Barry showed me the teachers' leaves. These green paper leaves are stuck on to a construction paper tree, which is stuck to the door, and on each one, they have written which books they would take to a desert island. Some are surprising - Mrs Peppin wants to take Pride and Prejudice, and Mrs Hart wants to take Bridget Jones' Diary. Mrs Latin Williams wants the collected Winnie-the-Pooh. While we were standing there, Miss Gow came along. I never understand the woman. She's so nice, and gentle, and annoying as hell, but on the whole I think I like her. Her first choice was Tom's Midnight Garden, which I have never been fond of, myself, and her second (infinitely predictable) choice was The Puffin Book of Greek Verse - "It's got all the best bits."
Her third choice...
...The Book of Heroic Failures.
I immediately started to laugh.

I have to give my English talk next, and I'm beginning to feel a little scared. Becca's advice was not to mention the gay porn until some way on. Because, as she explained, then they'll stop listening and think, "Gay porn? Gay porn?!"
I gave her the usual it's-not-gay-porn spiel, but of course I'm not going to mention gay porn. Of course not.

For the love of fuck. Why am I doing this?

[Although, Pedar said the other day he was kinda proud I was doing it. Said he was proud I wasn't ashamed of who I am.
I was glad]

And talking of slash, I'm going to see if I got any feedback for my last fic - Chemistry.

I like it here. It's so quiet...

Tomorrow

I did the talk. I did it with no reference to gay porn. And people listened, and didn't throw popcorn, and some people even asked questions. Even Mrs Enstone - huh. She claimed never to have heard of it. Fanfiction, that is. Huh, again. I don't think it was too bad, anyhow. Some people even giggled at my sample disclaimer.

The concert wasn't cancelled, thank gods and fates for that. It's happening, and we're going. purplerainbow, osiris13, snowdrop24 - one pm, trains are running again, ring the gate-bell and I'll let you in. And bring me muffins! Mine went horribly wrong!

I have to get up early tomorrow, to take Pedar to the airport. He's going to Indianapolis first, then Savannah, Georgia. He'll be gone a week. Ugh. He always leaves the country at crucial moments.

So... Something Corporate, live, tomorrow! The only problem is the getting-there... my mother's a paranoid driver, and I've got everyone printing maps off Multimap like their lives depend on it. A general plea - does anyone on my friends list live in or around Birmingham? Or have you been there recently? If so, please lemme know. I need all the help I can get.

I'm going to miss Pedar a lot over the next week, I think. Who the hell do I talk to?

I hope my mother doesn't freak out tomorrow. I really, really do.

I also hope I find my Nirvana hoodie. Either I've lost it, or my mother's hidden it. And it doesn't fit in the cutlery drawer.

And I got feedback today! Whoo-hoo!

*sings*

Oh, yeah - probably won't get time to update tomorow -

Happy birthday, ka_crow!

There. Done for the night.