Salt sweat sugar

I didn't go to dance this morning. How's that for something new?
What was new, however, was the fact Becca didn't go to IT, so we lurked in the first computer room together. She was trying to make an animated icon and failing, and I was trying to get on any site at all and failing, and at this point lilka and emerald_embers arrived. It appears that the MTGS Shameless Porn is going quite well, though they also informed me that they will have to get me drunk before telling me what pairings they're doing. cucharita showed me a snippet, and I saw emerald_embers's as well. Seems I'm the only one of us who hasn't started, so I will... a little later.

English followed. I had spent break covering my notebook - that is not going well - and spent most of English writing the lyrics to Konstantine in it. I woke up properly to listen to _detroit's talk on Frances Farmer, which got no less harrowing on repeated hearings. I asked a question because I promised I would - "What relation was Nirvana's song Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle?" - and then we went on to media. Mrs Enstone was getting a little floopy about it. She started talking about how she decided to not to censor it, no matter how "sexually explicit" it is, just as Mrs Mills dropped in. Oops. It wasn't that explicit, but not hard to tell which bit she meant - "Suckers; or why women give head." An article on women's magazines, natch.

Mrs Mills came in and I got a glimpse of the new girl, Zaria (sp?) whom Yusra was supposed to be looking after. Yusra said later she was very quiet, but she does speak Arabic, and it seems the two of them are already friends. They gave each other a traditional greeting - kiss, turn head, kiss - and the class murmured "Awwww...." behind the closing door.

Drama, next. My obsession with symbolism has led to our needing some rather odd props. Fresh flowers, three of them, will be required. Becca also needs a wedding dress, a pair of trainers, and a piece of netting. While we were rehearsing, the music competition rehearsals were going on in the hall, and the music was such a mood-setter we asked the girl to play for us when we perform for the moderator. She agreed. But we forgot to ask her name. Oops.

We left Drama early in order to cram for Chemistry. The idea was to revise "Stuff that comes from rocks" but that didn't really work. I didn't like that test, and wrote a complete load o' bollocks. I really did. Have never written so much rubbish about calcium carbonate before. It was boring as hell. Ugh.

And talking of boring as hell... Classics. I actually don't mind it because I never do anything. I thought about starting the porn challenge, but didn't. Instead, I curled up on my chair, because Mr Hollinghurst hates that, and talked to Becca constantly. Lots of fun, of course, especially as she had to explain why she hadn't got her book/done any work for something like the fourth week running. It was greatly amusing, especially as Lucy stuck a "Kiss My Ass" poster to Libby's coat. It turned out to be the back of her essay notes, so she had to take it back.

That's that. Came home and listened to Salt Sweat Sugar a lot. I like that song greatly at present.

Being me.

I was a little annoyed earlier. Becca told me that Something Corporate were on RI:SE. Now, I don't watch the show. I hate the useless colon in the middle. Gah. But still. Something Corporate! And I missed it!

And the other thing? I didn't watch the new episode of Frasier last night. And Becca did, and she said that Martin and Daphne were having an argument. They were arguing about... wait for it... M*A*S*H. They apparently couldn't agree who was the "old one."
"The funny young doctor who used to mix Martinis in his tent."
"Oh... you mean Hawkeye."

Becca claims that as she saw all of this, Something Corporate, and Frasier referencing M*A*S*H, that she's better at being me than I am.

She may well be right.