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It seems like it's been a long day. I got to know Saria a little better today. She strikes me as nice, and will probably be a lot more talkative than she is now. She's also already made the obvious observations concerning Becky O. "She's a bit full of herself, isn't she?"
Oh, doll, you have no idea.
I think all of us (the people assigned to looking after Saria, that is) were a little worried about her first meeting of Mrs Custard. I mean, she's a wonderful teacher and a hilarious human being, but she does take some getting used to. After all, she talks like this all the time. But in the spirit of irony... Mrs Custard had lost her voice. She'd really lost it. As in, she couldn't talk above a very low sinister whisper, which made life very difficult. She did manage to explain voltmeters to me, but not much else. I ended up explaining to Saria what Comic Relief is, what Becky O's Random Fit Person Complex is, what mufti is, what the red noses are, why we do this, what KGV is, why we're all howling lunatics, blah, blah, blah, and all the while I was thinking, we must be strange people. Five years together and we have these weird sub-culture nuances that needs explaining at so much length she must think I'm nuts. Add that to the fact Becca has already explained slash to the poor innocent new girl, as part of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cucharita's drive to corrupt her, and I think I need not go on.
Comic Relief. That's the other thing. In the morning my mother rang to say she couldn't get hold of any red hair spray, so in the afternoon, Becca and I went into Crosby village. I couldn't get red hair spray anywhere. A few shops had signs up - "No hair spray! Red, or any other colour!"
And we went to Sainsbury's for a nose - Becca didn't have any money, so I figured I'd buy her one - but they were sold out. Sold outer than out. It was very frustrating. In the end, I bought glitter hair spray from somewhere, and then Becca suggested we go to Attika to cheer ourselves up.
So we went to Attika; but they didn't have much stuff, either. Couldn't find any nice earrings, so we came out from there, and I nearly ran headlong into Ramneek and Chanun (family friend and her spoiled brat of a daughter). They were out looking for red noses and hair spray too. I sadly informed them everywhere was sold out, the kid threatened a tantrum, they wandered off and Becca and I left the village.
But despite all that, I stayed in a good mood. I bought my ticket, used the last of my spare change to buy a Kinder Bueno, and when I reached the station platform, the train was just coasting into the station. Good mood. I'm home, and I have even decided what to wear. Red top - "No, I'm not a lesbian," - ripped jeans, plus white hoodie. I want to do something stupid for Comic Relief - no, not wear pyjamas, (someone, forget who) wear the boys' uniform, (Julie) or wear three ties (Becca) or even do a sponsored silence (Fidan - no, not kidding). I might, however, turn up barefoot. Sounds like fun, is sufficiently ludicrous, and is definitely something that is possible.
So:
[Poll #112351]
Oh, doll, you have no idea.
I think all of us (the people assigned to looking after Saria, that is) were a little worried about her first meeting of Mrs Custard. I mean, she's a wonderful teacher and a hilarious human being, but she does take some getting used to. After all, she talks like this all the time. But in the spirit of irony... Mrs Custard had lost her voice. She'd really lost it. As in, she couldn't talk above a very low sinister whisper, which made life very difficult. She did manage to explain voltmeters to me, but not much else. I ended up explaining to Saria what Comic Relief is, what Becky O's Random Fit Person Complex is, what mufti is, what the red noses are, why we do this, what KGV is, why we're all howling lunatics, blah, blah, blah, and all the while I was thinking, we must be strange people. Five years together and we have these weird sub-culture nuances that needs explaining at so much length she must think I'm nuts. Add that to the fact Becca has already explained slash to the poor innocent new girl, as part of
cucharita's drive to corrupt her, and I think I need not go on.Comic Relief. That's the other thing. In the morning my mother rang to say she couldn't get hold of any red hair spray, so in the afternoon, Becca and I went into Crosby village. I couldn't get red hair spray anywhere. A few shops had signs up - "No hair spray! Red, or any other colour!"
And we went to Sainsbury's for a nose - Becca didn't have any money, so I figured I'd buy her one - but they were sold out. Sold outer than out. It was very frustrating. In the end, I bought glitter hair spray from somewhere, and then Becca suggested we go to Attika to cheer ourselves up.
So we went to Attika; but they didn't have much stuff, either. Couldn't find any nice earrings, so we came out from there, and I nearly ran headlong into Ramneek and Chanun (family friend and her spoiled brat of a daughter). They were out looking for red noses and hair spray too. I sadly informed them everywhere was sold out, the kid threatened a tantrum, they wandered off and Becca and I left the village.
But despite all that, I stayed in a good mood. I bought my ticket, used the last of my spare change to buy a Kinder Bueno, and when I reached the station platform, the train was just coasting into the station. Good mood. I'm home, and I have even decided what to wear. Red top - "No, I'm not a lesbian," - ripped jeans, plus white hoodie. I want to do something stupid for Comic Relief - no, not wear pyjamas, (someone, forget who) wear the boys' uniform, (Julie) or wear three ties (Becca) or even do a sponsored silence (Fidan - no, not kidding). I might, however, turn up barefoot. Sounds like fun, is sufficiently ludicrous, and is definitely something that is possible.
So:
[Poll #112351]
