Revels

After a brief spell of being disgusting, the weather is nice again. I actually enjoyed my walk home, because it was all so... well, nice. During the afternoon, there was PE (yawn....) and me being me I tried to put it off as long as possible, and wandered back across the quad to get my (non-existent) trainers. Did I ever mention how much I like going barefoot? Especially when all around me is deserted and the sky is so very blue?
I may carp about the annoying pretensions of my school and the stupidity thereof, but there is one very good thing about it and that is its surroundings. I love the way it is built around the quad, and I love the flowers and the grass and the cherry tree, and I even love the way there's the fairly new centenary building next to the falling-down Derby wing next to the four-hundred-year-old library, so nothing is ever predictable in terms of architecture. And it was all so very pretty today under light of spring.

I'm extremely glad it's Friday. So very, very tired, and the morning didn't help, because I spent Classics basking in the sunlight and reading under the desk. Apparently we have now finished Virgil's Aeneid, but I didn't notice. After that, I couldn't face French conversation, so I simply skived it. I think I had a right to; I mean, I haven't skived a single one. And that's probably a record, seeing as I skive just about everything else that I get the chance to. Therefore, went to lunch early and got a pack of Revels. Had forgotten how much I like them. All coffee/orange/peanut/mint chocolate niceness. Anyway. That has nothing to do with anything.

Met Becky Branton's boyfriend this afternoon. Daniel Callaghan, his name is, and although Becca did ask, "What's wrong with him? Is he deaf or blind or what?" I can safely report he's just an ordinary nice person. Which beggars the question, what the fuck are we all doing wrong?
Although.... it could be interpreted as meaning there's hope for everyone. Bitchy, moi?

Going out tomorrow, thankfully. Making bracelets was never so fun, and the really fun part is both Becca and Hannah are going to the Bead Shop with me. I should remember to take Bleed American for Hannah - I've had for aeons, seems to me. Anyway, knowing Becca, we'll probably end up eating sandwiches and drinking a whole lot of coffee, and I can't wait.

And that is all. Except... it's lilka's birthday next week, and I suddenly know exactly what to get her. Had a very fruitful conversation with a certain person on the subject, and will arrange that tomorrow.

Friends meme

( Meme, because I was bored )

Zanzibar!

ka_crow has decided to only speak French until the war is over. I find myself hoping she stays with it, because I'm actually really enjoying it. Not understanding spoken French is one thing. But when I have written French to take my time over on my friends page, I actually feel like I know something. I'm not saying I understand perfectly, but I haven't had to use BabelFish. Commenting is more difficult.

I almost wish I could take French for A-level. I mean, I do enjoy it. I really do. Obviously my lessons, spent in humble servitude at the feet of AQA, are less than scintilllating, but when it comes to just understanding another language, I enjoy it, and I really don't want to forget it after my GCSEs are over.

And another thing... I have the word "Zanzibar!" in my head. Becca lent me the Tenacious D album, and it's fucking hilarious. Classic example is track 7, Fuck Her Gently. Pretty guitar intro, then.... "You don't always have to fuck her hard, in fact sometimes that's not right."
The weird thing about it is if you changed the lyrics, it would become a pretty rock ballad. It's only the ruthlessly pornographic lyrics, with occasional moments of poignance - "I'll do it for you" - that make it so bizarre.

Must go ring purplerainbow now. And drink coffee. It's getting cold.