Mint chocolate

I have the kind of headache that is really the neurons in my head all ganging up together and shouting, "Sleeeeeeeep!"
So that has done wonders for my mood. Plus my mother was late for some workshop or other earlier on and blamed me for it, which I took offence to, and seeing as any argument we have nowadays eventually spirals into the Inevitable Discussion, I was already exhausted upon arriving at school and having to listen to Bev jump up and down because apparently she and Yusra are going dancing tonight. They talked about it so much that apparently Loz, Becca and Meg are all going as well. Becca suggested I go and I suggested killing myself first. Dancing is not good. Why else would I skive it so consistently?

Becca was also talking about the footie team awards' night - really is a year since the last one, which I find decidedly scary - and she mentioned it's on the second of May, which is the same night as my parents' dinner party. I don't know what to do - I mean, I did volunteer not to stay over at Becca's that night 'cause something like eleven people are staying, but if my parents are doing the dinner party then I won't be able to get a lift, so I think I may not be able to go, which is a shame, but not the end of the world as last year it really depressed me for a whole lot of other reasons I didn't go into in the time and won't go into now.

Beyond that... Loz seems to have moved the cress seeds outside, one of the lower years are doing interform sports (I'm so grateful for my advanced age), I have no email, no fic ideas, a banging headache, but am in a surprisingly good mood considering everything that has happened already this morning.

I can smell mint chocolate. Mmmm.

And I may have to write fic for hathy_col. Why do I put myself in these odd situations?

And the more things change...

"If you let me,
I could love you to death."

It's amazing how nice bagels and cheese are. It's amazing how nice cheese is, in fact. I love cheese. Except the Brie Becca likes and Edam, because I'm never sure whether I like it or not.
And what's yet more astonishing is the fact I'm even talking about cheese. I am breaking all rules known to mankind and drinking coffee whilst typing this. I would be eating a bagel-and-cheese, but I've eaten it.
My headache, however, remains, so I think I will have to traipse off towards the sample cupboard downstairs in a minute. "Sample" because it contains samples of every pharmaceutical drug in the creation.

The afternoon passed without incident. Have now finished my history syllabus on a note of irony that is irritating me. Two years ago, we began the syllabus with the words "At the beginning of the twentieth century, Europe was firmly divided into two armed camps."
The last line in my notes?
"Europe was now firmly divided into two hostile, armed camps."
This was in 1955. Fifty years of history, two world wars, economic depression all over the place, the rise and fall of fascism, the rise and rise of communism, two years of syllabus, fifteen topics, and as Pedar would put it, the more things change, the more they stay the same.

I will get over it. Right now it bothers me. Or it could be the headache talking, I'm not sure.

School of thought

Gah.
J'ai mal de tete. Circumflexes are a bitch, and no way in hell will I dig out the character map at this point. I had to wait until Astitiva; Ek Prem Kahani was over until I got a chance to prise Pedar off his laptop. It's a workable theory - he clings to the computer at this time, hiding, and I lurk in my room, hiding, whilst my mother watches in open-mouthed awe as the adventures of Blue Sari Mother-In-Law, In The Closet Photographer Guy and Pretty But Bitchy unfold once again. No wonder my family are so hopelessly dysfunctional.

In other, more cheerful news, all hail Am-Chau, who has just joined the Leigh and Raven and Meredith Hawkeyekilledhimselfatsomepointafter1953 school of thought. I am so all for this. Don't know why everyone associates Hawkeye with suicide, especially as thoughts of Daniel Jackson are coming into my head and he's the one who tried to commit suicide in canon. Imagine what would have happened if Daniel had leapt off that balcony. There's another plot-bunny you gave me, you snaky bitch (no offence). I don't need plot bunnies, I need a frontal lobotomy. Or at the very least I need some paracetamol. My head fucking hurts.

Need, need, need. Plot bunnies abound today, though I am not watching that episode again. Surely as a fandom ex-patriate I deserve to watch episodes for pleasure and not stark raving terror.

Well... it's now a quarter past nine and I have done nothing but bitch about my headache. Time to read To Kill a Mockingbird, methinks.