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Gingerbread bats
Oct. 1st, 2003 05:01 pmThe first piece of good news - my mp3 player is working again. Hopefully. This is good news because I am in actual withdrawal. I keep getting twitchy because it isn't in my pocket. Is it possible to love music too much?
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cucharita and I had a fire drill today, which is odd because we no longer go to the same school. I don't know anything about the one at KGV, but ours was unsettling enough. I was in Politics in the Business Studies room, and while I have always liked that room - clean, clear and airy, with large spreading beams that hold up several skylights that show nothing but sky - it has a hitherto undiscovered defect. When in it, you can't hear the fire alarm. It being a Politics lesson, we had about five minutes' reasoned debate as to whether or not the strange wailing sound was anything to worry about, but then someone thought to open the door and suddenly all the noise came rushing in - high-pitched screeching and a lot of people - and everyone decided at the same time that it might be an idea to get out.
It was only a drill, of course. Good thing, as it was as disorganised as ever and the only reason I found the way to go was the mufti flashes of colour from the sixth form. I found Becca, and we chatted a bit before she went off (morosely) to Geography and I returned to the tortures of the British Cabinet.
It being Wednesday, I had to suffer through Biology before me, Becca and Emma could go down to the village for lunch. We went to Sayers and Emma and I discovered something new - the Gingerbread Bat. It's much nice than a gingerbread man, as its wings are dipped in chocolate, and as it is only October 1st (I know, where did September go?) we can enjoy them for four more weeks before they stop selling them, after Hallowe'en.
Yes, I am sad enough to discuss gingerbread bats at such length. In my defence, they really are very nice and you should all got and try them (49p). Anyway. We spent a long time in the village, so when we got back Becca had to go straight to Fourfield, and I went to the computer room. I know hotmail and LJ and Yahoo!Groups are all blocked, but I did think I could get onto Fiction Alley (I could) and this other really cool thingit I don't believe I've mentioned in here yet. It's another HP (Sirius/Remus) challenge - called "Veils of Possibility", and that's here. Take a look and see what challenge I claimed! Because the site is brand new, I didn't expect it to be blocked. It was. I felt very much like breaking something. I didn't get a chance to, as it happened, because Miss Gow came in with her Lower Fours. She's teaching them Latin on the computer. I feel old. We did the Cambridge Latin Course in Lower Four with the aid of textbooks published in 1972.
Blaargh. I had to go to the Stroke Association, and it was boring today. They're planning to do a collage of an important Crosby landmark. The shortlist is the civic hall library (famous because it got bombed in 1945), the well (because it's probably been around since 1066) and the really big rock in Coronation Park (because it was dug up in a farmer's field nearby and is apparently half a meterorite).
I say, go for the rock.
And that's everything. I'm home, very tired, talking tocucharita and Danny and have discovered my LJ is being used to tell him what everyone thinks about him. I would, as I have said, used the opportunity to ask him out myself, but he still pings me as gay-best-friendish.
Such is life.
In other news, both
cucharita and I had a fire drill today, which is odd because we no longer go to the same school. I don't know anything about the one at KGV, but ours was unsettling enough. I was in Politics in the Business Studies room, and while I have always liked that room - clean, clear and airy, with large spreading beams that hold up several skylights that show nothing but sky - it has a hitherto undiscovered defect. When in it, you can't hear the fire alarm. It being a Politics lesson, we had about five minutes' reasoned debate as to whether or not the strange wailing sound was anything to worry about, but then someone thought to open the door and suddenly all the noise came rushing in - high-pitched screeching and a lot of people - and everyone decided at the same time that it might be an idea to get out.It was only a drill, of course. Good thing, as it was as disorganised as ever and the only reason I found the way to go was the mufti flashes of colour from the sixth form. I found Becca, and we chatted a bit before she went off (morosely) to Geography and I returned to the tortures of the British Cabinet.
It being Wednesday, I had to suffer through Biology before me, Becca and Emma could go down to the village for lunch. We went to Sayers and Emma and I discovered something new - the Gingerbread Bat. It's much nice than a gingerbread man, as its wings are dipped in chocolate, and as it is only October 1st (I know, where did September go?) we can enjoy them for four more weeks before they stop selling them, after Hallowe'en.
Yes, I am sad enough to discuss gingerbread bats at such length. In my defence, they really are very nice and you should all got and try them (49p). Anyway. We spent a long time in the village, so when we got back Becca had to go straight to Fourfield, and I went to the computer room. I know hotmail and LJ and Yahoo!Groups are all blocked, but I did think I could get onto Fiction Alley (I could) and this other really cool thingit I don't believe I've mentioned in here yet. It's another HP (Sirius/Remus) challenge - called "Veils of Possibility", and that's here. Take a look and see what challenge I claimed! Because the site is brand new, I didn't expect it to be blocked. It was. I felt very much like breaking something. I didn't get a chance to, as it happened, because Miss Gow came in with her Lower Fours. She's teaching them Latin on the computer. I feel old. We did the Cambridge Latin Course in Lower Four with the aid of textbooks published in 1972.
Blaargh. I had to go to the Stroke Association, and it was boring today. They're planning to do a collage of an important Crosby landmark. The shortlist is the civic hall library (famous because it got bombed in 1945), the well (because it's probably been around since 1066) and the really big rock in Coronation Park (because it was dug up in a farmer's field nearby and is apparently half a meterorite).
I say, go for the rock.
And that's everything. I'm home, very tired, talking to
cucharita and Danny and have discovered my LJ is being used to tell him what everyone thinks about him. I would, as I have said, used the opportunity to ask him out myself, but he still pings me as gay-best-friendish.Such is life.
