Stuff. Pop Idol.

It wasn't as cold today. Which isn't to say it wasn't bloody freezing; it really was. And the common room was horribly cold, and I had a Biology mock, and so I arrived at school in a generally bad mood. In addition to that, I saw almost nothing of Becca today. She's been very busy in the last few days in the soundbox, and while I've had the Big Read to cope with, that's over now. However, the school's version of Pop Idol was today. That made tech-type stuff very important, so Becca didn't come to the magazine committee meeting. The magazine committee is the other committee I am in, and they want me to write something about Cabaret. Fair enough. I'll just re-write the relevant LJ entry.

Continuing with the theme, I went to English next, and got my coursework back. This is the short story piece, that I eventually wrote on the theme of multi-culturalism, and Mrs O'Connor loved it. I was surprised at how nice she was about it; all her comments are beta-type suggestions rather than you-must-do-this!, so I'm happy. I will need to add bits and write a commentary later, but I'm okay with that.

At lunch, I was a Nice Person and got some sandwiches and cookies for Becca and Julie in the soundbox. As you do, I went round the upstairs way and bypassed the crowds of people going in, and found most of the people in the first act milling around in front of the soundbox. I shoved my way through, avoided knocking over the lights, and put the food on the table in the soundbox. So far, so good. But then Julie came out, fluttered her eyelashes and asked me to be a doll and go and turn off the main lights. I did, but without thinking. If the lights were being turned out, then that meant the thing was starting, and if the thing was starting, I couldn't get out again.

So I had no choice but to stay up there, perched in the dim light of the soundbox windows, and watch the show. It was quite good. The first act was by the sixth form committee themselves, to... wait for it... Sundown. By S Club 8. Bubblegum for the ears, but really quite cool. Maggie's pants split. Hee. The singing acts that followed were all lacklustre and forgettable... until we got to The Band. Oh, my... The Band. They were utterly butterly fantastic. They had no backing, played their own guitars, the drummer went at it so hard one of his cymbals went flying off into the audience; they rocked. Literally, figuratively, rocked.

But they didn't win. One of the pop acts won. I was slightly disappointed by that.

And after that I had to go to Politics, and then the Biology mock. Which was Not Good. I know no Biology and I suck.

And that is everything. I went to see Tony again today; he says he'll ring me tomorrow. If he says "No" again, I will get angry and throw things.