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Natural pessimism; and basketball
Feb. 10th, 2004 05:40 pmNot a good day, overall. My not-understanding of almost everything I'm being taught continues apace, and it's discouraging and depressing in equal proportions. I keep on falling asleep in lessons as well, probably because I don't seem to be able to sleep at night. I kept on having bizarre dreams and waking up last night; it wasn't pleasant. This morning in Chemistry, probably from lack of sleep, I started getting positively emotional about reaction mechanisms and shocked a few people by my blatant pessimism. I'm not a natural pessimist. Just not a happy bunny, and I'm not really sure why.
I talked to Patrick last night. I only meant to talk to him for a few minutes, because Pedar was on call and averse to my tying up the landline, but somehow or other we talked about all kinds of crap for about forty-five minutes, which was nice. We don't talk about anything in particular, really; I'm always slightly afraid that he's going to eventually discover how anti-social and screwed-up I can be and run for the hills. And I wouldn't like that to happen; I like him very much.
That's neither here nor there. Today, again: it didn't begin well, there was a rehearsal at lunch that was an abject failure, and I went with Fidan to the basketball club, which proved to be the sole highlight of the entire day. I haven't done anything resembling organised sport since it ceased to be compulsory eight months ago, but after all this laziness, I almost feel as if I ought to do something active. So I went to watch on the sidelines today, and actually got sucked in; it was very fast-moving and exciting and I enjoyed it. I will join the club after half term; will have to acquire an actual pair of trainers before then.
Going back to the rehearsal for a moment, Mr Wood came in and yelled at us all not to swear - "I heard a b-word!" - because the new headmistress was walking round. "Miserable old cow," he added, and retreated. I saw her later, looking lost and going the wrong way round the one-way system. I was amused. The thirds had decided not to correct her and let her cope with the chaos at the top of the stairs.
And that's everything. The afternoon was uneventful, featured Mr Evans shouting about local government and Rice-Oxley talking about plasmids. The trains were all delayed, so I had to wait in the cold on the platform before I could go home. Julie was there, so we kept each other company for a while, but in the end I caught the train and walked home from Freshfield. I'm now very very hungry. And still rather displeased with the whole world. I don't know why. I'm looking forward to half term. I want to see Patrick, and definitely see Hannah, and the Stargate Monday will be fun. By the way, everyone who's going to that should see this comment on my last post.
Lastly, a poll. I'm revamping my userinfo for what seems like the third time this month, and would really like some comments about me, the more random/appropriate the better. Thanks.
[Poll #246599]
I talked to Patrick last night. I only meant to talk to him for a few minutes, because Pedar was on call and averse to my tying up the landline, but somehow or other we talked about all kinds of crap for about forty-five minutes, which was nice. We don't talk about anything in particular, really; I'm always slightly afraid that he's going to eventually discover how anti-social and screwed-up I can be and run for the hills. And I wouldn't like that to happen; I like him very much.
That's neither here nor there. Today, again: it didn't begin well, there was a rehearsal at lunch that was an abject failure, and I went with Fidan to the basketball club, which proved to be the sole highlight of the entire day. I haven't done anything resembling organised sport since it ceased to be compulsory eight months ago, but after all this laziness, I almost feel as if I ought to do something active. So I went to watch on the sidelines today, and actually got sucked in; it was very fast-moving and exciting and I enjoyed it. I will join the club after half term; will have to acquire an actual pair of trainers before then.
Going back to the rehearsal for a moment, Mr Wood came in and yelled at us all not to swear - "I heard a b-word!" - because the new headmistress was walking round. "Miserable old cow," he added, and retreated. I saw her later, looking lost and going the wrong way round the one-way system. I was amused. The thirds had decided not to correct her and let her cope with the chaos at the top of the stairs.
And that's everything. The afternoon was uneventful, featured Mr Evans shouting about local government and Rice-Oxley talking about plasmids. The trains were all delayed, so I had to wait in the cold on the platform before I could go home. Julie was there, so we kept each other company for a while, but in the end I caught the train and walked home from Freshfield. I'm now very very hungry. And still rather displeased with the whole world. I don't know why. I'm looking forward to half term. I want to see Patrick, and definitely see Hannah, and the Stargate Monday will be fun. By the way, everyone who's going to that should see this comment on my last post.
Lastly, a poll. I'm revamping my userinfo for what seems like the third time this month, and would really like some comments about me, the more random/appropriate the better. Thanks.
[Poll #246599]
