Jellyfish and sweets
Oct. 13th, 2003 05:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenI don't have much to say about today. Becca, Bev and everyone else, it seems, have been on the geography field trip and I haven't had a lot of people to talk to. A few things have happened - one of which was my being chased by some Upper Fours who wanted to know why jellyfish do not have skeletons. They said Mrs Miller told them to find out. Some questioning revealed this to be the same Mrs Miller as the one who teaches me Chemistry, and I would have told them the answer if I knew it, but I didn't. I therefore told them that jellyfish have no skeletons so they don't make crunchy noises when they sit on them, and that seemed to amuse them (the Upper Fours, not the jellyfish) somewhat.
I didn't have anyone to go to General or lunch with, and I ought to have skived the former, but for some reason didn't. I wish I had, now. Pointless as all-get-out, particularly the language. Everyone who could do it for GCSE still can do it, and everyone who couldn't do it for GCSE still can't. Simplicity itself. Similarly for the arts essay - if you can do it, you can do it. If you can't you can't. If you care I've never met you. General is teh suck.
I don't believe I just said that. Excuse me while I scrub my mind out with the OED.
As I said, I had no-one to go to lunch with. I did consider going out, but that would be even sadder, having no-one to go with, even if Sayers are still selling those gingerbread bats. In the end I went into school lunch and got screamed at by Mrs Phillips. Again. The woman's still cracked on the subject of lunch passes, which have not been issued. She has this strange power of making you believe you have to shout at her or the world will end, ie:
"WHERE'S YOUR LUNCH PASS!"
"I haven't-got-one-leavemaloneaaaaargh!"
And lunch was a bit crap in itself. I don't think I like jacket potatoes.
I don't think I like Biology, either. Mrs Rice-Oxley has spent several days trying to explain the concept of water potentiality. I still don't get it. Nevermind. I get "isotonic." She happened to mention the main cause of a headache is dehydration. Perfect feed, wasn't it? On that note, I discreetly slipped out and headed for the water fountain. When I got back, I found out the rest of the class were ready to treat me as a scientific experiment. "Is your headache gone yet?"
"No!"
"Now?"
"How about now?"
"Aaaargh. No."
It may then be inferred that I didn't quite feel up to explaining to Mrs Miller why her Upper Four Biology class have gone into detail about the crunchiness of jellyfish. Thankfully, she found it as amusing as everyone else. I still like Chemistry. I'm still strange. I don't like having tests, though, and I have an overabundance of them. Blah.
Because most of my friends were up hills, I spent a lot of today in my own little world, idly reading Thief of Time and eating too much junk. I've rediscovered my old love for penny sweets. I love them. Particularly the four-pence strawberries, but also cola bottles and foam bananas and rhubarb-and-custards and rosy apples and blackcurrant liquorice. Ooh, and chocolate limes. Although you have to buy those last ones by weight, and I have no idea how much an ounce or a pound actually is.
That is all besides the point. I got home not long ago and realised I'd eaten all the strawberry thingits. This is not good. I'll have to get some more tomorrow.
And one last thing - the icon. Pretty, ne? I'm having a complete icon revamp, so expect randomness as I make my mind up. Times like these that I discover anew how much I love my paid account.
I didn't have anyone to go to General or lunch with, and I ought to have skived the former, but for some reason didn't. I wish I had, now. Pointless as all-get-out, particularly the language. Everyone who could do it for GCSE still can do it, and everyone who couldn't do it for GCSE still can't. Simplicity itself. Similarly for the arts essay - if you can do it, you can do it. If you can't you can't. If you care I've never met you. General is teh suck.
I don't believe I just said that. Excuse me while I scrub my mind out with the OED.
As I said, I had no-one to go to lunch with. I did consider going out, but that would be even sadder, having no-one to go with, even if Sayers are still selling those gingerbread bats. In the end I went into school lunch and got screamed at by Mrs Phillips. Again. The woman's still cracked on the subject of lunch passes, which have not been issued. She has this strange power of making you believe you have to shout at her or the world will end, ie:
"WHERE'S YOUR LUNCH PASS!"
"I haven't-got-one-leavemaloneaaaaargh!"
And lunch was a bit crap in itself. I don't think I like jacket potatoes.
I don't think I like Biology, either. Mrs Rice-Oxley has spent several days trying to explain the concept of water potentiality. I still don't get it. Nevermind. I get "isotonic." She happened to mention the main cause of a headache is dehydration. Perfect feed, wasn't it? On that note, I discreetly slipped out and headed for the water fountain. When I got back, I found out the rest of the class were ready to treat me as a scientific experiment. "Is your headache gone yet?"
"No!"
"Now?"
"How about now?"
"Aaaargh. No."
It may then be inferred that I didn't quite feel up to explaining to Mrs Miller why her Upper Four Biology class have gone into detail about the crunchiness of jellyfish. Thankfully, she found it as amusing as everyone else. I still like Chemistry. I'm still strange. I don't like having tests, though, and I have an overabundance of them. Blah.
Because most of my friends were up hills, I spent a lot of today in my own little world, idly reading Thief of Time and eating too much junk. I've rediscovered my old love for penny sweets. I love them. Particularly the four-pence strawberries, but also cola bottles and foam bananas and rhubarb-and-custards and rosy apples and blackcurrant liquorice. Ooh, and chocolate limes. Although you have to buy those last ones by weight, and I have no idea how much an ounce or a pound actually is.
That is all besides the point. I got home not long ago and realised I'd eaten all the strawberry thingits. This is not good. I'll have to get some more tomorrow.
And one last thing - the icon. Pretty, ne? I'm having a complete icon revamp, so expect randomness as I make my mind up. Times like these that I discover anew how much I love my paid account.
