I've lost my phone!
Sep. 20th, 2002 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenIt has been a fucking awful day.
Yes, it had its brighter moments - feedback for Ascendare astris for one, but mostly the day sucked. We had a passable asssmbly - actually more than passable, as it was delivered by Mrs Wadsworth on the subject of honesty - highly ironic as it later turned out.
After lunch I had a quite unintentional fight with Vicky Brade. She jumped on me and hugged me, and suddenly I snapped and decided I'd had enough with her. So I tried to stamp on her feet, but I'm too light - it didn't work. So I twisted my way out of her grip, hissing something that I have quite honestly forgotten - thinking back, it was probably "Get your filthy hands off me" or something like that. Anyway, I went back and hit her as hard as I could on the shoulder - a bad move as it turned out. She came back, shouted "Slag!" at me and kicked me, hard. I can't remember this part either, but according to Becca, I said quietly, "Look who's talking," at her and walked back to our formroom. Also according to Becca, I then started shrieking about my leg. Seriously, I can't walk properly. I think she may have kicked me right on one of my tendons.
Vicky came back a couple of times, but I didn't hit her and she didn't hit me. But Becky Branton came to see me - saying I had saved her from being tormented by Vicky, and she was grateful. I was surprised, but I think I may have made an enemy. People like this girl can hurt me physically - hell, I know that now, limping everywhere - but I just feel so much contempt for her. She came up to me and said, "Iona, I'm gonna twat you."
I said something sarcastic about her vocabulary, and she was going to hit me again, but got distracted. I think I shouldn't hit her. She can hit me, but as long as I don't touch her, I'll always be right. The only drawback to that plan is just how much it's going to hurt....
But that's not really the worst part of my day. In a nutshell, I have lost my phone!
I love that phone - I want it back. Can anyone remember what I did with it when I took it out of my pocket after lunch? I looked everywhere - and if it never turns up again I don't know what I'm going to do. It's not insured any more - and besides, it's my phone, I want it back!
If anyone sees it - it's a small silver Nokia 8210, with the word "Raven" as the logo.
And now I'm going to limp downstairs and ring it to see if anyone picks up. I really wish it wasn't on silent.
Yes, it had its brighter moments - feedback for Ascendare astris for one, but mostly the day sucked. We had a passable asssmbly - actually more than passable, as it was delivered by Mrs Wadsworth on the subject of honesty - highly ironic as it later turned out.
After lunch I had a quite unintentional fight with Vicky Brade. She jumped on me and hugged me, and suddenly I snapped and decided I'd had enough with her. So I tried to stamp on her feet, but I'm too light - it didn't work. So I twisted my way out of her grip, hissing something that I have quite honestly forgotten - thinking back, it was probably "Get your filthy hands off me" or something like that. Anyway, I went back and hit her as hard as I could on the shoulder - a bad move as it turned out. She came back, shouted "Slag!" at me and kicked me, hard. I can't remember this part either, but according to Becca, I said quietly, "Look who's talking," at her and walked back to our formroom. Also according to Becca, I then started shrieking about my leg. Seriously, I can't walk properly. I think she may have kicked me right on one of my tendons.
Vicky came back a couple of times, but I didn't hit her and she didn't hit me. But Becky Branton came to see me - saying I had saved her from being tormented by Vicky, and she was grateful. I was surprised, but I think I may have made an enemy. People like this girl can hurt me physically - hell, I know that now, limping everywhere - but I just feel so much contempt for her. She came up to me and said, "Iona, I'm gonna twat you."
I said something sarcastic about her vocabulary, and she was going to hit me again, but got distracted. I think I shouldn't hit her. She can hit me, but as long as I don't touch her, I'll always be right. The only drawback to that plan is just how much it's going to hurt....
But that's not really the worst part of my day. In a nutshell, I have lost my phone!
I love that phone - I want it back. Can anyone remember what I did with it when I took it out of my pocket after lunch? I looked everywhere - and if it never turns up again I don't know what I'm going to do. It's not insured any more - and besides, it's my phone, I want it back!
If anyone sees it - it's a small silver Nokia 8210, with the word "Raven" as the logo.
And now I'm going to limp downstairs and ring it to see if anyone picks up. I really wish it wasn't on silent.
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on 2002-09-20 01:17 pm (UTC)I hope you find your phone sweets, sounds like an awesome phone. *sigh* And good luck with that girl too. Stick to your strategy, unless if it goes too far. Which she already has but your a strong dudette. :)~
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on 2002-09-20 02:37 pm (UTC)I really have lovely friends.