The vampire child
Oct. 11th, 2002 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenIt would be only too easy to slashify Louis and Lestat. They already lie in coffins together and suck at each other's blood. Just a thought. Anyway.
This morning, Enid and I split up the Celebrations. I got the Maltesers, she got the Mars, we split up the Galaxy varieties, and threw the rest to the ravening hordes.
It was a peaceful day. Becca kept getting recognised - we were coming out of that deeply disturbing-and-relaxing-in-equal-proportions pilates class, and some girl shouted to her friend, "It's the girl with the funny face from the cheerleading dance!"
I'm glad she took it as a compliment. Even I got recognised a few times, as the irritable compere who wouldn't stop giving evil looks at people.
I'm tired now. At the bus stop, I was talking to Fidan, who suddenly looked up at a departing bus and said, "Shit! That's my bus!"
I thought she was kidding. She wasn't. Next thing we knew, she'd legged it down the street, bags flying everywhere, shrieking, "That's my bus!"
Thankfully they stopped to let her in. After that performance I don't think there was any way they could not have stopped.
Pedar picked me up the bus stop today. Before we came in, we found a prospectus thingit in the mailbox. Pedar has been thinking about what I should do after this year. He doesn't like Merchants' (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mtgs) - I know he doesn't. He thinks it's pretentious to a Basil Fawlty level. Yes, it is an independent school, yes it is very old (dates back to 1623, I think), but it's pretentious. Portions of its website are in Latin. So... I don't know what to do. I think I'll probably end up staying here until I'm eighteen, but Pedar won't be as happy about it as he could be. He thinks the school is the least woefully inadequate out of a pathetically bad bunch.
Anyway. I will probably stay. I couldn't go to a boarding school, because I don't think I could get away with many of my little eccentricites. Extremely odd sleeping patterns, aversion to sport, coffee addiction and forgetfulness about eating, just to begin with...
And before I disappear - a short tale from my shady past. Seven years ago, I was in a charitable mood, and thought I would say hello to the new girl. That decision has come back to haunt me many times, for that new girl is now an old friend. That said, say hello to Clare -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
osiris13. She is the last member of our little mailing circle to acquire a Livejournal, and I know she's begun her LJ career by having an old-fashioned rant about me, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowdrop24, and purplerainbow. She is a Stargate shipper, an extremely horsey person, and a constant in my life.
Need coffee. And new icons. Why is it so hard to find good icons? I only have six!
This morning, Enid and I split up the Celebrations. I got the Maltesers, she got the Mars, we split up the Galaxy varieties, and threw the rest to the ravening hordes.
It was a peaceful day. Becca kept getting recognised - we were coming out of that deeply disturbing-and-relaxing-in-equal-proportions pilates class, and some girl shouted to her friend, "It's the girl with the funny face from the cheerleading dance!"
I'm glad she took it as a compliment. Even I got recognised a few times, as the irritable compere who wouldn't stop giving evil looks at people.
I'm tired now. At the bus stop, I was talking to Fidan, who suddenly looked up at a departing bus and said, "Shit! That's my bus!"
I thought she was kidding. She wasn't. Next thing we knew, she'd legged it down the street, bags flying everywhere, shrieking, "That's my bus!"
Thankfully they stopped to let her in. After that performance I don't think there was any way they could not have stopped.
Pedar picked me up the bus stop today. Before we came in, we found a prospectus thingit in the mailbox. Pedar has been thinking about what I should do after this year. He doesn't like Merchants' (
mtgs) - I know he doesn't. He thinks it's pretentious to a Basil Fawlty level. Yes, it is an independent school, yes it is very old (dates back to 1623, I think), but it's pretentious. Portions of its website are in Latin. So... I don't know what to do. I think I'll probably end up staying here until I'm eighteen, but Pedar won't be as happy about it as he could be. He thinks the school is the least woefully inadequate out of a pathetically bad bunch.Anyway. I will probably stay. I couldn't go to a boarding school, because I don't think I could get away with many of my little eccentricites. Extremely odd sleeping patterns, aversion to sport, coffee addiction and forgetfulness about eating, just to begin with...
And before I disappear - a short tale from my shady past. Seven years ago, I was in a charitable mood, and thought I would say hello to the new girl. That decision has come back to haunt me many times, for that new girl is now an old friend. That said, say hello to Clare -
osiris13. She is the last member of our little mailing circle to acquire a Livejournal, and I know she's begun her LJ career by having an old-fashioned rant about me, snowdrop24, and purplerainbow. She is a Stargate shipper, an extremely horsey person, and a constant in my life.Need coffee. And new icons. Why is it so hard to find good icons? I only have six!
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on 2002-10-11 12:04 pm (UTC)Lots of people do, but I don't think you'd like the level of regulation and general jolly-good-show-chaps-ness.
It doesn't really matter where you do A-levels, as long as you're clever (which you are), unless you want to do Vet Sci or medicine.
So go where you're you're happy.