![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenThis morning seems so long ago it's like a dream. I can remember how dark it was, and I remember the radio, and I remember the blanket I took with me, and I remember thinking I'd never fallen asleep, but just become extremely drowsy, and I remember reaching home and updating my journal before falling asleep in my bed.
And then, I remember being woken up and getting out of bed, and reaching school. After that everything goes back to normal chronological order...
Becca is back. And in assembly, that cringeworthy message from Mrs Williams pretending to be me was read out, and unfortunately everyone seems to think I wrote it. I'm a writer, not a comedienne or Dale Winton. But it worked, that's the thing - I have found my phone. Not as in "someone's found it" or "someone's handed it in" but as in it's right here, in my pocket, just as it should be. That girl had handed it in to the office, who made me describe it before they'd let me have it. Quick five minute description from my sleep deprived self - "It's small, silver, Nokia 8210, the buttons are all worn down and it has the word 'Raven' as its logo..."
It was around that point the woman looked at me oddly, and said, "Who are you?"
I told her. She gave me the phone, although with bad grace.
I don't care, I have it back...
At breaktime, I seem to remember having a conversation with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilka about the squickiest slash pairings. I don't know how we got onto it, but in my humble opinion, the squickiest ones I've ever seen written down are in LOTR: Frodo/Sauron - ick. Squick. Also... huh? Frodo and Sauron? What were they thinking?
And there's the other one - in M*A*S*H - Frank/Radar. Child abuse. Ick-ick-ick. (I may have also imbuedlilka with plenty of disturbing mental imagery to get her through the day - *waves*).
Becca has gone to do her Chemistry coursework, and I'm going to go to lunch in a minute.
I'm leaving at half two this afternoon - Mrs Jones, no less, signed my permission form.
Next to me,stalker_girl is looking for pictures of AOL's Connie. Apparently, she gets to do an English talk on something she really really hates.
On reflection, my English classes suck.
Ooh, need a birthday present for Em. She's so hard to buy for! Not fair!
I don't feel tired yet. I guess it won't hit me until later.
I never write this much at lunchtime. Oh, well, whatever, nevermind.
And then, I remember being woken up and getting out of bed, and reaching school. After that everything goes back to normal chronological order...
Becca is back. And in assembly, that cringeworthy message from Mrs Williams pretending to be me was read out, and unfortunately everyone seems to think I wrote it. I'm a writer, not a comedienne or Dale Winton. But it worked, that's the thing - I have found my phone. Not as in "someone's found it" or "someone's handed it in" but as in it's right here, in my pocket, just as it should be. That girl had handed it in to the office, who made me describe it before they'd let me have it. Quick five minute description from my sleep deprived self - "It's small, silver, Nokia 8210, the buttons are all worn down and it has the word 'Raven' as its logo..."
It was around that point the woman looked at me oddly, and said, "Who are you?"
I told her. She gave me the phone, although with bad grace.
I don't care, I have it back...
At breaktime, I seem to remember having a conversation with
lilka about the squickiest slash pairings. I don't know how we got onto it, but in my humble opinion, the squickiest ones I've ever seen written down are in LOTR: Frodo/Sauron - ick. Squick. Also... huh? Frodo and Sauron? What were they thinking?And there's the other one - in M*A*S*H - Frank/Radar. Child abuse. Ick-ick-ick. (I may have also imbued
lilka with plenty of disturbing mental imagery to get her through the day - *waves*). Becca has gone to do her Chemistry coursework, and I'm going to go to lunch in a minute.
I'm leaving at half two this afternoon - Mrs Jones, no less, signed my permission form.
Next to me,
stalker_girl is looking for pictures of AOL's Connie. Apparently, she gets to do an English talk on something she really really hates.On reflection, my English classes suck.
Ooh, need a birthday present for Em. She's so hard to buy for! Not fair!
I don't feel tired yet. I guess it won't hit me until later.
I never write this much at lunchtime. Oh, well, whatever, nevermind.
