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Thanks Blogger, you're a real fucking help. I'll piss in your coffee.

I can seriously not be fucking assed re-typing the entire post I wrote that you fucking never saved. Yes, YOU.

So, instead of that, I'm going to listen to this:

Combi

Doctor Turner keeps referencing documentaries and Sammie and I cannot help ourselves but laugh. Saying that, neither can Holly next to use who giggles when the word "sex" is mentioned. Oh, and shame on us: We've scarred Paula with our talkings of people. We're doing 1984, which isn't as bad as I had first suspected.

Our artwork is being assessed sometime this week, and I've practically done everything. Still need an object for my still life, which isn't the most exciting of tasks. I thought a mask, but my mum's are all freaky. There is a nice one, but I don't want to take it anyway. So I just end up spending time browsing flickr and Veer for an idea.
Okay, pomegranates, passion fruit and wine it is. :]

These are really the only two interesting subjects I have, tbh. That's why they get the most reports.

"Photographing a cake can be art" —Irving Penn

Yas!

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Someone's Not Being Who They Usually Are

And that's pretty annoying.

The other one should perish.

Thinkings

"I wonder what she's thinking."

On my travel across the city, I couldn't help but stare out and think philosophically. Yeah. Anyway, the south cide of the city is really rather derelict. I'm sure I seen some prostitutes, which reminded me of the hitch hiker on FOB.

*Laughs at taps*

Dyssomnia

"Attempting to force oneself through 9–5 life with DSPS has been compared to constantly living with 6 hours of jet lag." There's not melatonin in my system.

The school obviously fails to notice that I keep falling asleep in class and that I am ocassionaly late. They probably think I'm being lazy, the bastards. It's that arse in the office.

Nothing interesting has happened lately, doing poetry in English which is far better than The Crucible. Art: I've moved onto pastel which I utterly utterly detest. Biology: Moved onto respiration and the Kreb Cycle, finally! No more enzymes >_> Even though I liked that because it was easy.

No one seems to notice that the formula for energy content is the exact same formula for enthalpy. Which, technically, it is, but everyone is oblivious to it. And they [probably] say I am sleepy/lazy/unaware.

Next People:
• November 6th
• December 19th
• January 16th

Costumes!

I'm already worrying about this Children In Need, 2007 (which is Friday, 16th November, by the way, foo') thing, and have been researching costumes. So I shall just go as a Roman, and I wish they'd announce when we need to have our costumes in/or if we're even doing it this year; since I am ordering mine from the US. ¬_¬

He looks like Tony from Skins.

Crack

I will kill that ugly junkie.

The Monologues

Chiefly, I was late to arrive in school and was worried that Gryffy would give me into a row (how archaic) for being late as he has already sent a letter home to me the previous year. (My mother calls him Mr. Gryffindor, and we frequently laugh about him.) But we're learning about patterns in the period table which is a bit boring, even coming from someone who enjoys and can tolerate chemistry. He did say "Buckyball" in his accent though.

Art was rather boring also, as I've been told to continually texturize my painting, but I can't keep doing that when I'm not even finished! Painting is annoying. But I like my painting because I love the blend of cold colours it has. It reminds me of Mint Skittles.

Biology, just sitting doing questions for 50 minutes. For the remainder, Miss Fyfe asked us to come up with an idea on how to revise for biology. I suggested we make a Trivial Pursuit (this was only in my head). We've also to bring in minor Halloween costumes for the 1st November!

English has gotten much better. I love poetry. Especially olden-days type. I shall certainly not be doing The Crucible in the final exam; it's boring and de-rails a lot. Me and Sammie have discovered that we're really boring and watch lots of documentaries about Wolf Boys and Hairy People.

In maths, the most oddest thing I heard Mr. Barr say was "Yes, her top's a beautiful colour, but it seems to be homosexuals who like those colours". Yeah. I was rather schocked actually; just seems odd/twisted for a man of Barr's age or persona to utter the word "homosexual".

On my arrival home, I was devistated to realise Steve has left Placebo.