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Today was probably one of the best days in school, I think. Despite being accosted by Gryffy in the corridor about a stupid "Unit Three Prelim", staying behind in art for an extra... uhm four and a half hours... was quite good. Thorburn even bought us two pizzas and Coke!

Good lord

"On Tuesday 4th March S5 Life skills pupils took part in a 'Masterchef' invention test. Each pupil was given an identical tray of ingredients plus access to the store cupboards. underway.

At the end, Mr Cunningham arrived to be chief judge and after much deliberation Derek Welsh was announced as winner and John Lyon as runner-up.

John's hot potato salad and chunky banana muesli."

I retched too; just those words of "John's hot potato salad" - and the thought of such a person procuring it - is absolutely revolting. Come on, LOOK at it! (I actually mean L@.@K.) Looks like a lump of white shite. Maybe that was a bit harsh... Looks like a lump of chalk.

There was an Anthony Hopkins film on last night, which was okay, but it was a bit crap.

Yesterday was 4/20, and Neil Burns et al was a day too late! After school, I do not want to be wafted in the face with a giant puff of GANJA smoke. Officious bastard.

On another note, I've noticed this:

Although inspired in part by true characters and people, the above picture is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event.

I don't believe it

I do actually: Not ten minutes ago I was awoken by my arse-y neighbours for playing Whitney Houston, Huey Lewis & The News and Genesis. If only they'd do this at 7.40 then I'd never be late for school.

Objective: To buy jacket today.

Thought Pool

I am extremely, extremely dissapointed that, despite the recent trend in Little Miss/Mr Men and retro cartoon t-shirts, that there is no Wacky Races t-shirts! (I have found some, but none are mainstream.) Bloody outrageous.

Anyway I have an entire backlog of school stuff to do AND I need to buy another pomegranate. It'll be the third one I'll kill. This week has had nothing interesting, need to complete silly portfolio, ie endless watercolouring.

I had to phone the police last night as the branchy neighbours were starting their shenanigans again. She started moaning about how she's had a broken nose, he just keeps shouting and swearing at her. (They were playing Will Young earlier on and the Wilkinson Sword/Shocking Blue "Venus" (both sang/shouted in staccato and seperate lines).) It really was quite laughable.

I've bought more Bret Easton Ellis novels; I have the entire collection now. >_> My thesis will probably be on them.

And I've just had a horrid flashback of a TV show some time about about unusual jobs, and it was in a farm and it subjected on a fat man with large sideburns directing sexual gratification. It was quite grotesquely funny.

I need a new jacket, computer and I still haven't read 1984.