The Torn and the Faded

I don't mean to be blunt, but why don't you fuck off?

20 November 2005

Feeling hot hot hot!

Ok, so despite the fact that it is apparently freezing outside, I am inside currently and I am boiling! I feel like I am actually burning! This would be due to the fact that I am wrapped up like a Christmas present in preparation for going out shortly. The dad's gf (commonly known as Rebecca) and I shall be going for our fifth-ish riding lesson in about ten minutes, and she said it'd be very cold out today, so she was very kind and lent me a lot of warm stuff.
I am wearing, read this and weep cold people! :
an aqua vest top
an aqua-and-pink stiped thermal long-sleeved top which I had to tuck into my trousers to stop it showing under the fleece...
a brown long-sleeved top
and a purple fleece
I also have on :
long stripey socks past my knees
thick green and orange thermal socks
purple thermal trousers
and black Pineapple dance trousers
Yes, I am wearing the height of fashion right now. Just imagine all of that with a pair of green wellies and you'll be sobbing in envy. You'll all be wearing this soon I can tell!
And now I shall wish myself luck, in riding and in wearing all this stuff, and say toodlepip, which is apparently something that isn't said often enough.

04 November 2005

You will only be yourself when you can never be yourself...

Well...this was gonna be happy buzzy babble, but I left it too long, and happy buzz has now faded out. So...today was a good day, even if it was school. You don't get many good school days, and today was one of mine.
In Guidance, me and Hannah sorted out our Operation Christmas Child box thing, which was really fun. We both brought all the stuff we were meant to bring, except I got to school and I was sitting in the library talking to Sam and I suddenly realised I'd forgotten the wrapping paper...so in Guidance someone said that Mr Meij (no idea who to spell his name, but you say it like May...weird. And Jordan kept saying he was South African or Russian...bit of a big difference there) might have some paper that we could borrow, but, being the wusses that we are, we didn't wanna go, since one of us would have to go by ourselves...and that was scary...OOO twas Mr Featherstone who suggested it. So...since neither of us wanted to go, and Jordan wanted to go out for some reason anyway...Hannah asked him if he'd go get the wrapping paper for us, which he was actually really nice and did. Sometimes he's not a dick.
And then...I think we wasted about half an hour messing around outside the classroom. We had a table, and I was sitting on the table swinging my legs and chatting and being pretty useless (except for finding the end of the cellotape loads of times...Hannah kept losing it, poor dear) while Hannah wrapped the box and the lid and tore the tape with her teeth and swallowed loads of it or something, I dunno I didn't really follow that part... About five people got sent out of Glenville's lesson. Twas very funny. Jamie BB came over to talk to us...more to Hannah than to me, since he doesn't know me, but he knew my name, which I found weird, but anyway... He was sent out for chair duelling with some dude called Ben...I dunno. It sounded like fun, and he grabbed this chair and showed us, only Hannah was wrapping so she didn't see. But I was amused. So I laughed then. And that was only the start.
Mr Featherstone snuck up behind Hannah when she was talking to herself about...probably wrapping paper. It had cute little spacemen on it and Rudolphs and Santas...yeah dunno why there were spacemen... And I think I called them spaceshipmen or something equally retarded. So he snuck right up behind her and got really close and I just sat there and watched and I didn't say anything...then he said something and he was like right in her ear, and it makes him seem like a perv, but he's really not, he just loves to freak people out... So she jumped and I pissed myself laughing, as did Jamie, but then he went back in his classroom...

Yeah I really can't be arsed with this. I had a good day, no one's gonna bother reading this, what's the fucking point?