Monday, 4 June 2007 ♣
Hey again guys :D
It’s time to get back to school. Bah. I hate Mondays. It usually takes me until Friday to get used to the routine. Then it’s the weekends. RAVES :D And THEN I have to get back to Monday
I have something to admit to you guys .
I .
Love .
Garfield .
Yeah, I’m such a loser <3>
SORRY D:
Oh yeah, so it’s back to school. I’ll go scan my schedule for you <3>:l
Today, *Utter joy and ecstasy* we did a more… interesting project. Let me put it straight for you:
Your mission:
You are the ‘Milk Tray’ man. You have been parachuted from a plane 10,000 feet over the Severn Valley, near Malvern and Worcester. Unfortunately, you dropped your chocolates and they have scattered over the area shown on the Ordnance Survey Map!!!
Your lady love is expecting you any minute now.
Use the map and directions before taking them to your lady.
The first thing I spluttered was: ‘MY GOD. APPARENTLY, WE’VE BECOME A MILKMAN, AND WE’RE LESBIANS. GREAT .’
Then everyone started giggling, and Miss Burtenshaw started going all strict ._.;;
Abi and I were making faces at each other, and were swapping sarcasm.
‘You know, this is going to be a GREAT lesson, Trin.’
‘Yeah, Abi. I never knew that only ONE Cadbury shop existed in the entire England.’
‘Yep, Trin. Like why can’t he just pop down to the nearest sweet shop and get the chocolates, instead of running around the entire country?’
‘Today is the day I gain enlightenment. My sense of direction has been destroyed and recreated. Now let me get out of this madhouse and navigate my way home using a hang glider, a bomb and a couple of ‘planes.’
‘This is probably going to the best day of my entire life.’
Then Miss Burtenshaw explained that a long time ago, there was this WEIRD advert on TV for Cadbury Milk Tray CHOCOLATES. There’s this guy wearing all black [I interrupted with a cry of ‘EMO!] and like James Bond. His girl loves chocolates, and he delivers Milk Tray chocolates to her with a little note. Apparently, that advert played every 20 minutes. The girl’s teeth should have rotted by now.
Miss Burtenshaw-
-Has NO trace of fashion sense whatsoever.
- LOVES Purple
-LOVES Pink
-Drives a yellow mini
-Boring
-Tries to be funny
-Retard
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Next lesson-
DRAMA *__*
With Mrs Bower-Morris.
Today, there wasn’t any acting at ALL .
We just had to watch, not that it wasn’t both fun and enjoyable and boring as all hell, and I half fell asleep on Milly. First we had to watch two people perform for Trinity Guildhall, whatever crap it is. According to the people, they are going to perform it for some kind of drama exam. Those two were pretty experienced, but their scene was as sick as all hell.
They’re 2 old woman, with such TERRIBLE ACCENTS THAT I COULD BARELY DECIPHER WHAT THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT. They rant on about a guy called Billy, who sound like a dope. Then the older woman with the shaking hands starts coughing until I want to RETCH, and the other girl offers a handkerchief to her.
Next one…
PRESENTING-
ABI AND FLORENCE, aka Flo, aka Vicky, aka Victoria Miles, aka Loser, aka Retard, aka Cry baby, aka Moron, aka Bish, aka Wanabe, aka the-arse-trying-to-act-cool dubbed by Amy.
Flo is SUCH a prick. She thinks she is ‘it’, the ‘cool’ girl. She just tries too effing hard. HER VOICE. OH GODS . HOW DO I SAY THIS? Is so freaking AFFECTED. AND LIKE. SHE’LL NEVER BECOME AN ACTRESS, UNLESS SHE’S ONE OF THE BACKGROUND PEOPLE. For eff’s sake! And she also wants to be an ASTRONAUT. Excuse me, but I think you need to have-1. Bachelor's degree from an accredited institution in engineering, biological science, physical science, or mathematics. An advanced degree is desirable. Quality of academic preparation is important. 2. At least 1,000 hours pilot-in-command time in jet aircraft. Flight test experience is highly desirable. 3. Ability to pass a NASA space physical which is similar to a military or civilian flight physical and includes the following specific standards:
Distant visual acuity: 20/100 or better uncorrected, correctable to 20/20 each eye.
Blood pressure: 140/90 measured in a sitting position.
Height between 64 and 76 inches.
I did memorize all of that :]
Back to the thing.
It’s called ‘Daisy pulls it off’ and Flo’s daisy. They start off talking about a competition entry. And ‘Daisy’ is doing a poem called ‘The mediations of a light bulb’ Brilliant. Brava, ragazza! Then they sort of rant on about a picture of something, then Flo does this PATHETIC SENTENCE ‘Look here, Trixy. We need ideas! Let’s go down to the library.’
1. Since when do you go to the library for ideas?
2. You research in a library.
3. You aren’t supposed to talk so loudly in a library.
Then it ends soppily, under a table,
P.E .
Rounders.
Basically, hit a ball, run for it, and see how many times you make it from the base and back. The other people have to get the ball and throw it to the bowler. The bowler is the person who throws the ball. The fielder is the person who hits the ball. I injured my fingernail._;
The teacher, Miss Taylor is rumoured to be a witch. She has a witch nose, and basically acts like one too ;D
Lunch was macaroni cheese, my FAVOURITE <3>:l Then Milly stole the last one from me, ate it, and said ‘OH YUCK. IT’S SOUR!’ Eheh ;D
French.
Madame Jamison gave us our listening comprehension today. Everyone was sure they failed. I AM SURE I FALED T_T
I never learnt the pets ._.
History was just revising. Pretty easy, I guess ;D
Well, the best thing that happened today was..
NO HOMEWORK <33
By the way.
I don't understand about the entire 'love' thing.
Here's a simple diagram explaining what love when you're 12 years old.
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