Thursday, August 26, 2004

'Who is this Jeff, and why are you so keen to wake him up? And WHY is everybody Wiggling?' [We Will Rock You]


Today was interesting. First of all, Wilson gave me 2000 white sticker label things, to use for purposes, whether they be evil...or good..

..mainly evil.

lol

He had 11000 or so at school, and apparently he found a whole lot more at home. They're moving house, you see, and they're getting rid of lots of rubbish.

Mm..stickers.

Still have no idea what I'm going to do with them.

Physics was a waste of time, no surprises there, and I basically sat and watched it fly over my head.

Chemestry is half making sense.

..the song 'Mothers Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys' deserves to be shot, and a book of correct grammar needs to be thrown and the person who wrote the lyrics.

Religion was horrible. The subject has no academic merit or use, and yet they insist on assessment.

I still haven't done that assignment, and I wouldn't do it, but she has the power of detention over me.

She asked us why we hadn't handed our assignments in, and tried to guilt me about what I had said a while back.

'Liam, you said you had other subjects that had set the exact same assignment, wouldn't it make it easier for you to do this one? Why haven't you done it?'

'...' *raise eyebrow* 'because of the assignments in the other subjects?'

'Well when are you going to hand it in?'

'...sometime this term?'

Complete lack of sarcasm, I was being honest. I regret opening my fat mouth. She looked like she was going to cry, and almost everyone was laughing as though I had said the funniest thing on the planet.

The class that afternoon was a complete and utter zoo.

Total embarassment.

Mrs Sturgeon has barely any respect, but seriously...there's no excuse.

Ah well, I didn't have a run in with Cleary today. Pompous Ass.

Yesterday, before seeing Queen, all us grade 12's showed up in smart casual clothes. Eg: nice jeans, nice collared button up shirts and such. Smart casual, what we were asked to wear.

While the others were in the 12 area, waiting to leave, I was in the keyboard labs, working on my art assignment.

Outside I could hear Cleary ranting about something or other to Mrs Timbs.

'Miss, have you SEEN what the grade twelves are WEARING? Disgraceful'

Turns out Mrs Timbs wanted us to wear ties and stuff, school dress standard.

That's light formal wear.

Bah.

What happens? Mrs Timbs says she's really disappointed, and that we should have followed her instructions.

I still find it interesting that the grade 12's all wore the same thing, while the 11's knew to wear shirts and ties.

Cleary becomes all smug about it. He's lucky my friend Mr Breakface, the baseball bat, wasn't there.

x.x;

Ah well. Karma was on our side. On the trip back, he was really, really ill.

Woot.

I'm such a lazy git.
*does RE*


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