This morning nothing exciting like dead badgers or packing for the wrong week happened, although i did awake this morning thinking i was in somebody else’s bedroom as i could see the floor, normally hidden under a mountain of clothes and i haven't quite got used to having new wardrobes yet, but it still was a bit of a shock. I also thought i was blind but that was because i couldn't open my eyes properly but after quick wash with a flannel i could see again what a miracle!
Channel 4 is having a 3-d week next week! not a 4-d week as was discussed in the car, which then made my gran go off on one about the good old days in London, when they had huge cinema screens and also about when she went to school they never had more than 1 hour of a lesson at a time, she thinks the new school system is pants! Speaking of which my gran used to do p.e in her knickers, knitted of course and she once locked a teacher in cupboard cos she thought it was her friend, turns out my dearest grandmamma was quite the naughty one at her school.
I had triple ict today which i still happen to be failing and getting a mere 15/40 which equates to a u, oh dear. At break we had a rather delightful convo involving Freddie endeans moustache, *shudder* which we concluded should be shaved off and should most definitely no be touched, although Jay did apparently give it an electric shock in science, Michael made quite a humorous comment which was something along the lines of "i wouldn’t touch that with a barge pole, ewww it's so gross, actually i might whack it with a barge pole, i bet you can get quite a momentum on one of those" to which we all sniggered. the next topic was the ups and downs of Bassets and Haribo jelly babies, and which is, personally i like both but y'know, it involved eating the Haribo type so i was happy, mmm Haribo.
French was a waffle (Rofl Jonathan Ross stylie, not the real kind but that would be lush! mmm waffle) we had exam prep and practice my 2 favourite p's in French all the others hurt. After about 10 minute of the p's the Fox and i glazed over and did our nails instead and when we ran out of nails we did Ben Horner’s instead, he now has better nails than any guys in our year courtesy of Alice and I. During our 5 minute break, which we get in the 2 hours of French, all the boys went out to the toilets for a whiff of old Toby, a potion they concocted in yr 8 and mainly consisting of rubbish, leaves and some un-mentionable things. All of the boys came back joking that they had probably given Ben a too bigger whiff of old Toby, quote Morgs "that stuff's fatal". but when he didn't come back we all, Alice and i anyway, thought he had collapsed. he re-appeared 2 minutes later explaining that Barnaby wills had dropped his belt buckle down the toilet and had to fish it out, ewww, this lead to rather alot of poo stories, Steph would've loved it!
then back to Ict for another hour, Abi had managed, out of the three hours we had had of Ict today, to create a song or beat anyway with bits of our voices that she had recorded, c'est vraiment tres gut, jai ich parle le allemand (yes, i know half of it is in german). i had managed to flash this lesson, the movie thing on the computer not the lifting my top up type I’m not sure Mr merrick would apeachiate that, this was after hours of kicking it, praying at it, cursing it and then staring at the computer screen willing it to work, after the later didn't do the trick and i decided to ask for help instead. 1000000000000000 billion slides later it was home time :)
when at home, after a rather frustrating queing in the bank to put money in, go to co-op to top-up, card not working incident, i decided a nice chillax facebook and such like session was in order. My laptop and t'internet had other ideas, i kicked it, screamed at it, i plugged, i unplugged, i re plugged, then after giving up it worked and stopped, work---stopped, then stopped and finally worked again for a bit. I'm sure i positively repel technology or all technigilogical items have something against me or a pact.
Sadly it was tea and eating and typing is not a good look especially when its fajita. the tea conversation was riveting and went, oww,oww,oww salsa in ulcer, oh no i dropped my plate, Naomi, you complete plonker! don't worry you can have the rest of my chicken, oww oww oww ulcer, oh no, lack of cheese that means ill have to have just gravy, salsa and lettuce, oww for goodness sakes stupid ulcer. oh no left it in the microwave for too long now its all gooey, sigh.
as you can see we had the most amazing convo ever, and oww it did hurt. The ulcer was in relation to the one in my mouth and anything, yes, anything even slightly acidic sets it off, even mouthwash, sigh, the even worse thing is that every time this happens it feels like alot of very tiny, smaller then Emily which probably is the problem, angry people are having a lets smash stuff up sesh, in my mouth and yes, it hurts,
another revelation today was that if i push all my hair back from my face it looks my natural colour, which is scary cos it hasn't been that colour for quite a while, surprisingly though it is quite dark now and brown NOT ginger!!! in my head all day there has been a rather stupid debate Brown? or Blonde? I’m thinking brown.... no, wait blonde, actually i don't know. My personal advisor, who goes by many names mainly Midget gem, shrimp and Naomi, reckons blonde suits me as a i can say stupid things sometimes "the stupid'o'meter just went off the scale, actually Tamsin i think you broke it" this was in relation to the microwave incident when i mircowaved a yoghurt pot with the metallic lid still on and then it exploded, and she also reckons "you should have been born blonde", I don't know the reason for this? On the other hand my other Shrimp, Em reckons I should go natural cos then I wouldn't be 'fake' anymore, fake? moi?, she then started to speak in what she called an American accent so i glazed over and didn't really hear the rest.
well I’m off people so i guess I’ll see you around, maybe, sometime, well this is awkward......
love you really
Tamsin xxx
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