Super Jessie

Much talk of hobos...

Ah, the past two days have been fun.

It started off with the usual school thang. We had assembly with this bloke called “David”. Heh, that reminds me of last week’s assembly. I was sitting next to Emma and this vicar man was saying all this boring crap about… something, and then he was saying you can rely on the Bible, but he stuttered with the word ‘Bible’, so it came out like “Bi-b-b-bi-l-bi-bl-bible…”. I tried not to snigger, honestly, but my body started to shake with laughter, and then I felt Emma turn with her hand over her mouth, and then the worst thing that could happen happened. We made ye contact. That is one of my worst triggers for laughter. Especially unwanted laughter in a quiet hall filled with lots of sympathetic teachers for the vicar. Thank goodness assembly finished five seconds after we started. It was fecking hilarious!

Anyway, back to yesterday. Eugh, we had R.E with Mr Bacon. I mean Mr BAAAAACOOOOONNNNN!!!! His name is so mockable- who could resist? Well, we were forced into watching a video on birth. FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END. You know what that means then… For a fifteen year old to watch this, sitting about a metre away from the television screen, watching a woman give birth face-on… well, it aint too pleasant is all I can say. Yuck yuck yuck. I’ve decided I will adopt. Or pay another woman to be a sarogate mother. The whole pregnancy progress etc is far too… hmm, can’t think of the word. How about… gross.

Had I.C.T what fun… my pc room worries me. They have random pictures of flowers and seals framed on the walls, and then an even more random one of three hobos sitting on a bench. No doubt they’re all munching on their precious cans of beans. I’m-a-guessing they’re genuine Cambridge hobos and no less.

Last lesson was textiles where I sat about talking to many people and painting this fake-silk material with a gold paint thing called ‘gutta’. I’m making a puppet theatre (why?!) and it’s in a LOTR theme, so I’m doing golden elvish symbols (they’re language writing thing) and sewing it with gold thread around the bottom of the theatre. Heh, it’s gonna be slightly crap as I haven’t made the wooden frame for it, even though Dad said that he would do it. that was last year. Another problem is that I have no puppets and the finishing date is the twelfth of February. Eeek!

Bus journey to Emma’s house was amusing, as ever. Blake (total prick in my year) shoved both his plimsolls out the bus window. Anyone who wears trainers (forbidden at school apart from sports) has to change into school shoes, and if they have none, then plimsolls. It amuses me to see boys wearing those swamp-walker trousers and some grubby plimmies.

Anyway, at Emma’s we watched ‘The Faculty’. It’s pretty darn funny- especially Josh Hartnett’s hair. He looks very owlish, like the kid in ‘About A Boy’.

Did loads of other stuff, including msn. Apparently Dean (Emma’s brother) went online logged in as my msn, and spoke to Rachel. He closed the window before I could see what was written, but I think everyone was being bitchy to her. I blame it on the alcohol. Dean also spoke to Teq online, and called his fourteen-year-old self a ‘sex god’, then called me and Amy the same things, and I quote: “we are a sex god threesome”. Heh heh… yes…

Yeah… it was fun anyway. I’ve just lost my thread of what I was going on about there… it may come back, who knows…

Oh yeah, one last thing- I drank the total of a can of coke, an orange alco-pop, a black-currant alco-pop, two bottles of beer (grolsch) and another alco-pop of some unknown flavour. Twas fun being drunken-hobo-like.

Be nice, buy me a laptop.

And a Hobbit :o)

written on 2004-01-24@4:34 p.m.

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