Super Jessie

Lazooliness

The thing where I saved my entry from Monday has disappeared. So I’ll have to write a new one anyway. But if I find it, I will enter it as “The missing page from Monday”. What a great title. It reminds me of a book, called “The slippers that talked”. I have no idea what slippers have to do with Mondays going missing, but who cares. Oh yeah- I remembered what Mr G said on Tuesday. We were talking about ‘To kill a mockingbird’ and he mentioned Mr Underwood, and I automatically thought “Underhill! My name’s Underhill!”. I grinned at that. No wonder I got a funny look from Megan…

My stomach keeps on rumbling. Eeah, I hate it when it does that. Every time I’m in a silent or relatively quiet lesson, it rumbles at the top of its voice, but whenever the class is noisy, it’s as quiet as a mouse. Oy oy oy… it’s really rumbly!!!

Watson looks like he has an eye infection. His eyes are all gooey looking and they look… weird.

Heh, Kerry (who’s sitting next to me right now, and who I’m sort of having an msn conversation with) just told me she had a lesson with a bloke called Mr Tangey. He sounds like a piece of fruit to me.

Oh yeah- I almost forgot. I had an interview today. I know, I know- how could you forget that? I forgot about it yesterday as well! Until Emma texted me, saying “good luck for your interview tomorrow!” but yeah, it was for an interview at sixth form college. I refuse to explain anymore about what sixth form is, so go and see KELLY. She might possibly be able to tell you.

Oooh! Tummy has stopped rumbling! Huzzah. Now I’m too lazy to write much else. I’m becoming so lazy recently. But for a good reason. Wait- maybe not.

I have Norah Jones in my head…

written on 2004-03-18@8:31 p.m.

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