25.08.2003 ~ 9:21 pm
hello gentle reader.
monday is the hangover from friday. now that i'm feeling marginally better, i shall begin. sometimes i still want to go back to engerland (heh). the other times i try not to think about it.
was gonna stay late and join this community service club today. but then i had no way of getting home. (there is a 2 hour late bus which involves walking in the sun, which i try to avoid.) okay, until i was offered a lift. (apparently he lives near me.) anyway, i phoned home (they don't allow "cell phones" in the building. have to go outside. wankers. not that i listened to them, but) no-one was home and i couldn't get to my mum's mobile to i went home.
feeling pissed off and regretting my choice of not going to that club, i listened to some Muse, which made me feel very cool. but then as i was walking from the bus to the house (which is basically crossing the road) my dad opened the door. so they got home. and my mum got the message. and i probably spent a lot of money leaving it.
so you understand why i hate the world on this (un)eventful day.
plus i have tests and quizzes everywhere i look. not nice. at least i can handle 3/6 of my subjects.
generally i love health cos i miss some of it, it's piss easy and the substitutes are really nice to me. however, today the proper teacher came back and she was not nice. wanted proof that i was in her class. like i'd go there voluntarily. anyway i spied a two-way arrow like the love/fear continium on donnie darko and saw red. bull shit. no exceptions on the spectrum of life: bad health = not taking care of yourself, good health = taking care of yourself... black-and-white-cakes. felt like throwing up.
did i mention that i can't use a graphing calculator, can't add physics vectors, don't know about momentum, can't drive home, so i can't stay after school?
hey remember those early days at... i need a name for my old school. suggestions? anyway, in first year, we were all so scared of staying late. in the first horrible week, karen said that she wouldn't stay late until sixth form. and there i was, last year, staying late every day of the week and getting kicked out by my DT teacher. which just goes to show ... that ... desperate times call for desperate measures.
come on matt, release the album already! i need cheering up. then again, i have no time to listen to music. back in good-old-engerland, i had time to listen to a whole album every coach journey. now it's five songs max. five "three minute pop songs" as they liked to say in RUTH.
it's not even 10 and i'm tired. did i mention i have to get up 6:40 tomorrow? the number 6 instills fear in me. not because it's 1/3 of the devil's number, because i he's a lazy excuse for evil and you know, all that Psalm 23 stuff. i'm a crap christian. i was questioning my very fundamental beliefs of god the other night. i do believe, though. in god, in jesus, in the holy spirit, in the resurrection. hm........
anyway, scared of 6 because it stands for earliness. now 4 in the afternoon....
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