The day before tomorrow, and the day before that.
Yesterday we had a day off.
Yey!
In this day off, I woke up late, did a bit of homework, met up with Titch and, as an afterthought, went to the bloody PLD day day day meeting. It was, as usual, fairly useless.
Derwent: So, your report is good, do you have any problems?
Me : Nope
Derwent: Are you sure? Because normally A students gets really stressed, die and then don't feel up to being an A student at this time of year...
Me : I'm good.
Derwent: Okay, sign this and piss off, then.
It did sort of come up that I was in a band. Ms. Derwent is going to tell Ms. Barratt this in order to get us a set (along with the other school bands) on prom night. I'm wondering how I will be able to drum in a prom-dress, though.
In the evening I went to the Carlton and was nervous for the first half because that is what I do. I got less nervous and began to actually enjoy myself properly when three things happened:
1. Swapped chairs so as not to be stuck in the corner by the door.
2. Ate chocolate fudge cake
3. Talked to filecoreinuse and co. .
For the record, my dad claims ignorance on the 'biscuit' game. =P
Then it was today, and plans were made film and band-wise (hooray!). Sunday's shooting (film, not guns) is a thing to look forward to (unlike many curseworks and other remarkably dull things that are on my agenda this weekend).
Finally, my door has been painted (as part of the 'let's paint the hallway!' fiasco) and it has lost all of its character that I've slammed into it. It will never feel the same when I shut it ever again.
Yey!
In this day off, I woke up late, did a bit of homework, met up with Titch and, as an afterthought, went to the bloody PLD day day day meeting. It was, as usual, fairly useless.
Derwent: So, your report is good, do you have any problems?
Me : Nope
Derwent: Are you sure? Because normally A students gets really stressed, die and then don't feel up to being an A student at this time of year...
Me : I'm good.
Derwent: Okay, sign this and piss off, then.
It did sort of come up that I was in a band. Ms. Derwent is going to tell Ms. Barratt this in order to get us a set (along with the other school bands) on prom night. I'm wondering how I will be able to drum in a prom-dress, though.
In the evening I went to the Carlton and was nervous for the first half because that is what I do. I got less nervous and began to actually enjoy myself properly when three things happened:
1. Swapped chairs so as not to be stuck in the corner by the door.
2. Ate chocolate fudge cake
3. Talked to filecoreinuse and co. .
For the record, my dad claims ignorance on the 'biscuit' game. =P
Then it was today, and plans were made film and band-wise (hooray!). Sunday's shooting (film, not guns) is a thing to look forward to (unlike many curseworks and other remarkably dull things that are on my agenda this weekend).
Finally, my door has been painted (as part of the 'let's paint the hallway!' fiasco) and it has lost all of its character that I've slammed into it. It will never feel the same when I shut it ever again.