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I think I just somewhat upset Rebecca by trawling through resproductive system diagram sites in an attempt to explain how men's testicles are full of stargates(truth, truth, truth biscuits...yeah). Some of those images are truly not pretty. This was in reference to what I wrote on Inny's Bac Book page(about the only interesting thing learnt in Biology classes)...argh Bac Book Pages...the deadline is today and I've written a sum total of three comments so far. Tis so damned hard to find nice things to say about people! I found out that make knows and loves the Green Wing today. Which just goes to show that we do have something in common, if only we could establish enough common ground to find out what else we have in common I might actually be able to have conversations with her! (Ye Gods)
So...emm....well I got into King's... which should have had be bouncing of the ceiling like an enchanted ferret but instead...logically I burst into tears and didn't really feel like telling anyone(I heard nearly a week ago. Huzzah for making NOsense. So...yess...I now have to decide which end of Britain I want to be in.
I am tired. I was up till 5 this morning writing an essay till about 4(I realised I'd completely misinterpretted it round about 2:30) and then spending an hour coaxing the computer/printer to actually print the damned thing. When describing the process to Mum and Boo earlier I ended up turning into Eddie Izzard as is inevitable in any technology mime thing.
Emm...in other news despite being knackered and paranoid about smelling bad(I ran out of cobalt blue and had to use the dubious women's roll on deodorant that sticks your armpits together(NB...that's to themselves, not each other, I'm not that flexible!)and it no work so great)I had a happy joy sunbeams kind of day that included, amongst other things running down the corridor and clicking my heels together just before bumping into Mr Parry -"if only all students could be so full of joy" said he. To which I grinned enigmatically, shrugged and twirled into my maths classroom. Well, I beamed at him like a mad thing shrugged and bounded like a puppy/woman who smells of biscuits through the door. yes ... err...
I'm off to find nice things to say about people then.
So...emm....well I got into King's... which should have had be bouncing of the ceiling like an enchanted ferret but instead...logically I burst into tears and didn't really feel like telling anyone(I heard nearly a week ago. Huzzah for making NOsense. So...yess...I now have to decide which end of Britain I want to be in.
I am tired. I was up till 5 this morning writing an essay till about 4(I realised I'd completely misinterpretted it round about 2:30) and then spending an hour coaxing the computer/printer to actually print the damned thing. When describing the process to Mum and Boo earlier I ended up turning into Eddie Izzard as is inevitable in any technology mime thing.
Emm...in other news despite being knackered and paranoid about smelling bad(I ran out of cobalt blue and had to use the dubious women's roll on deodorant that sticks your armpits together(NB...that's to themselves, not each other, I'm not that flexible!)and it no work so great)I had a happy joy sunbeams kind of day that included, amongst other things running down the corridor and clicking my heels together just before bumping into Mr Parry -"if only all students could be so full of joy" said he. To which I grinned enigmatically, shrugged and twirled into my maths classroom. Well, I beamed at him like a mad thing shrugged and bounded like a puppy/woman who smells of biscuits through the door. yes ... err...
I'm off to find nice things to say about people then.