Thursday 23rd September 2004 - The Day Of Physical and Psychological Distractions
MSN Name: Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder
I had a dream. It was very weird. I remember me, mum, Maddie and Verity all being in the playroom, I guess dad must have been at work. I was playing on the playstation and then all of a sudden this scary looking weird man bursts through the door with a gun and takes us hostage, I remember the man having crooked teeth and lots of stubble. I think he was wanting to steal stuff too. Then somehow I managed to get out of the playroom and into the hall without him noticing, the doorbell then rang and I stupidly answered it to find a woman with two giant Poodles, one pink and the other white the size of Great Danes. The woman had thin straight blonde hair with a fringe, she smiled at me (in a sort of evil way) and then her two dogs jumped at me and into the house. Then I woke up. I still can’t figure out if the woman was meant to be a good or bad person.
On the way to school I realised that I didn’t have the vocab that Miss Rigby had set us last lesson because I never got the sheet for it in the end. So at the lesson I told her, but she made me do it anyway. Needless to say I performed poorly with a massive score of 1 out of 10. I have a retake tomorrow and also have to hand in my summary and other stuff on La Casa De Bernarda Alba, also do my presentation about, ‘Los Olímpicos’. I have a busy night ahead.
Baps was next in line, Lizi, Ciaran and I are all retaking our coursework part of last years exam. Thankfully Lizi is doing urban, so I won’t be doing it all on my own. Mr Barber has also suggested a coursework session for us in the next few weeks. I bet my coursework gets worse after I change it though knowing my luck. God I can’t stand geography, how did everyone do so well in the exams?
After I’d finished talking with Baps which went on for about five minutes after the lesson, into registration, I went to my form room. Hoare was there as predicted and started questioning me about where I’d been in registration all this week, so I had to tell her what I was doing each day. She’s pathetic that woman because for each of them I had a valid excuse.
For the rest of registration I just sat and watched Hoare’s reactions to everything. She kept telling people off and telling them what to do. The woman seems to think she’s in a really position of authority and it’s so annoying. Does she not understand that not one of us is going to respect her in the way she wants us to?
Since break is now after registration and I had geography again with Baps straight after, I didn’t bother going to the sixth form, too much of a trek, so went off to the library where Serena had also gone. I read some of the magazines and talked to Rosh too, who I think is retaking year 12 Business Studies, so she’s not in our group anymore.
Geography again and somehow Mr Barber got onto the subject of how he came to school in a Mercedes one day which he seemed a little too excited/proud about, Ciaran kept using suggestive innuendo calling it ‘the ride’ as he always does. Then he started telling the tale of him getting a lift with Mr Inman to ‘The Day After Tomorrow’ and how he sat behind him ‘spread eagle’ once Inman pushed his chair back! That story never gets old.
We got sent off to do some research for the rest of the lesson, Ciaran, Lizi, Lisa and I have to do a powerpoint presentation on ‘Occluded Fronts’. What joy! There were only three computers next to each other and we each scrambled for one, it ended up with Ciaran and I having a physical fight for it.
I started trying to log on but then Ciaran sat in my seat and then got up, so I then got the seat, then he started trying to log in with his name whilst I deleted what he was typing and eventually he like clamped my arms between his skinny thighs. They were locked tight and I couldn’t move them at all, it must have looked so dodgy to mere passers by but was very funny. It didn’t matter in the end anyway because all we did was go on the LJ website instead whilst Mr Ashbolt shouted at us to be quiet every few seconds from a couple of computers along.
On the way back to sixth form after the lesson Ciaran was telling us about Miss Cooksey and how once in his English lesson she suddenly sprung though the doorway and said to the teacher in her strong Welsh accent, ‘I’m moving. Can you look after my class?’ Then without a reply, swiftly exited the room and never returned to her class!
Mr Mackie’s lesson was a waste, nothing interesting or funny happened. Not even any gossip on Mr Draper like usual. All we did was discuss if we wanted Mr Mackie to teach us stuff on moving averages or for us to do powerpoint presentations on the topic. Neither happened in the end.
I had lunch with Vicky in the common room, I’m spending a lot more time in there now than I did last year when I always used to take the sofas in the foyer. I can’t remember what I had but I do know that I was still hungry after eating it, so I got 40p off of Vicky to buy myself a Milkybar Chunky out of the chocolate machine. Much appreciated!
(Vintage Milkybar wrapper!)
Herbert lesson in the afternoon was boring and she’s suggested we get this grammar book because there are tonnes of us, including myself who just don’t have a clue. I’m probably the worst actually, my tenses are just awful.
Sarah Marshall has now given up French because she gave in a reference form to Miss Parker and it was so bad that they couldn’t include it on her UCAS form. She’s such a bitch that woman, I thought you weren’t even allowed to say horrible things, I thought they could only write positive things about you.
I had a free my first and last of the day in 5c. I went with Inegbedion to the resource centre and got myself a computer. I think this was the day when another horrific occurrence with John Stuart-Smith (the so called ‘Gap year student’ who’s sleeping with Miss Bromley and rather liked my bra straps one time) happened. He was sitting at the desks dishing out the computers instead of the normal nice woman who’s called Sarah but I don’t know her surname so I avoid saying her name at all costs!
So I go up for my computer and he then asks me my name even though he clearly knew since he began to type before I even said it, but thought it was spelt ‘Essaw’ and couldn’t find it for ages. Then of course there’s two Esaw’s on the system, me and Maddie. So he casually goes, ‘Are you Madelaine?’ So I just went ‘No,’ because he clearly already knew my name but wanted to be discreet about it. Now that he knows I’ve got a sister, he’ll probably be after her now and she’ll just lap up the attention. At least his attention will be drawn away from me in that case!
I went on LJ again and got questioned about what it was by Inegbedion, so I explained to her what it was and she copied down the website and has been warned to keep it private. I’d just like to clarify that once more Ineg!
I showed her all the Santaniello’s pictures, some of which are very funny as you may have seen and then Rachael Forster then starts looking to. You have also been warned to keep hush about the journal but I don’t know if she took down the address in the end!
When I went to shut my laptop down after I’d finished, it was taking ages so I just stood and waited. Then John Stuart-Smith goes, ‘Oh don’t worry, just shut the lid it doesn’t matter.’ So I replied, ‘But what if it breaks?’ Then he goes, ‘Never mind. You can blame it on me,’ then smiled looking directly at my face. I then stupidly broke into a smile because I felt like a cross between bursting out with laughter/feeling uncomfortable/cringing. I think he mistook my return ‘smile’ as a flirt. I am now very scared and hope not so to see him in quite a while. Yes Ciaran I know it’s funny but don’t you think a little scary too?
At home for tea we had homemade pizza and my toppings were extra mozzarella and sunblushed tomatos (I want sundried next time). It was very yummy all the same and we watch The O.C. at the same time. I love the bit when Ryan punches Oliver, it’s great because that boy is such an arsehole. How stupid is Marissa not to see theirs something wrong with him, I mean she met him in therapy for starters. Does that not indicate to be a little more cautious about him than normal people rather than just let him be your new best friend?
Dad came back from Paris that night and brought me back French Vogue and Cosmopolitan, which distracted me from starting my homework. In the end I started my homework at 10.00 pm and ended up giving up at about 12.30 am and went to sleep with a whole load of it still not done. I have the vocab retake first thing tomorrow and still don’t know the words, oops! At least I’ve got all the rest of her work done!
(The magazines)
(The model good looks boys)
(Plain.)
(A bit of a mixture. The prettiest is the little oriental girl with the hat on and the ugliest is the boy second from the left next to the smallest one.)
(I hate to say it but these kids look like street kids)
(They're both a bit boring.)
(Did Burberry only have thirty seconds in total to pick which kids they were going to use? They're all ugly!)
(Sort of sweet, something a bit boring about her though.)
(She looks quite swet, I love the knitwear!)
(Three shots of the only beautiful girl in the whole magazine)
(An odd looking boy)
(A prettier boy)
(The ugliest kid in the magazine, I think it's the hair.)
(Not exactly pretty but going by height and skinniness, I'd say her modelling contract will live forever.)
(She's quite cute)
(She just looks like the school bully)
(Not a particularly pretty child)
(A mixed bunch in general I think you’ll agree!)