Fire Drill!
lunch yesterday was so funny. teshian killed hannah then maeve killed hannah. or whatever their characters are. they got me a character as well! i'm a half-elf cleric with no name as of yet. hmmm. yes, when i told khy she was all run away! (isn't that right, khy?). tom's burning me a rpg-type game based on d&d, which is cool coz i love playing rpgs. has anyone else played golden sun?
then during chem there was a fire drill. i swear, we have one every year and every year it's the same: go to the park. stand around bored. go back to school. there was a traffic jam on the emergency stairs and i'm thinking we'd all be dead by the time we got to the bottom.
at the park ms. plymin disappeared and didn't mark our names so hannah was walking around going "i'm burning, i'm dying, i'm not accounted for." we found her though, and she was saying how useless it was and everyone agreed.
ms. plymin wants to do the lock-down test though, coz she thinks the chem room's got the best hiding places. tom suggested we make explosives from the chemicals and i remembered that i've always thought molokov cocktails (is that what it's called?). people thought i was crazy.
oh yes, and i love black books, it's so funny.
Man: What are those? (Points to bookshelf)
Bernard: The complete works of Dickens.
Man: Are they real leather?
Bernard: They're real Dickens.
Man: No, they have to match my lounge-room. Everything in my house is real. I'll give you 200.
Bernard: 200 what?
Man: 200 pounds.
Bernard: Are they leather-bound pounds?
Man: What?
Bernard: No, sorry, they have to match my wallet. Next!
then during chem there was a fire drill. i swear, we have one every year and every year it's the same: go to the park. stand around bored. go back to school. there was a traffic jam on the emergency stairs and i'm thinking we'd all be dead by the time we got to the bottom.
at the park ms. plymin disappeared and didn't mark our names so hannah was walking around going "i'm burning, i'm dying, i'm not accounted for." we found her though, and she was saying how useless it was and everyone agreed.
ms. plymin wants to do the lock-down test though, coz she thinks the chem room's got the best hiding places. tom suggested we make explosives from the chemicals and i remembered that i've always thought molokov cocktails (is that what it's called?). people thought i was crazy.
oh yes, and i love black books, it's so funny.
Man: What are those? (Points to bookshelf)
Bernard: The complete works of Dickens.
Man: Are they real leather?
Bernard: They're real Dickens.
Man: No, they have to match my lounge-room. Everything in my house is real. I'll give you 200.
Bernard: 200 what?
Man: 200 pounds.
Bernard: Are they leather-bound pounds?
Man: What?
Bernard: No, sorry, they have to match my wallet. Next!