-> Appear to have lost no friends over sitting in the closet doorway. Hurrah ( Read more... )

The new bed is here and it is about three feet off the ground which scared me so badly I actually fell out of it the first night and eventually (by which I mean at midnight) gave up on sleeping in it and slept on the trundler instead. I HATE IT SO.

Said new bed has indirectly caused me to do the 40 Hour Famine this year...

Caryl [not actually ( Read more... )

English: (I don't actually know ( Read more... )

(short story I can't be bothered telling involving my trucker cap ( Read more... )

Science
Viki [in the middle of a debate on astronomy]: "How do you get hiccups?"

Mrs. Ryburn: "You may not take your science notes in with you--"
Who Was That?: "DAMN!"
Harriet: "Who WAS that?"

Math
10ME is doing last year's math exam in an attempt to revise. Car has been having trouble and screaming a lot, especially when she got stuck in ( Read more... )

Math
Mr. Walton-Jones: "We're not going through endless resits."
Caryl: *cough*cambridge*cough*
Mr. Walton-Jones: "This isn't Cambridge High here."
10ME: *bitchy laughter at, not with*

Latin
Genevieve: "...wake up...!"
Car: "...I can see my molecules moving!" (yes, gratuitous shoebox_project reference. I swear I saw something moving though)
Genevieve: "...that's ( Read more... )

The object of the game is to stump the person writing the journal. I've been writing in my livejournal for years, and can't possibly remember all the topics I've talked about in that time ( Read more... )

On Monday I put my hair up and immediately four people told me my hair looked nice and had I cut it? Oh dear.

This morning my hair went *BOOF!* though coz we were playing with the Van der Graaf (static electricity) generator. Good fun. I was sparking. Upon reflection, I really do carry so much metal it's actually not funny: Keys, hairpins, ( Read more... )