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Wednesday, November 09, 2005

 

Excitement and headaches 7


Hey, this 'Excitement and headaches' thing is getting quite regular. I might as well name all my posts 'Excitement and headaches'.

Well, as I almost always do, I will start with excitement.

Yesturday, I was minding my own business in English. The teacher was droning on about 'Jane Eyre', when I happened to look up at the notice board. Amongst 'Come to Dance Club' and 'Bus times' notices, I spotted my missing badge poster, slap bang in the middle, clear as anything!! And it wasn't just in English, oh no, it was in virtually every classroom I went in!!! And today three girls came up to me and asked, 'Hey, are you the girl looking for the badge?' This I confirmed, but I was confused... How did they know?? I didn't put my name on the poster! I just said I would be in my classroom, and they should ask for the girl looking for the badge [action] shifty eyes [/action]. But all the same, it does not matter to me, as I know people are looking for my precious badge.

And now for headaches. Yippee!!!

I would have had a completely happy day, but for the bus. If only I had dodged that melevalent vehicle!!! But I couldn't. I was the first one on, as I usually am, and I sat in my usual seat, at the front, on the right. I sat there, happy as a clam (Note to self: Find out how that saying originated) reading Dracula (yes, I am still reading that book). When the bus started, and went on its way, I put my book away and stared out the window. I must have looked stupid and dozy or something, as I felt something slide by my back, and as I have a very quick reaction, turned 'round to see what it was. It was a girl behind me, who slowly put her Fanta can in my pocket (I just managed to see her hand go back). Now, this wouldn't have meant as much to me if it was any other day, but on this particular day the girls behind me had been on a skool trip to a rubbish dump, to learn why recycling was important. She must think I was some sort of a recycling machine. Stupid girl! I would have thrown it back at her with full force (I'm stronger than the average girl... genderist remark, but true!!!!!), but I didn't. So now I am here plotting revenge.

I'm good at doing that >:)


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