Oh darn. I do believe I have a new obssession: Pinky and the Brain. Apparently, as my friend Nikki says, I'm Pinky and Brain put together, she says I'm an insane genius. (Well, the insane bit's right...) I remember Pinky and the Brain from when I was about 3 or 4. Along with Count Duckula and Rentaghost (I never saw DangerMouse until I was 12), Pinky and the Brain was a favourite of mine. The theme tune plays through my head over and over...
They're Pinky and the Brain, yes Pinky and the Brain, one is a genius, the other's insane...
Then I forget all the words.
Enough about lab mice! On with the show!
In Engrish (English) we're reading Jane Eyre. Worse off than the ones reading Frankenstein, better off than the ones reading Romeo and Julliet. Jane Eyre would be an OK-ish book, if it wasn't for the teachers. One teacher, Mrs Smith, reads it slowly because of her eyesight, and makes us disect every word and sentence until it is no longer a pleasure to read (from the context of the book, that sounds wrong), but a ruined mess. Not only that, but Mrs Smith has some queer little memories when reading it, and tells us her life story. A week or so ago, she said that when she was a little girl, living on a farm, she was running up the field and saw 3 people - a man, a woman, and an old woman. She ran up to ask why they were there, but they disapperared, and she couldn't find them anywhere. About 10 years later she went back to the farm, with her husband, and her mother (I think) and they went to the gate. As Mrs Smith turned 'round, she saw herself as a little girl running up the field. She said it was a 'Time Warp'. Well, 'Warp' is correct...
Also, I learnt never to trust a PE teacher. I learn slow, reader, I learn slow. Our topic this term is Badminton, and we have to march across the school field, through a gate which we have to wait for it to be unlocked by a teacher, then into a sports centre. Then we have to change our shoes outside (The field isn't even muddy) then go in, and listen to the teacher drone on. Well anyway, I was rather enjoying myself, beating everyone (ok, I didn't beat everyone). Then we trudged back across the field again (watch for the invisible mud!), and I heard the teacher say, "Oh, look, it's quarter past three". That's when the skool bells go. So I had to sprint back, and the bells went. I had no time to get changed, so I had to leggit to my bus, as SOMEONE is bound to get the last seats. They're such b*tches there, they take 2 seats each, one for them and one for their bag. Then they lean across you to talk to their friends on the other side of the bus. They do that on purpose. Anyway, I was lucky to get a seat.
Narf!
# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 9:37 PM
