Dear Die-ary...

I was going to get Nikki to post that conversation we had yesterday. She said she couldn't, because it's too long. I tried, and understood immensely. So, in case you are bored/have spare time/are sad enough to read something like this, HERE is the conversation. It is 74 pages long. And sorry if you can't understand some of the things said, it's the emoticons' faults. What I don't understand is why that... HUMAN started saying things about me, even though I hadn't really said anything at that point in time. Inane pigs. Oh, and when Nikki left, I was on my own. She left, not 'accidentaly closed the window'. I pleaded her to come back, for I was the only 'normal' amongst the insolent chavs. And she came back, and played along. Good for her!

So, what happened today? Not a lot, compared to yesterday. OK. So, twice my VIRTUAL PET died on me. Twice! In one day!! Don't they just wait?? So, my spastic sheep died. My bat died. I did choose a fox-thing next, but it gave me the sh1ts. So now I have a weird seal. Thing. Hopefully this one will last the night, and the time I spend at the last day of my work experience.

Today... what did I do?? Dear lord, I have forgotten. I do remember looking through a magazine, and recording the pages which refer to battles, and regiments, and squadrons, etc etc. I remember going to the mail room for no particular reason. In the museum kitchens, they smashed 2 sets of plates, making a new record. I remember... watching a workmate play on a TOTALLY AWESOME GAME!! Sorry if that sounds... American. It's called World of Warcraft. It is just AMAZING. It's like RuneScape but with better graphics, character choices, and better 'special moves'. Problem is, it costs £30. Then, you have to pay £8 a month. No thanks, I'm happy with the Sims 2. *twitches like an addict*

Another thing that happened today. I was told, quite late, that there was to be a fire drill. So, I knew. That was good. There were arrangements made to get me down safely to the fire drill safety point (RV 10, in my case), and so we were all ready. My workmate said he was popping out for a bit, to get something done. I just said, "OK," and went to the library area at the back, and pulled out an original copy of the German version of "Mein Kampf" - Adolf Hitler. And I started reading it. Did I need to understand every word? I didn't care. Suddenly, I heard a whirring scream. At first, I ignored it, then I realised... it was an alarm. At this point I had temporarily forgotten the forewarning, and jumped up - through my mind the following thoughts occured...

"OMG WTF what the hell is that? AAAAAARGH! Bloody hell!! Oh, oh wait. It's just the alarm. Now to follow my wo..."

At this point I remembered Tim, my workmate, had 'popped out for a bit'.

"Oh crap."

So, I got out of that room. 1st step. I went down the stairs. 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th... Heh, sorry, bad pun. I went into the shop, and thankfully the other 'coworkers' were there. So I followed them to RV 10. They started screaming when we walked through a bunch of wasps flying around. I bet they think I was scared of them too, because I was dodging and darting... In actual fact, I was dodging and darting from THEM. Screamy girls are FAR scarier than any bug with wings and a sting. So, at RV 10, others were standing out there, complaining about the apparent cold. A big dog was outside too, jumping up at anything that moved, 'playfully' putting its jaws over peoples' hands. "Aw, look, he's biting my hand! Aw, precious!! He's ripped my hand off!! Aw, diddums..." And so fire drill was over. A pointless excercise was forfilled!

Oh, the shocklyness.