Dear Die-ary...

You're looking tired.

Yeah, so anyway, let me fill you up on happenings of the last few days... That won't take long.

See, the only real thing that happened was the animation class I go to on Saturdays. I carried on with what I was doing last week, which was about a golfer hitting a golfball, the golfball flies through the air and hits a bird, the bird lands in the hole and the ball rolls off. The end. And, I had to wait to use a computer. A long time. So, I drew a spasticated dragon. I'd show you, but I can't be bothered to finish it and wait for my computer to scan it. The dragon has skulls for teeth! Strangely, the teacher liked it. Well, he likes everything, so there. So, I finally got to go on the computer. Near the desk, I swear there was a picture of Ren, from Ren and Stimpy, jacking off on a naked woman and 'fondling' her...... That was... disturbing. But, away from that!! So, I spent bloody ages putting all my pictures onto the computer to let it be animated. In the end, just as I was about to view it, a teacher-helper skidded over, and plonked herself by me to watch what I had done. It was obvious she was not going to retreat until she had satisfied her need. So, I pressed play. And play it did. At the end, she just said... "Wooooooow..." In a gaspy-croaky voice. Then she ran off to hail the other teacher that he MUST see what I had done. A classmate, Claire, came over to watch it too. Why did I have an audience?? Mike, the teacher-guy, after he watched it, just looked at me. Then he went on about how most university students couldn't do what I just did. (What, screw up?) Then he rambled on about how amazingly smooth and natural the animation was. What? He never did this before to anyone else... I'd show you the weird and wonderful happenings, but you'd have to wait until the middle of June (or was it July?) before I can get it home and show you lot. Who wants to wait, here?

So, that was my Saturday. Nothing else has happened. So I will scream about today!

Second week of work experience. This time, I was to be in the museum. I was parked outside, waiting in the slight drizzle of the rain, for the door to open. A woman inside saw me standing there, and cautiously let me in. She started asking questions, when other adults circled me, staring me down with their heavy eyes. I heard one person squeak, "I didn't know we were having a work experience student..." I sort of... lost what little confidence I had after that. What was worse was when others agreed on their statement. Before it got any worse, the woman who let me in hauled me out of the room, and led me to a ROOM WITH A FRIDGE!! Yep, a ROOM... WITH A FRIDGE!! And if I ever want to go to that room but don't know the way, I just say, "Where's the room with the FRIDGE??" So, I settled my belongings on a table, and ran after the woman, back to the room I was in before. This time, all the adults were smiling and 'happy' I was there, like the previous 4 minutes never exsisted. Shortly after most of people left, to rid me from their sight, I was informed a group of 20 kids were coming. To get me. I felt like cowering in a corner in the bathrooms. But they'd STILL be THERE. I didn't have much time until these tiny things showed up. Age range? 7-9. Darn.

I paced the floor, waiting for the appocalypse. When they did show up, I almost screamed, "THEY'RE HERE!!" Instead, I just shrieked that. I watched, as the minors bounced onto the windows outside, like pigeons flying into glass. They looked in, peering and scanning everything, like the genetic mutations they are. They breathed heavy breaths, almost as if to melt the glass. Their teacher let them in, and they piled in, sucking their thumbs and picking their noses, fiddling with their hair and shoving their neighbors. False sweet eyes gazed at one of my 'coworkers', who was explaining the happenings. They were given a question sheet, and I had to feed them their pencils. Sadly, I noticed that one of the boys there was as tall as me. On the past week and a bit I've spent at the camp, I've felt awfully small. Being 4'10" ROCKS!!! As in, it rocks, not I'm being a pile of 4'10" rocks. So, the 'coworker' counted down, and on the given mark, they raced in, screaming and touching things. They could not be stopped now. I was then informed that I had to go in with them, to help them grasp the priceless museum artifacts they could not yet reach. I just went in there, and stood in a corner, watching this. One of the children followed me for a bit, saying how she had lost her friend Claire, and how she didn't know any of the answers to the questions.

"No, get OUT of that ACV!!" "Get OUT of there!! That's the 'staff only' room!!" echoed through the museum. And do not think it was empty asides from them; there were a few other visitors, and some of the army guys have their breaks in the café there. I decided to retreat to the upstairs, away from MOST of them. Then - glory shone before me. The sand dune simulator!! I'd found it at last!! But... the kids had a go first, kicking and screaming and fighting over who was to go next. Everybody went next. However, they didn't know how to properly work it. But it's what made them happy. When they were all towered on top of each other in the small car, I did a puzzle that the children could not master. It was... a puzzle where you have to shine a light through some mirrors, and reach your goal. The children just gave up on the spot. I solved it in all 3... or was it 4? ways that were possible. Soon enough, they had a break. This was my time to go on the simulator. Let me explain... It's made out of a sand dune car. On the screen, it projects an environment which allows you to drive through it, through the car. Mmmyep. I ran away when the kids came back, but I came back to watch as they left. Strange, though... "We've given you a few treats, too. Pencils, rubbers, notepads, sweets..." All the children jumped about, gasping with excitement at each other at the mention of, "sweets". Then they were gone. Forever.

The day the kids came.

After their arrival and departure, I was given one job. Just one. Y'see, the manager-person forgot I was coming until yesterday, so nothing was set up for me. So, she made me type a few details of the items in the museum. One of the items on the computer was marked as, "Eaten by moths in 1996." So, I got typing. It didn't take long, less than half an hour. Then I played minesweeper for the next 15 minutes. Then I went on the sand dune simulator again. After this, I was found and told I was to have a health and safety briefing. Basically... Don't trust guys with backpacks. If you see anyone marking a map, kill them straight away. This lasted about... an hour. I mean the briefing, not the killing. Then I played on the sand dune simulator again. I repelled many visitors away on the time I spent on that thing.

I was wisked away from there at last. Away from the cockney accents of the shopladies and how they were screeching about how low-cut their tops were. But, I was taken to shop for something. It's my Mom's birthday on Wednesday, and I haven't been allowed to get her anything. By this I mean I've been asking and asking if I could go out, but I was told that the drivers were too lazy to go anywhere. And now I could! I did buy her a present, yes, but I also bought something for myself. My first tamagotchi. Well, it's not really my first, and it's not really a tamagotchi. I have the gameboy version of tamagotchi, somewhere. But, it's not really the same thing. And by not really a tamagotchi, it's a "VIRTUAL PETs". In this, the PETs are more 'realistic'. It even has a bat on there!! So, when I got it home, I played it. I chose a bat. I confirmed. A screen with a house came up. And it wouldn't go away. I had to restart, and restart, and restart... And now I'm stuck with a sheep. I'm afraid of changing it, in case the bloody thing never works again. And this sheep... it NEVER wants to play!! It just eats, and sh1ts, and falls asleep every now and then.

So, this is why my Mom wouldn't let me have a tamagotchi.