Yeah, yeah, I know I haven't updated for some time. I just... haven't had time! For starters, there was my Engrish speech. I haven't actually done it yet, but I had to be prepared in case it was sprung on ME to do it. So I had to learn it. A lot. What's it about? Work experience. If you go through the May archives, you will see that I have a lot to say, however I am only allowed 3 minutes. Damn. But, oh well, every time I practice, I forget my words. Sure, I have notes with me, but since I'm a crap reader, it takes me forever to 'glance' at my notes. So practice I am doing, but my audience I'm practicing to always go off and do something else, or lose interest, or something similar. Practicing is going bad. However, I do not wish to do it at lunchtime. I don't know why, it's just that I'm more comfortable talking to a group of 20+ people than to 3 people.
Erm, let us see... OK. I think it was, two days ago? Probably. Yeah, I think so. 2 days ago, I waited at the bus stop, as I do on skool days. And I waited. And I waited. And I waited to God knows when. The Bus was obviously not going to turn up. And it didn't - all other students who go on our bus said it didn't turn up. So home I went, and Fred followed me back to my house. (STALKER!! Heh.) My Mom looked like she was screaming when we trudged down the driveway; even if she wasn't, the gesture used would have been similar in some way. So we were taken to skool. Which was a shame, since if we waited a little while longer, we wouldn't have to go to skool.
That same day.... GAH! I have no idea what inspired this person's thoughts or actions. All I simply did was walk into a room. A simple action - not offencive to anyone, right? My greeting was - "Oh look, it's the b1tch." Turns out that this person, one GEORGINA HOWLETT (go get yourself raped, if you're reading this), said this because I was Fred's friend. What Fred had done was hide the chord for the radio. In fact, she didn't even do that; they just think she did that. Plastics are so much of low-lives that I believe that if we kill them all now, God might actually praise us for ridding the world of hell-raisers like themselves. However, I'm not old enough to carry a knife. Dang.
I'm thinking of taking up 2 new hobbies. Those are - calligraphy (art of 'fancy' writing), and just writing. I've been practicing all day my new handwriting, it's sort-of neat, but it needs a little taming. I've also got a notebook (coincidentaly, it looks just like the book I gave to Nikki for her birthday...) so I can write things in. What will I write? Oh, just things like how fudged up the world is, with plasticcy horror. It's something to do, and who knows? Maybe I could get some philosophical issues in there.
Or maybe not.
# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 6:42 PM
