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Post by Surreptitious Cardboard Box on Sept 19, 2007 17:10:50 GMT
Had two english lessons, then a double free, so I went into town with Scott, he bought some lunch, we sat on the common for a while, texting Charlotte, who is still in Slapton, then went to Waitrose where I bought two yummy, orgasmic muffins. Then we returned back to school to discover that we'd only been away for an hour. We found an empty room and dossed around for an hour, messing about with Bluetooth on our phones, and texting Charlotte still. Then at some point during lunch, Frances turned up, wanting to show us a big painting she'd done of me for her art project. Then we returned to the room we'd been in. After lunch, I had registration, then headed up to the Study Centre, to meet up with the other Brown Paper lot. We tossed around a few more ideas, then set to planning and writing our articles, which have to be emailed to Grace, our editor, by next week. Then I got home, and updated my UCAS account, because I have a double tutorial with my tutor tomorrow, during which I will have to show him my personal statement (I need to type that up tonight) and start sorting out my University applications. It's been an alright day, really. Not too bad. And the muffins are very nice.
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Otzlowe
Enigmatic Horror
How many miles to heaven? I think I'm getting close.
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Post by Otzlowe on Sept 19, 2007 19:29:02 GMT
I spent 80% of the day with Sabrina!
... Again!
It's awesome. Really, my day was boring beyond that.
Edit: I might've mentioned how it feels like my parents think that I share their brain / ignore me when I'm talking.
They really freaking do. My dad just complained to school about bus times which I honestly don't give a damn about, and acted like my brother and I were upset. After that, he's now pushing me to make my dinner tonight, even though I've been saying all week that I wanted to do it on Thursday. It's absolutely magnificent. They just don't listen, or they're becoming senile. I'm going to assume it's the first one, they care about themselves a lot.
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Post by lycoris on Sept 21, 2007 18:44:53 GMT
Not as orgasmic as the Slapton food. Yum, nothing like a soggy paper bag to give you an appetite. Well since I was in Slapton, I have to write about my entire week. We got on the train way too early but still didn't get to the centre until about 3. Then that night I discovered that it wasn't just a sore throat, I did in fact have a cold. Wonderful way to begin the week. Next morning I felt bad but we still had to go done to the rocky shore, which was cool but involved the steepest climb down and up ever, the up being the one that left me panting for ages because I had a cold. The shingle ridge the next day was fine but I found that I mysteriously developed a cough from the cold, damp room. The woodland was good too but again, steep climbing. This would have been all well and good, had we a)not been kicked out of the nice room, b)not been in the room next to the teacher, c)if there had been something to do.
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Post by Richard El Britannia on Sept 22, 2007 16:46:33 GMT
Basically, my day has mostly involved myself playing Super Paper Mario and listening to The Black Mages. On Super Paper Mario, I think I've almost finished the game ... I have seven pure hearts and I'm in the chapter where, at the end, you have to fight three chomps in a classic, turn-based RPG style. I almost did some more writing on my story, since I had a great idea for one of the main villains - Count Bleck kinda inspired me xD - but I just couldn't be bothered.
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Post by lycoris on Oct 6, 2007 23:13:30 GMT
Most of the day has involved Maths revision, playing Children of Mana (which I've now finished) and eating prawns. Also watching Harry Enfield, the same episode of Heroes again and staring at the stuff in my room in the hope that it would clean itself up.
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Post by Surreptitious Cardboard Box on Oct 7, 2007 15:08:21 GMT
I awoke at 10, went down to the toilet, discovered nobody else was yet awake, and so returned to my bed. My dad woke me up shortly after 1. I spent awhile phoning friends, and finally got hold of Charlotte, because my dad had told me that while I was still asleep, Rosie had phoned to invite me to the cinema. I didn't feel like going, though, so I told Charlotte I wouldn't be there. Sorry, guys.
I've been talking to Richard for a bit, although I'm upset because another of my favourite characters has died in Angel. Killing Lilah was taking it far enough, and now this. Sheesh, I have the worst luck when it comes to falling in love with characters.
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