A Curious Girl: Volatile musings

It's happened.

I am officially ashamed of my school.

I wondered what it was about when I heard the call of something like Nicola's Diary from a window above whilst talking to my sister before she went off to do yoga and I to drug awareness (ah, the joys of PSE - it took my free as well and I couldn't get breakfast).

Anyway, some 'drooling cretin' to quote Nicole, signed Nicky's guestbook with a very stupid comment and named themselves after my beloved school. Spot the sarcasm? Usually I could overlook the inanities of this rather loony establishment, but now I'm just plain annoyed.

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! I unclog my nose at you, you Eenglish pigdogs!

Right, I've calmed down now :-)

Oookay, so. Erm, yesterday, I guess.

Right. Well, saw rather a lot of Ricci, not that I mind, because for some weird reason I like Ricci. Did a Wife of Bath exam question which went rather well, so long as Diggers likes my interpretation of the question. Double chemistry, wrote excessive notes, lunch in which we sat out on the field whilst Chris did her homework with Ashley, and Nicky, Ricci, and I just talked. (Maybe I should change my name to Vicky?) And went to the library, where I danced with Gavin, for reasons unknown other than the very likely theory that we are both insane.

After that more lessons, boring, boring, boring, and then I went to the Sixth Form block, and came out only to find that Ricci had got a lift from the ice bowl, and could get the bus with me.

Oh, and he told me that a bunch of Howard school boys came across and threw a stone at our headmaster. A big one, I later found out. Do the words 'incredibly stupid' spring to your mind? Cause they do to mine.

Anyway, we got the bus, I invited Ricci back to mine, we watched Blackadder Back and Forth, and Stephen gave him a lift home, and I tagged along for the ride. Stephen and Mum got in a stupid row about the SMS Steve had sent her, and basically, if they were less volatile, it would never have happened. Mum yelled at me for not telling her Ricci was 'round when she called, but I hadn't seen a need. Oh well. I said sorry and wondered why I hadn't told her. But she didn't tease me, like I thought she would, about having a boy around (shock horror), and so I guessed that she thinks I am a normal person after all...

Hmm. I would write about today, but I'm at the headachy stage of feeling hungry so instead I'll go have something to eat...

Going to see Bridget Jones's Diary tomorrow.

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