My friend A did something weird today
Feb. 9th, 2009 09:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
altogetherisiand other bits of randomness.
[In fact, she did several weird things. As did I. As did we all, I expect. ]
I don't really know what this post is. Forgive me.
The common room at school is a bit like a sanctuary. A noisy, dirty and imperfect sanctuary, but it is also wonderful and a safe place and I seem to spend much of school life is either in the commom room or wishing I could be in the common room instead of wherever else I am, ie the library. Meh. Anyway, usually by the time I have reached the common room after the many and varied travels that make up my life I am pretty relieved. Recently, upon reaching the common room I have apparently been looking more and more harried/stressed/desperate. Usually this is because I am feeling harried, stressed and desperate, on top of which I am pretty much always late at the moment.
First exchange of the morning:
A: You're looking stoned.
I: You're wearing fake hair.
Who needs pleasantries?
We discussed at length the loss of, and the later finding of, and the continuing awesomeness of, mini-plushie-A and mini-plushie-Tuomas, who embodied the spirit of their larger, less plush versions of themselves by running off together. They really are pretty damn cool. I have requested she make mini-plushie-Rahm Emanuel ["I could give him a tiny steak knife!"] and mini-plushie-Barack Obama ["...I have just realised I have no brown material."] and also mini-plushie-my-other-friend-A and mini-plushie-me. I am worried that if she actually makes mini-plushie-me she would make it extra mini, as I am short, and this would make me sad D: I am also mildly worried that if she actually makes any of the things I have suggested this will only encourage me to ask her to make more. Mini-plushie-Merlin and mini-plushie-Arthur and mini-plushie-everyone-we-know and and and...where would it end??? It's like chibis though; everyone would be awesome in mini-plushie form.
IDEK what the hell went down in our English lesson today. It started out as serious literary Paradise Lost discussion, I promise, but somewhere between casting God in a Cilit Bang advert as a joke ["LOOK AT THIS DIRTY PENNY!!!!11!!"], I trying (not very well I fear) to help A with her convoluted life, somehow saying the Cilit Bang ad thing out to the whole class and then havng to make it into a coherent idea for a presentation thing (hint: so not going to happen), accidentally implying to A that she and her life is a source of entertainment to me, discussing a future castle rental, A ranting unnecessarily and at length to our lovely English teacher Mrs R about her convoluted life while I pat her and try to apologise and me trying to encoutage people to buy old books... Well, might have lost the plot ever so slightly.
To sum up:
I: ...J, why are you writhing on the floor?
Mrs R: Oh, are you being a demon being forced to become a snake as a punishment for the corruption of Man?
J: Um...no. Its irrelevant.
Mrs R: No, really, what were you doing?
J: I was being a fish.
Everyone: ...
L: (helpfully) Also, she just told me to lie down on the floor so she could kick me!
My life. IDEK.
[In fact, she did several weird things. As did I. As did we all, I expect. ]
I don't really know what this post is. Forgive me.
The common room at school is a bit like a sanctuary. A noisy, dirty and imperfect sanctuary, but it is also wonderful and a safe place and I seem to spend much of school life is either in the commom room or wishing I could be in the common room instead of wherever else I am, ie the library. Meh. Anyway, usually by the time I have reached the common room after the many and varied travels that make up my life I am pretty relieved. Recently, upon reaching the common room I have apparently been looking more and more harried/stressed/desperate. Usually this is because I am feeling harried, stressed and desperate, on top of which I am pretty much always late at the moment.
First exchange of the morning:
A: You're looking stoned.
I: You're wearing fake hair.
Who needs pleasantries?
We discussed at length the loss of, and the later finding of, and the continuing awesomeness of, mini-plushie-A and mini-plushie-Tuomas, who embodied the spirit of their larger, less plush versions of themselves by running off together. They really are pretty damn cool. I have requested she make mini-plushie-Rahm Emanuel ["I could give him a tiny steak knife!"] and mini-plushie-Barack Obama ["...I have just realised I have no brown material."] and also mini-plushie-my-other-friend-A and mini-plushie-me. I am worried that if she actually makes mini-plushie-me she would make it extra mini, as I am short, and this would make me sad D: I am also mildly worried that if she actually makes any of the things I have suggested this will only encourage me to ask her to make more. Mini-plushie-Merlin and mini-plushie-Arthur and mini-plushie-everyone-we-know and and and...where would it end??? It's like chibis though; everyone would be awesome in mini-plushie form.
IDEK what the hell went down in our English lesson today. It started out as serious literary Paradise Lost discussion, I promise, but somewhere between casting God in a Cilit Bang advert as a joke ["LOOK AT THIS DIRTY PENNY!!!!11!!"], I trying (not very well I fear) to help A with her convoluted life, somehow saying the Cilit Bang ad thing out to the whole class and then havng to make it into a coherent idea for a presentation thing (hint: so not going to happen), accidentally implying to A that she and her life is a source of entertainment to me, discussing a future castle rental, A ranting unnecessarily and at length to our lovely English teacher Mrs R about her convoluted life while I pat her and try to apologise and me trying to encoutage people to buy old books... Well, might have lost the plot ever so slightly.
To sum up:
I: ...J, why are you writhing on the floor?
Mrs R: Oh, are you being a demon being forced to become a snake as a punishment for the corruption of Man?
J: Um...no. Its irrelevant.
Mrs R: No, really, what were you doing?
J: I was being a fish.
Everyone: ...
L: (helpfully) Also, she just told me to lie down on the floor so she could kick me!
My life. IDEK.
