Blueberry Hospital Popcorn

School was nothing spectacular.

After 5th lesson, Lexy and I run off to her and drive to the hospital. As we go, we realise neither of us have any change for the parking machine. We stop at a petrol tank and Lexy pulls into a parking space, I open the door and she screams "NO!" I shut the door. She then proceeds to park perfectly. Her reasoning being that it makes people think she's a good driver. I will point out, she is a good driver, and the parking thing, is kind of annoying. I go in to buy something to get a load of change. The man behind the counter looks at me apologetically and says:
"I have no change today." I was a little surprised. I swapped the £5 into change with a woman, and the £10 from the till (he magicked up some change).

We drive on towards the hospital. We stop at the traffic lights just outside it. Lexy points out, we're over the line. I look out the window. We weren't over the line, not really; we were sitting on top of the pedestrian crossing instead. Nice.

We realise we are almost an hour early and after a few laps round the parking lot, decide to drive to the cinema. It doesn't take long before we're not too sure which way we're going. I have a hunch, Lexy has another. We decide to go round twice, knowing we'd recognise the road once we see it. Or so I thought. Lexy changed lanes a little bit illegally and went down the road I'd had a hunch about.
"This is the wrong road."
She was not impressed. We missed 4 places we could have turned, before finding a really tiny round about that we turned around on. It felt like we were spinning on ourselves. Strange feeling to get in a car. We get to the cinema, both of us realising we don't normally come from this direction. Lexy parks perfectly before I am allowed to go in and buy a regular portion of salty popcorn. I get inside and order a large. I would be lying if I didn't call it a bucket.

I eat some of the popcorn and we start driving back to the hospital, using the route we both think is the one we normally use. It really wasn't. We got to the hospital and were directed to the alternative parking. The parking guy was given popcorn, we were given a parking space and Lexy was given a compliment.

I continued eating popcorn on the way home and by the time it was dinner, I had finished the entire bucket. Now, having finished the second draft of my personal statement I wish to end the day with comedy and an ice lolly to calm my throbbing mouth.

Chav-tastic

My girlfriend has got this cute habit of getting dropped off at school by bus and coming to meet me as I walk. Today we walked past two adolescent male chavs.

"ey up, let's get some!"
"Are you female? Are you gay?"
*Silence*
"Gay-boys!"

Smooth. Label yourself homosexual. Because all the lesbians love to fuck the gay guys.

Today

(Monday, for those that don't know weekdays)

Second week running my TOK presentation was cancelled. Suits me. I'm yet to start my personal statement. I really should. German assistant was away. Spent the time mockering Sara. Maths was spent being mocked by the teacher. I have to do a character analysis on someone I've never read about, in a book I don't know. I'll start the personal statement. Or get someone else to.

Sunday

Got 10 hours sleep and still napped in the afternoon. My mum and I went shoe shopping (mine are leaking, nay: sucking up water like sponges and we live in rainy England). I got no shoes. There were none in my size, shape (flat) and price range. Lots of sandals and high heeled boots though. I did get two pairs of skinny jeans and a new T shirt though, so it was worth it.

On Sunday night, whilst trailing through the erotic fiction of deviant art (not something I do often, you'll come to see why), I stumbled across this. Regardless of what you normally think of erotica, this is... worth reading.

Saturday

Another day at work. I work in a fairly male dominated section. Half way through the afternoon tidy, W asks me if I've seen one of the guys in charge (who claims to be a total stud). I tell him no, and ask why. Turns out they're playing a game. "Racks Away" involves a point system:

• 1 point for a great pair of tits
• 1 point for a MILF (must have a child with them)
• 2 points for a MILF with a great pair

It really is that simple (and shallow). W and one other guy both got 10, one guy from fruit and veg got 7, I joined halfway through and got 5, the Stud only managed to see 3. Pathetic.

The time was passed by talking about sex. W had started the day with morning sex (first words of the day were "do you have a rubber?"), M&B Guy hasn't had sex since August and that was with his psycho ex. The Stud claimed to be single by choice, but everyone knows his ex dumped him and he was not pleased about it. Good fun.

Friday

Got to economics, sat down. Everyone else (including the teacher) were late. When they arrive conversation starts up. Boy one finds a disc and puts it on his finger like a ring. It gets stuck. Boy two brutally tears disc off Boy one's finger. Finger swells slightly. Teacher explains he has packed away our lesson plan and has found an alternative task. Boy one tells teacher how he scored almost top marks on a Geo test, but failed the other tests so badly he only got a C. While he explains he puts the disc back on the same finger. Another member of the class mock his failing, pointing out he's stupid enough to get his finger stuck on the disc twice. Boy two looks over, sees disc on finger and pulls the disc off his finger. Taking skin with it. Blood is dripping onto the table. My teacher asks the class if we'd rather have a discussion or independent research lesson. No one is paying attention to him, so he questions me directly and sends me on my way while the boys make jokes about Boy ones stupidity and bleeding finger.

When I complain about the stupid guys that are the rest of my class, I'm not being sexist, they just conform to the stereotype.

The Birthday of one Olivaliv

Last night was a wondeful night of cakes with faces, nerdy speeches, talk of nuns and inside out condoms. Food was curry, so I had chicken and chips. Lovely. Had a jolly good time.

Cheesy Chips

For lunch I had cheesy chips. They were delicious. Now I'm ready for a few hours of napping and listening to the epic win that is the surfing play list, for mine and Lexy's holiday. And just generally day dreaming about a certain gorgeous someone, who should know who they are by now.

Driving

The power of naps is continuing: I fell asleep in 2 (possibly 3, I can't remember economics) lessons and I've ended up with a doctors appointment to get my thyroids checked out. Just because I like to sleep. And because I have no control over it.

It's my 18th in a while (23rd Dec) and my mum wants me to learn to drive. I don't want to. It's expensive, I live where I can get everywhere I want through lifts, buses and trains, it's dangerous and it doesn't have my interest at all. I appreciate that between not drinking, smoking, having an interest in drugs and not driving I'm not "cool" as far as teenagers go. I'm cool with that. Now I've just got to find a way to explain that to my mother (she *really* wants me to learn. I *really* don't). I think I'll point out she didn't learn until she was thirty something and she did just fine.

I also find myself missing Sara when I don't see her. Like during a lesson. A 50 minute lesson. Most inconvenient.

Napping Power

Napping has returned, more powerful than ever. I was 10 minutes late to English, awake for the first 10 and the last 5. I slept for the other 25. I really tried not to. I also slept through my free and some of lunch. I was up reasonably late last night. I also napped once I got home.

On the upside, I earnt £30 last night, finished my biology coursework and my TOK presentation. Which was cancelled due to the teacher forgetting to turn up and the projector being broken. The German assistant is also having trouble debating with me. Not only do i put up an argument you'd have difficulty shooting down, but we agree on everything. I enjoy it, I always win.

I've had worse days.