Back to the daily grind

The past few days have been rather bizarre, culminating in me waking up (late for work, incidentally) with an enormous blue skull and crossbones inked on my forearm on Sunday.

And I knew reality was veering dangerously off course when my English teacher announced, with a sad sigh, that Steve Irwin's death was the stuff of great Shakespearian tragedy. I thought it was only Soph and I who subscribed to that view. But apparently not. Anyway. I am now sitting planning a speech that must be presented to the headteacher (such was my luck in the draw of A-Level teachers) and trying to correct the mistakes I made on my French homework. Though, as I sulkily told Gem, I wouldn't have written it if I thought it was wrong. So all in all it seems a rather pointless exercise. But I'm not a rebel, or anything. So I'm doing it.

Yes. I'm a nerd.

Ugh. I have General Studies tomorrow. This is very, very unfortunate because it means I'll be required to spend more than two minutes in my form. Bah. Hopefully Kat, who is suffering from possible food poisoning (also known as hypochondria) will be back, or it will just be Ben, Kirstin and I against the world. It's a bit of a mad siuation really; I'm sure Gemma's form doesn't want us all in there at lunchtime...

But we're not going anywhere else, so are all trying to be gracious and friendly to them all. It's quite transparent, really. We may as well all be shouting "Noooooo! Don't throw us out!" in the manner of SS torturers.

Kirstin's little birthday party was very good fun. Lots of dancing and shouting. Although I was a little worried about poor Ben at one point, who seemed to be very drunk on very little alcohol. I thought he was going to fall asleep on her sofa. But the pirate theme worked out well, not least for surprising people. Like, for example, Joe, who cycled past my house just as Gem and I were leaving it, and swerved violently into the path of a lamp post as he saw our pirate attire.

Good to keep the neighbours entertained, I suppose.