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Dec. 5th, 2007 09:12 pmThis afternoon after school, I went to Sugar Mountain as I have been doing recently in preparation for Saturday's Pretend to be a Time Traveller Day. Mainly because Sugar Mountain has a selection of British candy, and I think it would be hilarious to offer jelly babies to people even as my other character. People might or might not catch the little reference (or think I was trying to poison them, whatever) but there's no way I could resist, besides. Sugar Mountain is SUPPOSED to have Jelly Babies but they haven't at all when I've been looking...not the point. The point is that I was standing in the British section, and just as I began looking at the Polo mints, Cars by Gary Numan came on.
Naturally, this was rather amusing to me.
Recently at school, in fact, yesterday at lunch, we were told to leave the school or something over the announcements. I couldn't hear as I was in the Docudrama line, but Mr. Butler did, and he told us to leave, or go to the cafeteria or library. People began filing out of the hallway, but as I went to my locker to get my coat (which is in the Drama hallway, so not far) Victoria came racing down the hall and told us not to leave. The Dramies that were left kind of shrugged and piled back into a line again. None of us knew what was going on, but we were damned if we were going to leave our place in line, even when police officers came filing past us. Later, I and a bunch of my friends who were still with me (after the Docudrama was cancelled) went downstairs to the Cafeteria. There, we sat, wondering endlessly what had happened and why we were there instead of watching a docudrama. It turned out that there had been a bomb threat, although, of course, the administration didn't tell us. We had to ask the teachers who were at least confused as we were.
While in the cafeteria, we came up with something I find rather funny. Josh and Hilary ended up talking about how Josh said at one point that he didn't like it when girls were loud in bed, which led me to invent the following situation.
"HEY! CAN'T YOU GET TO SLEEP? I KNOW I CAN'T. I'M GOING TO READ A BOOK SO THE LIGHT'S GOING TO BE ON, OKAY? I'LL JUST LEAVE IT ON. WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS? LET'S COUNT SHEEP! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR--I LOST COUNT, LET'S START AGAIN. ONE, TWO--" ect.
Well, I thought it was funny.
Anyway, I wish that we could be told straight out by the principal what's going on for once instead of her just endlessly dancing around the subject and petting our heads and saying, "Everything's fine! Puppies and rainbows!"
I'll be well out of it next year.
Naturally, this was rather amusing to me.
Recently at school, in fact, yesterday at lunch, we were told to leave the school or something over the announcements. I couldn't hear as I was in the Docudrama line, but Mr. Butler did, and he told us to leave, or go to the cafeteria or library. People began filing out of the hallway, but as I went to my locker to get my coat (which is in the Drama hallway, so not far) Victoria came racing down the hall and told us not to leave. The Dramies that were left kind of shrugged and piled back into a line again. None of us knew what was going on, but we were damned if we were going to leave our place in line, even when police officers came filing past us. Later, I and a bunch of my friends who were still with me (after the Docudrama was cancelled) went downstairs to the Cafeteria. There, we sat, wondering endlessly what had happened and why we were there instead of watching a docudrama. It turned out that there had been a bomb threat, although, of course, the administration didn't tell us. We had to ask the teachers who were at least confused as we were.
While in the cafeteria, we came up with something I find rather funny. Josh and Hilary ended up talking about how Josh said at one point that he didn't like it when girls were loud in bed, which led me to invent the following situation.
"HEY! CAN'T YOU GET TO SLEEP? I KNOW I CAN'T. I'M GOING TO READ A BOOK SO THE LIGHT'S GOING TO BE ON, OKAY? I'LL JUST LEAVE IT ON. WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS? LET'S COUNT SHEEP! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR--I LOST COUNT, LET'S START AGAIN. ONE, TWO--" ect.
Well, I thought it was funny.
Anyway, I wish that we could be told straight out by the principal what's going on for once instead of her just endlessly dancing around the subject and petting our heads and saying, "Everything's fine! Puppies and rainbows!"
I'll be well out of it next year.
