OMG HATE. I lost my entry!
May. 28th, 2004 11:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tammaiya(Right, I'd already almost finished my entry when the window closed. ARGH, is what I have to say to that. Now, to recreate as best I can!)
Hooker-thing went well. People's reactions were the best bit. I even kept a tally!
Strange/horrified looks: Countless
Bewildered/amused/horrified comments: Many*
"Aren't you/isn't she FREEZING?": Approx. 17
"Good god, how can you/she WALK in those shoes**?": About 11
Greetings of things like "Hey, ho!": More than 5. 10?
Hooker jokes: I didn't count. *sweatdrop*
"PLEASE be careful!": Several
Wolf-whistles: One. (... Thanks, Saz.)
* EG:
"Hey, are you a prostitute?"
"Oh, what an ambition..."
"You want to be a PROSTITUTE when you grow up?"
"Oh, so you actually ARE meant to be a prostitute!"
"Oh my god, you're a HOOKER?"
"... Only you."
"You actually DID it?"
"I'm afraid to ask." (mostly teachers. *snigger*)
** NB, shoes are 6 inch heels and would be quite useful as fatal weapons, either as a missile or a bludgeon. They not only stretched my calf muscles and made my ankles almost vertical, they also made me 6'. I was taller than everyone, even my male teachers. Go me!
So Mrs Garden speculated upon whether the school would be liable if I broke my ankle, Ashie had heart-palpatations every time I- well, stepped forward, really, and Michelle thought I deserved an award for walking around school the whole day, including multiple flights of stair up and down, without tripping in my Killer Heels of Doom. (Not to be confused with the Hooker Boots of Ultimate Evil, which I DID consider wearing.)
It was a pretty good day; Mari was a cat, Victoria was a uni-student (ie normal clothes *grin*), Clair was an artist, Jammie was a bodyguard, Ashie was a Bohemian... Gemima was Johnny Depp. Now THAT was funny. Oh, and the whole maths department came dressed as seniors. Apparently Mr Marshall almost chucked one of the younger teachers out of the staff common room! *snigger*
So anyway, IT assignment seems to be going quite well- did you know there were 53 clow cards? Well you do now. And so do I. I'm not sure how well that many cards work for Snap, but we shall see. Angel cards seem to be working fine too.
History, on the other hand, is Very Concerning. Essay continues crap; have only just begun research, and why, WHY I ask you, does there have to be a Pope Adrian? I mean, REALLY. Sheesh. I hate Charlemagne. (My new mantra, it seems.) Also, SO behind on the note-taking that it's just not funny. I will know NOTHING for the test in Testing Week, and on that note I remember my Japanese exam is "write a thankyou letter IN KEIGO" or somesuch which will necessitate my learning of such vital things as, say, KEIGO and how to write a thankyou letter. I can't even write letters in English! Wah. Also, this will involve remembering various stock phrases (somewhat the equivalent of phrases like, "I was glad to receive your last letter" and "thank you for everything you've done") and the Tokyo kanji. Bah.
The essay remains the definitive pinacle of crap, though. It's times like these I wish I didn't care about my marks. I mean, my UAI doesn't even have to BE that high to get into what I want. I could get Cs in everything for the rest of this year and probably still get high enough. (That being because the course I want to get into doesn't have particularly demanding entry requirements... ^^;)
Why can't I just be like James Murray and be an auto-didactic polymath? (Coolest expression ever. Thank you, Surgeon of Crowthorne.) Wah.
Also, why am I still awake? I should go to bed. Huh.
HISTORY my weekend will SUCK aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.
Hooker-thing went well. People's reactions were the best bit. I even kept a tally!
Strange/horrified looks: Countless
Bewildered/amused/horrified comments: Many*
"Aren't you/isn't she FREEZING?": Approx. 17
"Good god, how can you/she WALK in those shoes**?": About 11
Greetings of things like "Hey, ho!": More than 5. 10?
Hooker jokes: I didn't count. *sweatdrop*
"PLEASE be careful!": Several
Wolf-whistles: One. (... Thanks, Saz.)
* EG:
"Hey, are you a prostitute?"
"Oh, what an ambition..."
"You want to be a PROSTITUTE when you grow up?"
"Oh, so you actually ARE meant to be a prostitute!"
"Oh my god, you're a HOOKER?"
"... Only you."
"You actually DID it?"
"I'm afraid to ask." (mostly teachers. *snigger*)
** NB, shoes are 6 inch heels and would be quite useful as fatal weapons, either as a missile or a bludgeon. They not only stretched my calf muscles and made my ankles almost vertical, they also made me 6'. I was taller than everyone, even my male teachers. Go me!
So Mrs Garden speculated upon whether the school would be liable if I broke my ankle, Ashie had heart-palpatations every time I- well, stepped forward, really, and Michelle thought I deserved an award for walking around school the whole day, including multiple flights of stair up and down, without tripping in my Killer Heels of Doom. (Not to be confused with the Hooker Boots of Ultimate Evil, which I DID consider wearing.)
It was a pretty good day; Mari was a cat, Victoria was a uni-student (ie normal clothes *grin*), Clair was an artist, Jammie was a bodyguard, Ashie was a Bohemian... Gemima was Johnny Depp. Now THAT was funny. Oh, and the whole maths department came dressed as seniors. Apparently Mr Marshall almost chucked one of the younger teachers out of the staff common room! *snigger*
So anyway, IT assignment seems to be going quite well- did you know there were 53 clow cards? Well you do now. And so do I. I'm not sure how well that many cards work for Snap, but we shall see. Angel cards seem to be working fine too.
History, on the other hand, is Very Concerning. Essay continues crap; have only just begun research, and why, WHY I ask you, does there have to be a Pope Adrian? I mean, REALLY. Sheesh. I hate Charlemagne. (My new mantra, it seems.) Also, SO behind on the note-taking that it's just not funny. I will know NOTHING for the test in Testing Week, and on that note I remember my Japanese exam is "write a thankyou letter IN KEIGO" or somesuch which will necessitate my learning of such vital things as, say, KEIGO and how to write a thankyou letter. I can't even write letters in English! Wah. Also, this will involve remembering various stock phrases (somewhat the equivalent of phrases like, "I was glad to receive your last letter" and "thank you for everything you've done") and the Tokyo kanji. Bah.
The essay remains the definitive pinacle of crap, though. It's times like these I wish I didn't care about my marks. I mean, my UAI doesn't even have to BE that high to get into what I want. I could get Cs in everything for the rest of this year and probably still get high enough. (That being because the course I want to get into doesn't have particularly demanding entry requirements... ^^;)
Why can't I just be like James Murray and be an auto-didactic polymath? (Coolest expression ever. Thank you, Surgeon of Crowthorne.) Wah.
Also, why am I still awake? I should go to bed. Huh.
HISTORY my weekend will SUCK aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.
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Date: 2004-05-28 12:33 pm (UTC)A very good question.
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Date: 2004-05-28 04:13 pm (UTC)Actually, Adrian would make a good pope in the Old Style of Corruption and Lewdnessosity.
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Date: 2004-05-28 05:54 pm (UTC)I had this conversation with Ashie, actually- I don't think he'd be too bad a pope. He'd try to do a good job. I mean, he'd probably botch up the religious stuff and the celibacy stuff occasionally, but he'd be more inclined to prevent atrocities. And he probably wouldn't have children. *grin*
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Date: 2004-05-28 09:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-28 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-28 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-28 07:09 pm (UTC)And I have absolutely no experience writing research essays. Foot note? BAH. Primary sources? AHAHAHAHAHAHAAH.
Far out, am so screwed.
*glomps*
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Date: 2004-05-28 07:20 pm (UTC)Kill me.
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Date: 2004-05-28 07:22 pm (UTC)This is what tegan says. However, tegan also says primary sources are bloody inexistant and mrs g cant possibly mark us down for the lack of them. >.
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Date: 2004-05-28 07:32 pm (UTC)... what about footnotes? *ph33r*
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Date: 2004-05-28 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-28 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-28 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-28 08:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-28 11:34 pm (UTC)"Vous comptez sur votre naissance et vous en concevez de l'orgueil ! Sachez que vous n'aurez ni gouvernement ni évêchés si vous n'êtes pas plus instruits que les autres." - Charlemagne
Which is like..."You count on your birth and are proud of it! Know that you will have neither government nor dioceseseses if you are not more learned than the others." More instructed. Taught. Thingy.
Er. Don't mind me.
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Date: 2004-05-28 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-28 11:43 pm (UTC)I wrote Jill a drabbletty thing. Did you see?
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Date: 2004-05-28 11:51 pm (UTC)I'll go look now.
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Date: 2004-05-28 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-28 11:55 pm (UTC)Also, I love you. You are simultaneously so mean yet... so funny. *grin*
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Date: 2004-05-28 11:57 pm (UTC)Thank you. Mean yet funny I'll take. Love you too. :D
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Date: 2004-05-29 12:18 am (UTC)Have also written a drabble.
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Date: 2004-05-29 12:22 am (UTC)Also, I really shouldn't talk, as I had a bit of a fit today about the best GPA I can get this semester being a 4.0 and the most likely being a 3.9...
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Date: 2004-05-29 12:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-29 12:31 am (UTC)*is a GPA whore in mind, if not in action*
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Date: 2004-05-29 12:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-29 12:36 am (UTC)