Out to lunch

We were getting more and more listless, so Kath and I decided to lunch out together today. Two o'clock may be a little late for lunch, but we were desperate. And hungry (I'd had breakfast at twelve, ten minutes after I woke up). We chattered about the play, and how awful it's going to be. Costumes were planned, then we went to The Phoenix and chanced upon Wendy in the costume room. That was a shock. Great fun was had by all as we planned our characters' outfits, and Wendy offered to lend us various garish items for the weekend.

We decided that one round of "coffee" (I usually have tea, and Kath a milkshake or hot chocolate) is never enough, and went in Nero for the first time in ages. Loyalty cards and free drinks ftw. Thinking of possible costumes increases one's propensity to peoplewatch. That was entertaining. Creme eggs were bought, then we went to out respective stations of public transport, pour rétourner home.

My driving test is in less than three weeks! Aaaaaghhh! Hopefully, it will be fine. Then I will be able to drive wherever and whenever I want. Except to school, because my Dad feels the need to drive several miles away to the tram station, when he could walk to the train instead. What silly parents I have.

I want to screenprint something. Cakeybakey delights tomorrow, at Kath's house, with a number of people from school. Then off to the theatre. Reports tomorrow, perhaps.

Oh-wa, ta-gu, Siam.

A day of wins and losses

I woke up hideously early (fifteen minutes more so than usual) inorder to get to Bolton to take my driving theory test, which I passed with one wrong answer. Win 1.

A nice walk to school, then I was going to get some work done. It should be noted that today was house day, so chaos was very much the theme. There was biology to be done, and still is, but Michael was managing year 8 board games on his own, so I stepped in to help. Witty epigrams on the board much? Actually, no, witty is far too optimistic. Amusing year 8's though. I think Manchester won. Win 2.

More free time, so I sat in the library and tried to fill in a form and do the omnipresent biology. I ended up reading the studentBMJ. Loss? Perhaps. Loss 1?

Lunchtime was results time - module 1. Pandemonium in the library, then a great deal of mixed feelings. Lots of reconsidering to be done, apparently. And a lot of resits. I did quite well, although my general studies mark beat my chemistry one. Shameful. Win 3, loss 2.

The afternoon meant managing year 9 climbing. Jonny was doing nothing, so I dragged him along. It was quite amusing: timed relay climbs finished with a shout of "STOP COOKING!". Then some year 11s who were doing the same thing after break came into the gym and started dicking about with astounding proficiency. We wanted to go, so had to spend ten minutes getting them to leave so it wouldn't be our resposibilty if they injured themselves and/or each other. Win 4, loss 3.

The language quiz was amusing. Enough said.

Then the BEAT final. We didn't win! I'm livid, but I did a good job of convincing everyone, inculding myself, that I didn't mind. We had a nice chat over food with our supportive teachers. That was nice. Win 5, losses 4, 5 and 6.

Dad was late, so Michael was late to cubs (I'd offered to drive him there). Took Jonny home, then realised I was supposed to be at explorers, so went. Madness.

I want to talk about yesterday, but this post is too long already. Calssics reading. Fisher won everything (actually all three categories). David had me in hysterics. It was a very gay afternoon, in all regards. Definite win.

And that's more than enough. And you just lost the game.

I know a title that'll get on your nerves

Niall rightly pointed out that we were in need of biscuits. He went to the shop and bought a large pack of bourbons for 90p. We decided to eat them all. After finishing his half he felt rather unwell, and tried to lock me in the kitchen until I finished my half. I was not impressed.

Beavers was otherwise quite demoralising. I hate it when that happens. The room is full of people who aren't beavers is ludicrous. Even after we got rid of two there were too many. They're really impertinent too. I can't stand it.

I managed to drive home without putting anyone in danger, which is more than can be said for Phil on the way there: he came very close to knocking into of the Beavers as he parked. The mother didn't look happy.

Too much maths. Always the way.

Dancing through life

We've salvaged the drama situation. It's fine. It's hard work, but we're getting there. The tea run in the middle was certainly needed. I had to foot the bill, but Luke was there, as ever, so it wasn't all bad.

On Wednesday I trekked out to the deepest darkest depths of Wigan to watch a performance of The Last Five Years. It was good. Unfortunately, the girl's voice was beginning to go by performance time, but ah well. The temperature was about minus four for my return journey, which involved a lot of waiting around and reading Wilde.

Tonight has been extremely fun. Mr Brown is still rather distant, but that didn't stop us. Driving home through Boltington, Chris decides to turn the music (Wicked -  What is This Feeling?) exceedingly loud and lower the windows, bathing the townsfolk in our musical glory. We so nearly crashed. In units of fun per second, that was the most intense it's been in a while.

Now, back to the Personal Statement writing. "/.

On a besoin d'un coup de théatre

Today has been a very odd one. I remember doing little other than playing games and telling bad jokes in biology. Then nothing was done in maths, apart from Michael telling me about how he was going to buy a Rolly Royce Phantom from the 1940s and drive round Worcestershire with driving gloves and goggles, going "TOOT TOOT!" in the manner of Toad of Toad Hall. I was in hysterics at the prospect.

Yesterday afternoon was ruined. Hunter spent the first twenty minutes of the thirty-five we had for maths complaining about people (two, perhaps, in this case) not handing in homework on time, and being petty by way of revenge. It's all Raja's fault. He seems to follow me round, appearing in half my lessons, and being deliberately irksome. Perhaps that's just paranoia, but that's not the point: by consensus he is unnecessarily irksome.

Oh, and I'm going to fail physics. I wonder whether AS module 1 results are significant enough to warrant a results party. I'm leaning towards the positive, understandably. A chance to unwind after all this stress is needed. There seems to be so much to do.

I haven't talked about the title. It's our drama, which is on track to be dire. Lily is supposedly directing it, hence the need for a coup d'état , or more appropriately, un coup de théatre.

I shall go back to my inertial mechanics.