What a freezing cold day!
2006-02-23 / 9:07 p.m.


And I continue, to share my life with you strangers.

Quotation of the day:
"Gosh Emily, that's so juvenile."

I've been trying to find my shoulderbag all morning, and all night. My hair got caught on my knees so many times, it hurts massively =(.

In English Katy asked me,
"What do you reckon are the thoughts of someone standing on a tall building, ready to jump?"
Of course I didn't word it in the exact way she spoke it, but that was a close attempt on her sophisticated language.
I didn't answer straight away but that question had not left my mind once she asked. In the middle of the lesson, I passed her a note written in my planner,
"I can imagine when someone confronts death there may be a possibility of having conflicting or contrasting feelings.
Conflicting - There is no way out but they wish there is, and want there to be a possibility that things will sort out. Overall hopeless that it won't.
Contrasting - As they look over the city from the tall building they would be thinking of all the goods/comforts of life - laughter, human love, food, colourful flowers. They will have to let go of that and may never see them again."
Katy nodded and said thankyou. Then I got on with my Oscar Wilde and thought more of where the hell did I put my shoulderbag.

I think sitting there having your eyes drawn is such a good feeling. I really enjoy the feeling of a mirror in one hand, eyes closed, chin up, and the feeling of a soft pencil around my eyelids, controlled by another hand. Then they say open and I look ahead, then look at the mirror, and repeat the process if needs be.

At break yesterday, Sam and I walked passed Mr Angel, my Psychology teacher, who, if you know him, inevitably makes a comment. But it was quite a nice comment.
"Ahhhhh...! You know he waits around outside the classroom just to see you!"
And then I turned to Sam and was like, Really? =D!

The way home from school was the most depressing going-home ever. It was wet, gloomy and cold. Everyone broke out into nuclear wars to step foot onto the bus, and I think in total Adam, Sam and I have missed out 3 buses before we managed to sandwich ourselves onto the 333. And remained sandwiched for the rest of the journey. But even inside an over-populated bus, it was still so freaking cold, oh lord.
Sam and I got home and we sat by the fireplace, drying up our hands, feet, hair ... oh my lord damp hair I hate, but I hate damp hair that is underneath clothing, so I'd rather let the rain get into it than being in a really confused damp status.
By then, I thought, maybe I threw my shoulder bag away a long time ago =(.

Apart from the shitty weather, everything is continue to skyrocket. Ms Pettigrew is proud of my English results, my Media coursework is coming up nicely, Drama has always been a breeze, and Psychology, well, I'm passable =D!
Socially, Duckie has made a return and we are throwing a party. Michael continues to aquire an impression of a pervy old hag, but really, I have the best times when he is being a pervy old hag. Lastly, Sammybabes is being the stereotypical white knight =D.
And, Brighton just cannot wait for our arrival.

I received a text from Adam a few days ago saying life would be so relaxing as a manatee.
What the hell is a manatee?
Me: Sam, what are manatees?
Sam: I think they are seacows.
Me: What like, cows in the sea?

From English Lit. class:
Mrs Darwin

7 April 1852.

Went to the Zoo.
I said to Him -
Something about that Chimpanzee over there reminds me of
you.

- Carol Ann Duffy
Hopefully the next time I blog I will be wearing something other than furry slippers, a big hoodie with two layers underneath. Seriously, this weather needs to just, shoo!
And hopefully by the next time I blog I have a shoulder bag, whether found or newly-bought. Found would be better.



♥ Joey



Previous entries:

My brother's 18th! - 2006-06-12

No more exams! - 2006-06-10

Two more exams left! - 2006-06-07

Game Maniac - 2006-06-04

Antipication of no exams. - 2006-06-02



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