Today I got in sort-of trouble with Purvis for not collecting lit notes, so I am instituting a new plan that the 3 lit reps will collaborate, and the first to get to the shop when the notes are ready, will collect for all three classes and sms the other 2 reps to let them know. And Purvis is a strange, strange man. I don't know what to make of a man who's really scary and tells lit reps to see him at the end of the lesson and that we might have to reassess whether the responsibilities are being dealt with appropriately, and then says Hello Tommy, Hello Condoleeza, and puts his arms on our shoulders and tells us that we're good children and not to be upset about being scolded, and tells me that if I were his daughter he'd be very proud of me. I don't even see what he's got to be proud about, considering I hardly speak in class, I've barely read Silas Marner properly, and I scrape by with Bs. Purvis is beyond strange.

Then I got in big trouble with the woman in the library, the young bitter spinster. I had a sandwich next to me, and some of the sandwich (inconspicuously) in my mouth. She came to my table in the media centre in order to do some screaming about how we were talking, and I made to hide the sandwich, and she noticed. Her eyes grew wide like a monster's, her face tightened and became really pinched and white, and she hissed rather loudly that what was I doing bringing food into the library, and pack up my things right now and follow her to her room. So I did, all the while unfortunately suppressing an urge to laugh, and she wrote my name and class down, and god knows what she's going to do. That'll be my third white slip. She has such a humongous stick up her ass. Bitch.

And then I skipped PE, and apparently attendance was taken individually meaning mine wasn't taken. And I can't go for PE tomorrow either, and last Thursday I had that useless SYF tech run so I skipped that PE, and all the PE-skipping is normally a happy thing but I'm beginning to wonder if the string of absences is going to end up doing me harm in some way. I hate librarians and PE teachers.

The good part of today: the rain. The TSes were like an island, surrounding by much water and mini-whitewater rapids, only brown rather than white. And the usual pathway to the main block just completely disappeared, submerged. And it was nice and cold and noisy. I like rain.

And the second good part of today: in the evening, I left dance early to see Prelude to a Kiss with my mom! Brilliant seats, almost front row, and it was opening night so lots of interesting people and I felt like a bit of a fool in my school uniform. Saw Krishen Jit outside.
It was really good. And Melody Chen and Rodney Oliviero practically stripped and made love on stage, which was weird to watch seated next to my mom but I survived. They were just wearing those flesh-coloured little thingamajibs to just about cover their boobies and other things. And everytime Rodney took his pants off after that, the audience started sort of giggling. And the Rodney-Hossan kiss was pretty interesting. The theatre was quite hushed at that moment. And Rodney Oliviero is rather hot. He's very tall, and nice skin, and quite a cute mouth. And very nice body - tall and lanky and on the thin side. My favourite.
And on a more intellectual front, the use of colour is very interesting. The first half, everyone's in black and white except for the old man. In the second half everyone's in colour. The colour-observation sickness is catching. (Pleasantville!)

Meals on Wheels is developing into a habit. I've had both lunch and dinner in the car today. And two French toast in the morning, and the sandwich (the infamous one. I threw the remains of it in the trash because it made me angry.) And Pringles and Kit-Kat at the theatre. Haha I'm going to recount my daily eating, just like a certain Pegasus is doing on her blog.
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