another interesting morning

my mum said yesterday that i could pretend to be ill until lunchtime for art, if it wasn't for the r.i. lesson i had in the morning. so i had to go in. anyway, i haven't done anything productive except win a card game of cheat against certain accomplises.
in r.i. we did some meditation which would have been alright, except i dripped a melted candle all over my thumb which hurt and i also have a sore throat which made relaxing slightly more difficult than normal. also the chairs were fairly bad. hmmm... i seem to be in a moaning mood. now for the highlight of the day so far...
we had a pse lesson where a police woman came in and told us our rights in the event of us being caught behind the wheel under the influence of alcohol or drugs, or a stop-and-search. anyway, we got a look at some nice weapons we had already seen before (and used in certain cases, damn my evil youth.)
at the moment i am in a chemistry lesson but the teacher isn't in so we have been given a sheet full of work to do which i cannot be arsed to do yet. so i have resorted to portraying my thoughts and words on my website. while i am writing this rubbish, some of my classmates are actually doing the work. some are sat down pretending to do the work, while madman next to me, who doesn't even do chemistry is examining his latest copy of the terrorists handbook. a good read i assure you. he has now resorted to playing a game where you exterminate comedic rats using an assortment of weapons, after giving memoi a quick lesson in the basics of the terrorists handbook.

i am bored now, and haven't got a clue what i am going to write. i have thirty-five minutes to waste either typing this or doing the work, which i do not feel like doing, because it's on 'rates of reaction' a topic i find tedious mainly because you always have to comment on an experiment between two things so unreactive that it takes years for the experiment to finish reacting, even if it doesn't react whatsoever.

gib and molsey have just been kicked out of the common room where they were playing pool, lucky them. they nicked molseys cue apparently. but according to gib mr clark leaves his office open so retreiving the cue will be a simple exercise. memoi would like to comment on how he dislikes exercise, so if you dislike that too, feel free to change that word with 'task' in your head if need be. memoi has also noted that he hates task, so replace it with any word that makes some sense in that sentence. memoi doesn't like those either. or that most likely for that matter.

i'm boooorrrreeeddd like a bannnanannaanananananannanaan. okay, i got a bit carried away with that, and memoi just exclaimed "banana! yay!" i'm sure you needed to know that. this is a message to molsey, i am not going to play any games whatsoever, i wish to write the longest post ever on this website, so everyone that posts something to this has something to look up to. yes i am a god. yay me. memoi just did a jig of approval, highly amusing.

message to memoi: "what are you doing for lunch?"
reply: "pizza pizza pizza!"
rough translation: "we will be proceeding to pizza hut shortly after twenty past one o'clock in the afternoon. when we arrive there, memoi will purchase a large pizza, with pineapple and ham bits on top, which we will consume when we "eat it" - memoi.

soooo bored, and i have twenty-eight minutes to waste. madman is playing snooker with gibson, and memoi would like to comment that there is infact twenty-seven minutes until we may escape this tourment. seeing as it took me more than a minute to type that because of several typos, i guess we have about twenty-five minutes of bordem left. memoi would like to comment again that we have twenty-six minutes till we may escape.

gibson is wondering why i am typing this. he thinks that no-one will read this. i beg to differ, because there is a lot of insanity and many people have a lot of bordem on their hands. incidentally, i should not have too much bordem tonight. i will be going out with friends for the evening for once in my life to watch a film, get something to eat, and perhaps get drunk. that should be a good evening. expect a slightly tipsey këö¬t to arrive back in irc sometime between the hours of eleven and zero this evening.

hmm... pizza sounds good, shall be something to perhaps cure my sore throat, or perhaps make it worse. memoi comments on this sentence with the word "indeed." madman has just urupted in laughter after gibson did a fluke shot in their game of snooker on the computer.

apparently i will be playing cards after they have finished playing their game of snooker because their teacher for supivised study has not turned up.

in summary, the rest of the day for me looks like this: more bordem possibly followed by a brief game of cards where we will proceed to the place known as pizza hut and consume some pizza providing that memoi pays for the majority of it. then we will wander back to school probably via a few shops which the visiting police woman commented on "increased shoplifting in the area." madman hasn't been caught yet. i think. then i shall have my art lesson and then i will wander home and relax at home shortly before venturinjg out for an exciting night out instead of a boring night on irc.

oh my god, i called irc boring. this is sacrilidge spelt wrong! irc can never be boring, it is the most exciting thing this country has ever seen. indeed. anything else that memoi wishes to comment on before i click the submit button? the reply is, "you cannot spell me name right you twit." indeed i cannot, hence i will correct my mistake now, then click the submit button. ttfn all. and have a good evening.

by keot, posted on Friday, 07. February 2003 @ 1303.15 gmt