The Random Musings of a Socialite pt 3

Morning =)

I missed the school bus, on my fourth last day. I think I must be the coolest kid on the block..

That was Sarcasm, if you hadn't noticed.

I 'm very proud of the fact that I was hungry, walked into a shop, rejected the chocolat and junk food, and went straight for the clementines. I ate 6. And found 3 pips. I love the clementine.. It's not pippy, like the mandarin, or bloody hard to open like the tangerine. Ah such simple things can give one joy if one lets it.

Now I'm at school, the service bus journey took me 2 hours, and I arrived to go straight to Engineering, only to find that all they were involved in doing was staining the trebuchet and writing a presentation, both of which could easily have been done with no help from me. I never have, or never will, pretend to be any more than average at handling a paint brush and pot. In fact, if we take a proper average of everyone, including children and Polish people (who as everyone knows are exempt from most normal averages) then I'm quite a way behind average. So I stood around looking clever and slightly hot and bothered until the break, when I frantically ran around looking for sponsors for the Half-Marathon I'm running.

Want to sponsor?

I just re-read that last paragraph (well the last-but-one, the last one says 'Want to sponsor?' and that's not what was bothering me) and I realised that you probably don't know either a) what a trebuchet is, or b) why the hell we have one in our class. Well let me illucidate here. In my Engineering class we originally had four modules, Structures, Dynamics, Power Generation and Electronics. Now we scuppered Electronics, and instead decided to build a working model of a trebuchet. It's about 2m high, and a thing o' beauty. And if you want to know what a trebuchet is, go and find out on wikipedia, you lazy bastard.

=)

Ok, I better head off now, I'll probably add to this post later on.

Cheeribye

'Lets face the facts about me and you,

A love unspecified,

Though I'm proud to call you chocolat bear,

the crowd will always stop and stare,

I feel exactly those feelings too, and that's why I keep them inside,

cus this bear can't bear the world's disdain, and sometimes it's easier to hide,

than explain our

Guy Love, that's all it is,

Guy Love, he's mine I'm his,

There's nothing gay about it in our eyes,

you ask me about this thing we share, 

and he tenderly replies,

It's Guy Love, between two guys..'

Ahhhh Scrubs..