Well, today was going alright, until about five minutes ago. The wifi has suddenly decided that we can’t be friends, so I’m posting via 3G like a heathen… Wait, weight be back in action, maybe? I don’t know what’s happening right now… The box is making a weird sound; like slightly rusty gears turning. Strange.
Anyway, college. I forgot my beloved lanyard again, so had to acquire and don one of it’s red, shame inducing cousins. After the arduous journey to collect the offending item, I then had to go to Philosophy. If missed a lesson of topic overviewing, and the construction of a weird mind map type contraption, so I set about doing that. It’s hard to find all the connections between things before putting them down; I want logic and order on my page, not to draw arrows betwixt things with reckless abandon. As I still haven’t done the essay (due in on Friday), I have to do it for tomorrow. Fortunately, I don’t have philosophy tomorrow. Unfortunately, my form room is down the hall from my philosophy teacher’s.
Second, I had English. We were down in the old, weird building, seemingly only utilised for teaching sixth form. The fly corpse previously on the windowsill next to my desk has been removed, finally. It was there for quite a while. We’ve nearly read the whole of The Tempest now; only a few pages to go! I got into a deeply philosophical debate with my English buddy about the possibility of The Tempest 2, or the ‘deleted scene’, where we return to Naples only to find Miranda walking over the corpses of the men to take he place on the throne. My visions are pretty badass, I must admit. There are hints that she has a malicious side, and it is my personal ‘headcanon’ that she is hiding her fiendish ways until such a time as she can seize her opportunity to usurp the foolish males who dared underestimate her. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed by this…
Art was after break, and I’ve nearly finished the little painting of myself. The prominence of my spine is still worrying me. It’s actually very much not good, especially considering the degree to which individual vertebrae are visible. That aside, the painting isn’t that bad, if I do say so myself. It’s taken me a lot longer than it should, but I’m ridiculously easily distracted. I’ve only got the skin and final top details to finish off. The skin alone could take me the rest of the week. I can’t paint while people, and I’m possibly the whitest white to ever white
(who isn’t an albino) My skin practically glows when you shine a light on it. This has suddenly turned into a commentary about the many strange things that go on with my person, and for that I apologise profusely. I also spent my free fourth in Art, because I’m a dedicated student and that.
Lunch was, as always, uneventful. I had my favourite school meal; 3 chicken goujons in a wrap. Classy. My team had won the form quiz, so we had to make this week’s. Unfortunately, I wasn’t involved, due to my absence on Friday, so the quiz questions were forgotten. Hence, it was the worst quiz ever. You can’t really come up with 10 ‘pride’ themed questions on the spot. I was ashamed to be even remotely associated with such abominable tomfoolery.
Lesson 5 was well being, which is about as useful as it sounds. The hour was mostly wasted gossiping, though I did refine my university choices. The only things I have to do for my UCAS application now are upload my personal statement and finalise my 5 choices. What a time to be alive.
When I got home, I had a nap in lieu of writing my essay. I only got up to have tea, which was
mildly disappointing. Spaghetti bolognese with practically raw bits of broccoli in it, and stupidly water spaghetti. There was hardly any sauce too, so it was mainly water-flavoured pasta with uncooked broccoli. Delicious.
Now, the explanation for all the flouncy language; I’ve been reading Homestuck again. It always gets me in the mood for long, fancy words, and I am yet to discover an explanation for this. The nonsensical gibberish it leads me to is quite extraordinary.
I have now completed two whole(ish) paragraphs of my philosophy essay, which I shall complete in my two frees delegated to non-art work tomorrow. Now, the endeavour to reconnect my phone to the wifi commences. Wish me luck, comrades.