School assemblies. The interesting phenomenon in which someone with a cruel sense of humour tries to cram 1200 teenagers into one- albiet big- room for several hours, listening to various people drone on about stuff that no-one gives a shit about.
Luckily, for us, they only happen... once a term, is it? When they do, however, it seems the soul aim of all those speaking to make it drag out as long as possible.
There was one this week, and it went on through lunch. By the time we were allowed to leave, my brain had liquified and dribbled out my ears, forming interesting puddles on the gym floor.
Our principal makes me laugh. At her. She always reads an excerpt from some book or other that she thinks relates to the current situation. This week it was something about "Sam the... something something seagull."
Seriously, man. Wtf?
Stevie got student councellor, and made a huge rock-on sign with his arms when he went up to get his badge. Half the school thought he was a legend; the other half a total loser.
We still love him.
Went to a very shitty party yesterday, full of stupid, self centred girls. My best friend and I hid in the pool house... well... playing pool.
Mel, a friend of mine, has cut her hair and died it black with red streaks. She looks like a manga cartoon!
Bye bye now,
-TheToaster.