Don't touch my mustache

and thus began the second week of sixth form. got up at quarter to 8, got ready for school in 15 minutes, and got the bus. went straight to tescos and picked me up a six pack of kick which theoretically could last me a week but will actually only last for two or three days. (its lasted for more than one already so hush) and then after registration i had a free period which was partially spent arguing over who said what on the sheet from comm studies, and also was spent finishing my english homework. and listening to american idiot instead of ollie or gillis.

anyhoo, after that was comm studies with warner and the computing which was mostly talking about ASCII and we didn't get to do any practical stuff. after break i spent a free period starting fahrenheit 451 (which neil lent me so woo) and um stuff. english was odd and many people managed to tell who wrote the extracts without having read the text, i mean ok with the shakespeare, but the chaucer and the wordsworth and the dickens? they didn't google their homework at all ¬_¬ heh heh. what the dickens. you should probably ignore that bout of randomness.

anyhoo, at lunch there was lunch, and matt ended up carrying sammis bag for the whole lunchtime, even when sammi and alex went off in a different direction. now since it was sammis bag, that meant matt was carrying around a pink bag all lunch time. i have NO IDEA whatsoever about why we all found it incredibly amusing. none at all.

their was a very.. very.. brief frisbee session. like less than 5 minutes. crazy lunch, ending like that and everything. japanese was odd, and so forth. then when i got home there was somthing about the stalker having a stalker (thats matt and some random person who apparantly turned out to be sammi, who now seems to be a serial stalker, having both matt and jonny on her stalked list. more craziness.