Hm. Did you know that you digest your own blood? If you have, like, ulcers or sores or something in the digestive system (as in the small and large intestine) and it bleeds, you actually digest the blood and it ends up all black. That is so totally gross. Yup, guess what we were doing in Biology today… The current contents of my blazer pockets:

• An empty mint box
• R300 that I was supposed to give to the music teacher, but forgot
• two timetables (one for class and one for subs)
• A pencil
• 15 cents
• Lip balm
• HIV test promotion lip ice (one of those that say something in the line of “Do you know your status? Get tested today.” or “Take your relationship to the next level – get tested”) *rolleyes*
• Some or other pregnancy crisis center’s promotional lip ice (Yes, I am a sucker for freebies. And yes, I do keep at least two lip ices on me at all times)
• A cute little motherboard fan that I jacked from my dad the other day.
• A plastic little dinosaur that changes colour when it’s warm. And it’s inside a tic-tac holder.
• A squished, rusty (got caught in the rain once) geometry case with half its contents missing
• An old newsletter with half a poem on the back
• A poem from that sweet english teacher I used to have about habit
• An old rubric for a scientific report
• A blank piece of paper for writing poetry
• Exam timetable
• Merit sheet (Trust me, you don’t even want to know)
• Tampon
• Calculator (Hm, btw, did you know that your calculator has a ‘random’ function. There are even, like, different options for it)
• My large turqoise scissors (Yes, I found them again)
• Some pink cardboard leftover from some of other project
• Cellotape, but this one is sharpened on both sides
• Another pencil
• Whiteboard marker. It’s black.
• A baby stapler. As in a stapler that is a baby, not a stapler for stapling babies with. Don’t be so sickminded.
• My locker keys with a little doll keyring (that radnomly ended up being the same as Agnes’s without us even planning it or anything) attached.
• Honey-flavoured strepsils. Even though I don’t really like honey, but it’s the only flavour
• A large gluestick
• A compact mirror
• A gecko made of copper wire that I bought from some little shop by the road once. They totally ripped me off, but what the hey : P
• A paperclip used to unclog a glasspaint pen and to pick lockers with

/me grins
Now I have to put all that back… at least I remember where it all goes.
I’m sure there was a point to all that… Oh yeah. I was looking for a pencil.
/me goes through her pockets again and produces a pencil
My spacecase also got more interesting today. Was pretty bored during subs and Astrid started fooling around with it. Then Ruben. Then Robynne. So now it looks a lot more unique. I only hope that they still let me take it in for exams, with all that writing scrawled all over it.

I wonder how Woy is doing. He’s writing some exam today. I really hope he’s okay. I’m worried about him lately. He’s really stressed about some people there who apparently make it their mission in life to be idiots and act like idiots. And bother him.
/me sighs
I was up at four this morning, doing my project, and he was online too. We were talking and I was enjoying myself thoroughly. My dad might have put up a curfew for evenings, but he didn’t say what time I’m allowed to get up : P But then, I am not a morning person. At all. So, yeah. Why Woy was even online I dunno. I still say that he should have been in bed (seeing as he’s writing today) but he said that he couldn’t sleep. And preferred me to sleeping any day.
/me smiles
I’m writing out the Heartbeat poem for him atm. He’s asked me to send him the manuscript, but I don’t think he’ll be able to read it… there is only one person I know who can read those. And that’s me : P
There is just a whole lot of underlining and scratching out and circling and arrows pointing around and numbering and is usually written in more than one type of pen and with half the words on top of each other or in the margin. And is practically always on a specific type of paper.
Freaking impossible to read.
/me grins
Hm. Ya know… I am going to be really lame now, but whatever : P You know… I love the nicknames he calls me by. Sometimes it’s blondie, sometimes it’s Pearlie. Or baby or sweetie or darling. Or sweetheart or bayb or silly (when I say something really blond). Or babe.
And yes, I am being lame now. But whatever. I still love it all the same. It always makes me smile. Always. And here is where I get to post things like this. Ya’ll are just jealous.

Agnes was hilarious today. There are a bunch of little grade threes (or something) who were playing on the bench next the one where we sit (we kinda intimidated them off our bench : P ) and one of the little girls asked us whether we wanted a ‘face salon.’ We looked at her like she was crazy and asked her what she was talking about. It turned out that they all pretended to be running a salon. One of the little girls (a really cute little indian girl named Tisha) brought makeup and creams and stuff and would be the owner of the fine establishment. She could fire and hire the others as she liked and got to tell them what to do. The other girls didn’t mind; they got to play with makeup. And, oh joy! They got to makeup Agnes.
/me cracks up
Agnes is black, in case you didn’t know.. and they were giving her light pink blush, blood red lips and bright pink eyeshadow. And, of course, tons of creams and perfumes and things. My hands still smell like jasmine from touching her once. lol. She was waltzing around like that at break, not having any idea what she looked like. Yoli and I were taking a video (for blackmail purposes later : P) and then hustled Agnes to the bathroom. When she saw what she looked like, she nearly killed Yoli for that video *chuckles* She managed to get the stuff off her face, but was still smelling like a sickly sweet bouquet last time I checked. lol.

Handed in that stupid Bio project today, but in comparison to the other’s, it sucks. I need to start working again. And get it together. And stop slacking and thinking that everything’s a breeze. Because it’s that kinda thing that’ll make me drop everything. And, speaking of all that, I had better go do some work now.

Hm. Before I go… I got the coolest thing from my gran today. They’re on their way to Cape Town to go visit my baby cousin on that side of the family. Her name is Anneke (not sure about spelling). She absolutely loves me, for some weird reason. I used to read her Sherlock Holmes. The Hound of the Baskervilles. I read her all the freaky parts and she didn’t flinch. All the death and murder. Everything. And she actually laughed : P Apparently, it’s just about the tone of voice you use. But … I read her some science fiction after that. And she had nightmares that night. And it wasn’t even particularly intense sci-fi. It was just Gateways (I think it’s from the Star Trek series… can’t be sure). lol yeah. But anyways…
My grandparents came to say goodbye an hour or so ago. Now, my granpa is just crazy about books. There are books from the floor to the walls. Quite literally. And in more than one room. It was his birthday yesterday and when we went to visit, he lent me a couple of his poetry books. It is so freaking cool. There is even a book with 16th century poetry in there. Of course, that’s one of the books I lent : P My gran noticed and randomly asked me whether I would like a rhyming dictionary for my birthday. I told her I’d love one (no more mentally going through the freaking alphabet looking for rhymes). And then when they came to say goodbye today, she just gave it to me. She is so sweet, honestly. And it is really cool. I haven’t used it yet. But I will, dont’ worry. I will.

/me goes to do something useful

Your Not-A-Morning-Person Sarcastic Poet

~ by cravingoxygen on August 20, 2008.