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I'm home for the holidays, which is good because under our new principal's authoritarian regime the school internet blocks nearly everything - I can only think of Reddit, Funnyjunk, and Sporcle right now - but those idiots even blocked Google and Youtube once.
Books I have read so far this year - Howl's Moving Castle, Castle in the air, The Great Gatsby, Nineteen Eighty Four, The Unrest Cure, Joy in the Morning, Money in the Bank, Cat among the Pigeons and The Amateur Cracksman.
I even read some non fiction - lots of research papers, Data and Goliath (Bruce Schneier, and to be honest, I borrowed it just to write stuff in the English final exam essay but that went very well so I'm not complaining), The Watercolour Flower Painter's A to Z, and Watercolour Fruit and Vegetable portraits. I really want to buy these last two books even though I don't paint watercolour (yet?) because the illustrations are fantastic and it's just fun to look at them. Unfortunately, the speech day voucher bookshop has mainly crappy "most popular bestseller" type books, and my mother wants me to save the vouchers from the good bookshop for things like expensive textbooks.
A few weeks back PC was irritated with me very much, to the point she couldn't stand talking to me. According to SH I was just being paranoid. She always says I'm emotionally stupid and can't read clues on whether someone else is angry or doesn't want to be spoken to, but this time I could really sense it. PC had the nerve to say she didn't want to speak with me when I asked her what I'd done to annoy her. Whatever made her annoyed with me is now gone and she is being her previous nice self, so I think I will reciprocate the niceness.
I would also like to tell my future self the tale of our cluster lunch, which involved a fancy restaurant with buffet desserts and an incident I call When the Tarts met the Tarts (lovely little tarts with berries and orange slices, poor little things) - but that is a bit too rude and mean even for this that nobody knows about, so I will now shut up, as I should have done here this past year (maybe I will hide them, . Though like that man who saw the king's donkey ears or whatever they were, I think venting the moment's thoughts here does ease my state of mind.
I'd like to sleep now but I've looked at the screen far too much today.
Books I have read so far this year - Howl's Moving Castle, Castle in the air, The Great Gatsby, Nineteen Eighty Four, The Unrest Cure, Joy in the Morning, Money in the Bank, Cat among the Pigeons and The Amateur Cracksman.
I even read some non fiction - lots of research papers, Data and Goliath (Bruce Schneier, and to be honest, I borrowed it just to write stuff in the English final exam essay but that went very well so I'm not complaining), The Watercolour Flower Painter's A to Z, and Watercolour Fruit and Vegetable portraits. I really want to buy these last two books even though I don't paint watercolour (yet?) because the illustrations are fantastic and it's just fun to look at them. Unfortunately, the speech day voucher bookshop has mainly crappy "most popular bestseller" type books, and my mother wants me to save the vouchers from the good bookshop for things like expensive textbooks.
A few weeks back PC was irritated with me very much, to the point she couldn't stand talking to me. According to SH I was just being paranoid. She always says I'm emotionally stupid and can't read clues on whether someone else is angry or doesn't want to be spoken to, but this time I could really sense it. PC had the nerve to say she didn't want to speak with me when I asked her what I'd done to annoy her. Whatever made her annoyed with me is now gone and she is being her previous nice self, so I think I will reciprocate the niceness.
I would also like to tell my future self the tale of our cluster lunch, which involved a fancy restaurant with buffet desserts and an incident I call When the Tarts met the Tarts (lovely little tarts with berries and orange slices, poor little things) - but that is a bit too rude and mean even for this that nobody knows about, so I will now shut up, as I should have done here this past year (maybe I will hide them, . Though like that man who saw the king's donkey ears or whatever they were, I think venting the moment's thoughts here does ease my state of mind.
I'd like to sleep now but I've looked at the screen far too much today.