Why must life be so, for lack of a better word, twisted?

(I realise that no one knows, but vague ideas are welcome)

I’ve just been to careers evening. I am scarred beyond belief and utterly, incurably revolted. I was absent when we had to sign up, and for some dark and dastardly reason Mrs Kew-Simpson thought that I’d be perfectly suited to forensic anthropology. THEY BOIL THE FLESH OFF BONES. People enjoy this, think it’s fascinating and aren’t even paid very ( Read more... )

I am ashamed to admit that I had an addiction. If I heard the music from those machines I had to waste my two rand and frustrate myself beyond all reason. Slowly but surely I was rehabilitated and I could walk past the machines without feeling their magnetic pull ( Read more... )

A very small sample of my Grahamstown Arts Festival experience ( Read more... )

I found the elusive third thing. I feel very sick.

I just saw the school play - The Boyfriend. It was unbelievably sweet! We sat on the floor where the little kiddies are supposed to sit with Kelvie but we had a great view frm there. Interesting little extra highlights included Heinrich Springhorn (said in appropriate manner) wearing a strapless gown effort, Nich in a nightie, Notice Dude as a ( Read more... )

Today, after having a rather disturbing yet absolutely hilarious discussion about the devil I somehow managed to spin in a little circle on the floor and then Margie and Kristen beat me up. It was difficult explaining why we were late for maths ( Read more... )

Friday was English week dress-up day. We went as the Absinthe Fairy - my idol ( Read more... )

I have had enough of the short skirt thing. Today is the day tat I will staple my skirt at the side so that it no longer falls off if I don’t roll it ( Read more... )

Yesterday Corlia (evil prefect) chased me down and grabbed my bag, which entertained Liezl, in order to scream at me for my skirt being too short. I was annoyed. Corlia was known for her short skirt ( Read more... )