Today... insane shit. Walked into the classroom this morning to hear snippets of conversation floating around, centering around the rumour (later to be confirmed) that Barnard had taken a 3 day MC. Meaning no econs today! Which left maths lecture and wuthering heights. Understandably, several people started to regret coming to school.

Walked to the A10 classbench and saw annjie and tracy sitting there. Annjie grinned suggestively. Tracy attempted to slide her hand up my blouse. Interpret that however you may.

*is awesome at context jumping*

I had half a mind to skip lit but eventually decided against it. And... oh man. Lessons are taking such a downturn this week. Was expecting an hour of brain stimulating~ context analysis. What we did get, however, was a handout on Emily Bronte Conspiracy Theories. (Burge self-deprecatingly described it as 'four sides of utter rubbish') It was terribly interesting (if completely irrelevant to promos revision! ><) and the alarming implications of what it suggested were... tragic. It made me cry inwardly. But as with conspiracy theories, it was hard not to feel incredulous. Yet the melodramatist in me would dearly love to get carried away in speculation.

One line I vaguely remember: 'it is likely that this is what happened, seeing as I have not found evidence that suggests otherwise'. NO NO NO THIS IS NOT HOW YOU PROVE CASES DAMNIT! -_- There is no such thing as guilty until proven innocent!!

Plus we got to watch videos, like Wuthering Heights Feat. shiveringgoatt. Awesome cakes.

Wandered around school trying to find places to study. Consultation area outside the teacher's staffroom. Classbench. Reading room. Only the latter offered a conducive study environment, predictably. But I got bored and headed back to the classbench where the A10 dudes were. Lame attempts at wordplay! Plus strange, strange incidents of mishearing.

Hofai plays a song on his laptop.
me: Oh what song is that?
hofai: innocence by avril lavigne.
me: ...inner sex by avril lavigne?

Have been studying at robyn's house on and off for the past few days. And that's where I'll be headed again this evening! :D It's impossible to study on my own nowadays, I have no idea why. So if you're looking for a study partner, here's a decent-looking 16 year old chinese girl on offer -- okay I must stop, this is getting out of haaaand. Greg calls me a mamasan. If this goes on any longer I'm afraid he won't be too far from the truth.