Indegestion Problems

Last night was amazing. My French exchange student, my brother and my sister went with me to see the lights on oxford street go on. Everyone was smiling, Daniel Ruth and Rachel from the X factor performed before the sugar babes sung ‘push the button’ and then Jamie and Harriet from heart radio turned on the Christmas lights on Oxford street in London. Even if the staging was a bit poor, it was still great. Then we visited Hamley’s, the seven storey toy store and spent about an hour in there, just exploring all the amazing inventions and gizmos that had been released to keep young richer people happy. There was bubble machines, air blasters, powder that when mixed with water turned into proper snow like stuff, toy cars that flipped at the press of a button, massive teddy bears, small teddy bears, a load of stuff for the people with a sweet tooth… It was actually amazing. It was the good night I needed to get my life back on the rails, because looking after Wesley is actually extremely tiring. Tuesday I had a shit day, but had to pretend everything was fine, take him to noodle bar and go see the new James Bond. Henry brought his friend to noodle bar, who tipped a pint of diet coke over me, but the Bond film did slightly cheer me up.
I hadn’t written at all for my NaNoWriMo this week, but it was major motivation that my best friend Sam decided to join the challenge with me. Sam is just a great guy; he’s always there for me and up for most new things. Oh and he’s one heck of an artist too ;)
Today started on a positive, I got in the car and when I got to school I had to talk to a guy called Nick for a while, then went around with Terry Cain for a bit. He had his mother change his religion on the school database to Jedi Knight, which I found very funny. Then I got back to were my group usually is, and Myles and Tom were there. Now don’t get me wrong, they are my friends, but I can’t get the feeling that these two try to compete for my attention. There is something I should make clear. They are both homosexual. However, only one of them (Tom) has ever attempted to ask me out. And he’s attempted… over twenty times. It has to be. I’m bisexual myself, but he seems incapable to take the hint that he is not my type. Now Myles has never asked for my help, but he always seems to be trying to get my attention or involve himself in whatever I am doing. When Sam got to school Myles was a bitch and told him he looked bad in the scarf that actually suited him, which I’m fairly sure pissed Sam off more than some-what.
Laughed around a bit in form with Alistair and Thompson, although I’m not sure whether Sir is getting annoyed at me, or is just having a bad period at the moment because he’s become very dismissive towards me; but meh, what are you going to do?
Chemistry was a bit boring, we watched her do a demonstration then pretty much watched exactly the same thing but on a video.
Physics my teacher started speaking forth about some random stuff, I think it was how to measure Kinetics or something. Either way, I had obtained some spare paper and he was boring me, so I started to write out the next scene for my NaNoNovel, half a page of writing later he finally sets some work.
I tried to make the most of break; knowing I’d be spending lunch at a rehersal for lord of the flies. The truth is, I really don’t want to do it, but I have to. I can’t just drop out now. I am pretty much the third biggest part, so if I dropped out it’d collapse rather more than somewhat, and I’ve made a couple of friends in the cast. Break was okay but Myles was being a bit irritating going on about how he was swapping art for history; he claims it is because he has two practical subjects instead of theory, so wants another theory, but everyone else thinks its just to get in a class with me. However, he didn’t know at this time I have to sit next to the Japanese guy because I help him, as he speaks no English. I did a bit of the Religious Studies essay in break and talked to Sam’s little brother Luke.
I adore philosophy. Miss Knags likes me, which always helps. Because I hang around my form tutor quite a bit, I talk to her quite a lot too. She’s a great person, she just feels the need to remember that I am a student and she is a teacher more than necessary. Even though I’m fairly sure that is the case with my form tutor as well, he doesn’t make it as obvious. I finished the essay in the lesson, and did a bit more of the Nano because we were just watching a movie. I couldn’t help myself, but when discussing the weakness of Darwin’s theory of evolution (that it is only a theory) I mentioned the theory of gravity also being in the same situation. It’s a point one of my favourite comedians makes regularly :P
Just before the rehearsal I talked to the guy playing Ralph, and what he said cemented that I needed to do this Lord of the Flies, even if I don’t want to. It’s not about me, it’s a team thing. I’ve bitten off more than I can chew recently, now I’m going to deal with the indigestion the best I can.
Fourth was ICT, and I have the theory that drawing should be done in art, but seeing as you can’t avoid doing it for the course I wanted, I did it on paint; making it a lot faster and more technical. It vaulted me in front of Sam however, who wasn’t in the best mood because Tom had pissed him off during Lunch and he basically just sat there all lesson doodling slowly. I was actually quite worried about him, so I bitched about Myles with him for a while.
History with Myles there for the first time. He then realized he couldn’t sit next to me and sat next to a mate of mine. We had to plan the fourth question of coursework, meaning he has to catch up on the work we’ve already done, which will affect his final grade. Good luck on that one Myles.
The rehearsal after school started off good but went a bit down hill after a while, and then plummeted, but I’m glad we got at least an act and a half done. Then I collected Wesley, got home, typed up what I’d written and just chilled out on computers together. It was one of our first nights actually just staying at home, and I was glad to get the odd 400 words done that I did. I think Wesley enjoyed himself, and we’re going to a party tomorrow night. I’m skipping stagecoach to go to it.
After Sam re-blogged again, I felt the urge to do the same. :)