So, what can happen in a week?

 

Thursday - Party at Josie's to celebrate Leah's birthday. We all felt very rebellious sleeping at somebody else's house and drinking on a school night, but slightly ruined the rock star edge by sharing a nice Chinese and falling asleep at midnight. I'm unsure whether the most amusing part was me getting my foot stuck in my pyjama bottoms whilst wearing no underwear and hiding under a sleeping bag, or being the only person feeling totally well the next morning, unlike somebody:

 

 

 

Saturday - Leah's party! Even though I've probably ruined my feet after the 4 hour high heel assault, it was a great night. Leah refuses to admit that she allowed certain males to become acquainted with her bottom (she did), Ben apparently became known as a gay slag with 11 girlfriends (he isn't), and Josie's dress nearly revealed one thing too many during her fantastic dance moves (it didn't). Clearly though, Leah's dad ruled the dancefloor, proving where she gets her skills from. I was in awe. A personal highlight, however, occured afterwards when Leah was going through her photos:

 

 

Check me out in the background. Photogenic or what?

 

Lucy

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Happy Birthday Leah :D

 

Lucy

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On the school bus home this afternoon, we were joined by a strange and angry lady in a flourescent jacket. She seemed incredibly desperate to make everyone form an orderly queue, pay in the minimal number of coins possible, and walk onto the bus slowly (one by one) as she inspected our faces for any possible sign of trouble making. This lady seemed like the type who enjoys making children and small dogs do as she tells them to, and probably reads books detailing the proper way of setting tables and which is the correct fork to use for the fish course. When nobody took one tiny bit of notice of her, an evil look of administrative revenge passed over her eyes, and I fear she will ruin us all with scathingly composed complaint letters and obscure statistics. She frightened me, but mostly because I know that she's exactly what I'll turn out to be. Eugh.

 

School's back!

 

Lucy

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Today, at around ten to three, I actually nearly bumped into Anneka Rice at the University of Sussex. And yes, I was wearing The Boots.

 

Move over Gail Porter!

 

Lucy

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It's that time of year again: The Annual English Coursework Library Trip. Kelly S and I sat in the same seat as last year, and however sad that might sound I'm rather proud we remembered! Truthfully though, we may have ended up there whether we remembered it or not, it's the absolute closest we could get to the books without sitting on the shelf. The actual work we were doing isn't very interesting in itself, and unless you really want to know what it was, I'll skip over that. The most important part was that we were sitting next to a man with a shoulder length combover and a leather jacket who was reading books on metalwork. Everytime I glanced him in the corner of my eye (and yes, trust yours truly to have to sit next to the weird guy) he was either looking at us, kneeling down at a shelf (and his knees clicked everytime he did this - the perils of age!), or looking at us a bit more intently than before. I was beginning to get unnerved / feel like he must think I'm his long-lost daughter/student/Thai bride when, to my relief, he started reading his metalwork books properly. Perhaps me and Kelly with a pile of dusty books in between us is a more interesting sight than yet another diagram of a brooch? If that's the case, I forgive him.

 

On the way home (after the 63 shut its doors in Kelly's face) I think I traumatised a small child for life. You know the type, annoyingly loud and undisciplined kids running riot and gradually persuading you that perhaps having your own might never be an option? Well, he was one of those children, horribly cynical and cruel I may sound about it. Him and his older brother were pressing the bus button over and over and over again, something I cannot actually cope with, and to increase my annoyance no-one was saying a word. So when they ventured onto my end of the bus, to the empty back seat I was sharing quite companionably with an empty can of Carling and a glass bottle, I was reaching the end of my (admittedly short) tether. Sure enough, the boy went to press the button closest to me, so I put my hand over it. His face was a mixture of confusion and cheeky amusement, and was almost endearing. He then tried to force my hand off the button and press it, a game I was not prepared to play. I told him that now wasn't the time to play that game, the bus driver will get really angry if you press it again and will throw you off the bus and make you walk home in the dark alone. He didn't press the button again. I also had to tell his older brother not to put the aforementioned glass bottle in his mouth because I had seen a tramp drink out of it (this part was true). Their mother (I presume) then told them to leave the lady alone and stop being irritating. Hear hear.

 

Lucy

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I had written a post here but it bored me more than usual. Instead I'll be concise (it makes it easier to proof-read) and say:

 

Lucy

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Yesterday I found out that there is a crater on the moon called Mason, which as most of you know is my surname. So naturally I got incredibly excited about this, until Alex Ashford told me it was actually named after the astronomer who discovered it and not me, pouring rather a lot of patronisingly cold water on my happiness and enjoyable pretence at fame.

 

So upon further research on Wikipedia it turns out both me and Alex Ashford are wrong:

"the crater was named after a teenager named mason cooper aka snowboarding rock god"

 

So there we have it.

 

Lucy

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