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It's my birthday in two weeks. I'm going to have a picnic! Because I really can't think of anything else to do. It's such a bad time for birthdays, what with the HSC and all, and we're all too old for clowns but too young for nightclubs. For my eighteenth I'm going on a massive pub-crawl with whoever's of age and willing (Stan? XP). I shall get my school ID laminated and hang it from my neck, since I'm going to be asked for it so much anway, and I shall saunter into bars saying cheesy things like "what's your house specialty and how drunk will it get me?" and grinning madly. I may buy a monopoly board.
Of course, that's if it doesn't happen to be THE WEEKEND BEFORE HSC TRIALS, which is the reason there won't be many yr 12s at my picnic this year. Grar.
I joined the Scrabble Club! I'm practically a founding member, since I was the only one who showed up to the last meeting. This is less to do with disinterest and more to do with Ms Vis's terrible marketing skills. What, some may ask, is a maths teacher doing organising the scrabble club? Well, aparantly the whole thing started when Ms V (sorry, now I'm supposed to say Dr V, ooh ah) got an email about an interschool Scrabble competition. So she said "Who wants to supervise our team" and Ms Vis, who turns out to be a huge Scrabble maniac, jumped up and down going "Ooh! Pick me! Pick me!" but then forgot to make an announcement at assembly. I'm in her maths class, which is the only reason I knew about it. So I went home and printed some funky
, and now everyone's like "Yay Scrabble!" and I'm doing a skit at assembly with either Neada or Diana, so there. Scrabble rules.
Of course, that's if it doesn't happen to be THE WEEKEND BEFORE HSC TRIALS, which is the reason there won't be many yr 12s at my picnic this year. Grar.
I joined the Scrabble Club! I'm practically a founding member, since I was the only one who showed up to the last meeting. This is less to do with disinterest and more to do with Ms Vis's terrible marketing skills. What, some may ask, is a maths teacher doing organising the scrabble club? Well, aparantly the whole thing started when Ms V (sorry, now I'm supposed to say Dr V, ooh ah) got an email about an interschool Scrabble competition. So she said "Who wants to supervise our team" and Ms Vis, who turns out to be a huge Scrabble maniac, jumped up and down going "Ooh! Pick me! Pick me!" but then forgot to make an announcement at assembly. I'm in her maths class, which is the only reason I knew about it. So I went home and printed some funky


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Date: 2006-08-02 08:09 am (UTC)I'LL BRING YOU A GIFT AND SNARRY;
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Date: 2006-08-02 08:12 am (UTC)And uh, is this literal snarry you offer, or figurative snarry?
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