Mount Sinai sausage sizzly thing

well, there were sausages. And a halfway decent band. Well, more like quarterway. And I got to hang out with Stan for the first time in weeks. But nobody from my grade came. It was quite pathetic. I saw Richard, and Michael Diveroli, and absolutely noone else degined to grace the event with their presence. Sam Cantori and Jordan Fox were aparantly there, but I didn't see them. I just wandered around with Stans people who showed up - Bradley Benson and the elder Platt. And then they chased us out, so I sat in Snape Park with Stan and exchanged nostalgic stories about them good ol' primary school days - namely, the tree where Buchen hid when he ran away, and the time when Gina slapped Timothy, and the Adam Solomon desk fire Incident, and the completely random Eyore Tree.

The sausages were good. And I'd had pizza earlier in the afternoon too - pigging out for the las time in a few days. Man, i feel really weak right now. I had so much sugar high earlier today cos I couldn't have solids, so I spent all day drinking Ribena and sucking on various sweets to keep my blood sugar up, and then there was the milk tea from C3 on the way to guitar and god only knows what was in that, cos the music was realy loud and I couldn't actually hear what the guy said when he pointed at the menu, so i just kinda nodded. It wasn't bad. Oh and I ate some yoghurt in English. I had to lap it up with my tongue, like a cat, because i forgot to bring a spoon, as per my usual unco. It was one of those moments when I'm glad I go to an all-girls school.

And I've just had a bowl full of boulion, which is chicken soup, except obviously without the chicken, which defeats the purpose somewhat. I feel like I have extra gravity, my muscles are all urk. Tomorrow will be worse. Ahhh. Must... kill... endocrine... system... muchly.