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Zoe was ANGGRRRYYY today. She stomped into Drama going "God! I'm so angry! I hate everyone! Especially year sevens! And I really hate the English staff! I HATE EVERYONE RAR. No, I don't hate you Chloe. Okay, I don't hate Maggie either. BUT I HATE EVERYONE ELSE." Speaking of Chloe, she's now seventeen, and I appear to be going to a party involving laser tag. Should be interesting, I've never done it before... (Zoe announced that she hates lasertag, I'm not sure if that's a general sentiment or only applies today).

I just got back from Pilates. My whole body sort of aches, but in the way that says "duuude, warn me when you're gonna be using those bits" rather than the way that says "omgwtf you broke shit." Our instructor was talking about Biggest Loser (which she watches cos she's "in the industry"). Now I have nothing against fat people, because yes, it can go too far (way, waaaay too far in that case), but I don't really have the right to complain given I have the metabolism of a mouse. What exasperates me sometimes is really fat people like the woman I saw on the bus the other day who just wear the most hideous articles of clothing known to man - I mean, you're overweight, not blind! A shapeless strapless sack with horizontal stripes on isn't gonna look good on ANYONE, let alone someone that takes up a whole bus seat. I mean why would you wear that? Would you not take a look at it on the clothes rack and recoil in horror and disgust? If you don't care how you look, wear a T shirt like normal people. If you're so overweight that it's really seriously difficult to find clothes that fit you... just, why the stripes? WHY? I mean, why would somebody even CREATE that dress? It should have spontaneously combusted on the loom!

Uh, that's the end of my rant. I will so laugh if I end up getting fat in my old age and my words come back to haunt me. It's statistically likely - three of my grandparents are pretty much spherical, and the one that isn't ran 5kms a day for about forty years and still manages to walk a few kays every morning. Which I would so not have the will-power for. My grandma keeps looking at me and darkly muttering under her breath that she was skinny once too, and we'll see how I look after my first kid. Which is... actually an incredibly Grandmotherly thing to say, now that I think about it.

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My dad's doing some accounts for his department at the moment, and it is becoming abundantly clear that the guy who did it before him didn't actually know what he was doing, and basically just copied words and numbers off reciepts and hoped for the best. Currently he's going through the Assets, which for the actuarily impaired* is material objects owned by the company eg desks and machinery. Among other things, he's found a listing for "miscellaneous vacuum"... It took him a moment to realise that it referred to cleaning equipment and the man hadn't listed empty space as a company asset.

...is anyone else not getting any comment notifications? Comments to my journal go in my Messages folder, but not on other communities, and nothing gets to gmail at all, which of course means it will be flooded when they fix it.


*Like me. I saw an accounting student on the bus a few days ago, I glance at her paper and all I could make out were some lines and arrows and the words assets, tax, liability and ded.