Hallo Kerry/Patrick/Twin/Mrs Iguana/wasthereanythingelse? I know where you live too *gasp*
Tut tut, Nicholas, not returning books to shelves.
Our second-last day of school...was a Tuesday (only way I'm going to remember what actually happened)...and during preps most people were signing books and looking out the window of the library to see if those half-naked Barker/Knox/somethingorother boys were running around again. A friend got quite excited
;. And lunch was the Teacher's concert - so they got costumed up and embarrassed themselves in front of us.
Even so, I wasn't expecting that
. It was scary.
Why do you have to do anything? Can't you just sit around and, oh, iunno, talk?
Thucy takes forever. Homer I can learn in one night (managed it for trials). Electra takes a bit but it's not huge.
Our fault? I wouldn't have turned up on this site again if I hadn't got an email telling me that you two had posted.
I don't know who did the L.
Conversation during Greek:
"Can I write boob on your forehead?"
"No."
"Can I write bomb on your forehead?"
"I don't trust you."
"Can I write bomb on your forehead Zara?"
"Oh, alright."
"Can I write ear on your ear?"
"Alright."
"What about a barcode?"
"Fine..."
Something like that, anyway. I also had my arm labelled with body parts