'My feet have a brain-freeze!'

I think I just spilled mousteriser on my knee. It feels cold and mousteriser-ey, and the bottle is now on the floor. But I don't want to look.

In other news, yesterday was a bunch of larks which nicely broke the monotony of recent dark times. Me and Jems faithfully turned up to social studies for the second time in two weeks running!!! We are practically running the thing. Of course, we shouldnt have bothered... our glourious leader (otherwise known as the Portly One, Pieman, or Doc H) only wanted to show us a bunch of slides of the new school and ramble at length about each one. This is all very well, but the new school is barely half finished, so he was basically just showing us pictures of rooms in derelict building, decorated with the occasional cement mixer, and giving us five minute speeches on what wonderful media rooms/canteen/boys toilets they would some day become. It was hard to share his glowing vision of the sixth form common room when we were staring at grey concrete, metal beams and a grumpy dude in a flourescent jacket ('Thats our project manager! Bill!').

Anyways. When he'd finally finished, practically begged people to ask questions and waddled off, beaming, to a chorus of unenthusiastic applause, we were free to bugger off wherever we wanted. So bugger off we did, and me and Jems both crammed on my bike (which has seen better days. And better arses - Jems was on the saddle. LOL! Sorry Jems, i'm feeling playful) and wobbled off to the rec near my house. Where we stripped off our shoes and socks, rolled up our jeans and paddled in the privately owned river in the rain, like the rebels of nature we are. We also sang, and stabbed our feet on rocks, and screamed, and laughed, and nearly fell over A LOT. Good times.

But very, very cold.

The best part however, was when we rescued a tiny weeny frog from er.. his home. We called him Alex James, and he looked a bit like him as well. Maybe he loved cheese too. We will never know, because we set him free to join his friends - Damon the goldfish, Dave the watersnail, and Graham the otter (nb. aforementioned friends may not exist)

And tomorow we're off on another exiting adventure, although sadly, this time it doesnt involve frogs. Me, Jems and Lily are off to stay over with some friends in wooton bassett who I havent seen in aaages - very exited. We are bringing pjs and a bottle of tequila. That is all.