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[10 Dec 2003|05:38pm] |
Stinkin' out Christmas. Yes, it's me.
I spent most of the day largely coughing my fucking head off, culminating usually in a choke, rather like putting your finger down your throat. It was reasonably uncomfortable.
Got to college. Coughed embarrassingly in there too, and the tutor started coughing at the end of the lesson too. Felt slightly embarrassed at this too. I hope to fuck i haven't spread my malignant bacteria shit around yet more unsuspecting people.
Read Animal Farm, we got through several chapters, until a fucking fire alarm went off, which was of course a false alarm.
Went back in.
I got an A on my Macbeth script. However, the comment was something like "Very funny and well written. However, you should be warned that the mark is an impression, i have to check to see wether this is very good or very bad!"
Odd summing up. I've yet to work out what this really means.
Hopefully it is positive. An A would be splendid, if this is what it turns out to be. I suppose the final sentence is meant with slight jocularity, given the exclamation mark, and the hugely tongue-in-cheek feel of the piece.
Learnt about propaganda as part of Animal farm. I suppose i really should investigate this further, as well as the Russian Revolution. I was never the most attentive of history students. My knowledge of these subjects is fucking woefully inadequate.
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| Santa's grotto - He found everything offensive. |
[10 Dec 2003|05:53pm] |
INT: Santa's Grotto
Mum: This is Sam. Sam, say hello to Santa!
Sam: Hello Santa!
Santa: What?
Sam: .......hello Santa!
Santa: HELLO? HELLO? BLAST YER EYES, YOU FILTHY WAIF! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! You'll RECIEVE NO GIFTS EVER AGAIN AS LONG AS I....ER........YOU LIVE!
Sam: WAHHH!
Mum: It's just not the same as when i was a child.
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