My online friend Twi has started keeping a journal. So has my online friend Flink. And what does easily-influenced Zed do? Yes, write in hers again.

So, what's been going on my fantastically exciting life? Believe it or not, more than usual. If I was still keeping Ye Olde Onlynne Journalle as I did in Dayes Offe Yore, I would be having a field day. Yesterday, for example, I would write about seeing loads of weird number plates and going to the orthodontists and learning I had calculus on my teeth and how I counted the seconds to the end of Maths and how scary my tutorial was and how I reminisced about Entrance Exam Day and Induction Day and The First Day Of School with people and how boring Physics was and me and Smill playing Schrodinger's cat's cradle all lesson and how it sounded extremely weird to anyone overhearing when I said, "Pick me up at six" to Will and me and Smill going to the shop after school where I managed to post six letters to my overseas penpals for less than four pounds and how we played Bloxed (I won), darts (she won), table football (she won) and pool (I won) and Will being quarter of an hour late and going to a restaurant and meeting Chris's friends Sir Mark Of Minis and Sir Laurence Of Batteries for the first time and how my old music teacher still hates Adrian (one of our Young Enterprise advisors) for eating her desk and seeing "There's Something About Mary" and laughing a lot and going home (insert paragraphs about how strange it is that I, Zed, Social Reject Beyond Belief and Tealeaf, should have gone out with six lads) and finding the computer had disappeared and getting immensely distressed for this reason and going to bed at 12.40, knowing I'd have dreams about the evening and having them, with plenty of vector equations thrown in for good measure (seriously, every event was in terms of vectors) (insert paragraph about how much I hate Maths right now and another about how behind I am with schoolwork and everything and going on for three pages about how much I wish I had more time and wondering where it all went).

But now? I can't be bothered!

Monday 12 October 1998

It's flippin' fligget.

There were once seven Physics questions. They lived in the magical queendom of Bloxed. But CZ, the ruler, got six right and left one out since she couldn't do it, and got at C+. The Aevil Sorceress Smillurrr, on the other hand, got four right and three wrong. She got a B.

Mimph!

The flipping geezer-breathing Religion teachers are making us give a mass on Thursday. Most of the class get to sing; me and some others have to write a homily about Prayer. As I was the only one bearing a pen and paper, I had to write down the ideas and will probably have to write the whole thing. That's the last time I'm organised.

And I don't even pray. Not much, anyway. The last time was when most of my class flew to America on Friday 13th February. I prayed for the plane not to crash. Partly because I would miss some of the people on it, but mostly because there would be about eight people left in what was then the Lower 6th, and two of them were Roe and Smill.

Anyway, tonight I've decided to catch up on Physics. One, I spent most of the lesson today colouring in the wings of the cranes Smill made for me and therefore learnt nothing. Two, I am not in a good mood with the other subjects. I spent about an hour trying to do two three-minute Maths questions, without any success, and the History teachers have no mercy.

But perhaps that's a starting point for the homily. "We pray to thee, o History teachers powerful and mighty, for you to have mercy on us!"

Thursday 22 October 1998

It was Convivium (a debate) last night, but instead of having a motion, we discussed the problems with sixth form life. We, the Convivium Committee, thought no one would say anything, but by the very end of the session, we weren't even half way through the age(e)nda. I had an immense amount of thoughts rushing through my head on the journey home, and I knew that if I didn't write them down, I wouldn't be able to sleep. So for the next two hours I composed a heauge letter to the heads of sixth form, saying all the things I wanted changed. Right up until the end, I was prepared to give it to them, but after I protested about the Bloxed-playing policy (it's illegal), it all seemed too self-assured and argumentative. I love to argue with people my own age, but the teachers think I'm a good girl, and I don't want to spoil my blissful relationship with them. So although I intend to rewrite it, I probably never will. Oh well. As I concluded, I'm pretty happy with the sixth form as it is.

After the debate was a Hallowe'en "social" which I didn't attend. I've been to one social in the last year and a bit. I wasn't impressed. But apparently Alice, Queen of Everything, went as Hitler. She won a prize, not surprisingly. Herman and I were most amused upon realising that Alice and Adolf have the same initials . . .

Eek, it's Hallowe'en next Saturday. There were pumpkins in Tesco, but there doesn't seem to be *quite* as much hype this year as usual. Then again, that probably all happened in February, and now they're concentrating on back to school "fashions".

These last few days have been pretty good except for masses of impossible Maths questions. I was meant to supervise prep this afternoon, but I wasn't needed, so I discussed Life, The Universe and Everything with Will instead. Which was way better than making some reluctant thirteen-year-olds do homework.

It was Marion's seminar today, and I was chairman. It was funky, about The Forbidden City. But, oh smink, it's my seminar on 12 November, and I haven't writing started it. Yet another thing to do over half term, since on the days immediately before it, I'll be in London. I know what I'm doing - vampires - but I have to get reading and surfing. Blarg. Oh well, at least I've got two willing chairpeople.

Flarg (a cross between flinck and blarg), I miss Marion. Officially, she's out of school on Tuesday mornings and Fridays, but the rest of the time she's never around either. She was off on Monday, I saw her for about two seconds on Tuesday, she skived off yesterday, and she was late today, and left at lunchtime. It wouldn't be so bad if we had some coinciding free periods or lessons, but the only thing we have together is PE. Which she has done exactly once this term. Gah.

Monday 26 October 1998

I spent the last weekend visiting some of the universities I applied for. (York, Loughborough and Warwick.) The weather made me reach the conclusion that I should have applied to Cairo instead.