Smill and I *were* going to see "Enemy Of The State" yesterday. Unfortunately, Roe was working, Will's grandfather was visiting, and Smill, as it turned out, had no transport. So Smill and me are probably going to see it on Saturday, and hopefully Wilhelm and Rohanic will be able to make it.

Friday 8 January 1998

The Plan is going to have to be put on hold. Smill and I are going to the cinema tomorrow, but Will is busy and Roe's working. But one day, it shall occur, don't you worry about it!

Saturday 9 January 1999

I didn't do a great deal of homework yesterday and I haven't done any today. I chatted with Flink and Twi all morning and spent the afternoon paragraphing my stories and rereading stuff. Clever. I'll just have to do Physics and History all evening and Maths all tomorrow and hope for the best.

The Plan . . . argh! Roe phoned yesterday to talk about Maths and Physics. (Aye, we are exceedingly sad.) "Are you doing anything this weekend?" he asked.

"Yeah," said I, "I'm going to the cinema." There was no point in concealing it, if the plan couldn't go ahead.

"Cool. What are you seeing? Who are you going with?"

"'Enemy of the State' with Smill," I admitted.

"Oh. I might go there too - but to see a different film."

"Aren't you working?" I asked.

"No, this is my one weekend off." GACK! Flippin' Will got his facts wrong! Roe wasn't working at all, and so we could have probably gone ahead with the plan! But it was too late to salvage things now. Roe knew Smill and I were going to the cinema, so there was no way he'd go to the same film as us. "But if by some strange chance, Smill falls ill, invite me," he continued.

I thought about telling him she had fallen ill and going ahead with the plan. But it seemed too obvious. Besides, in all probability, Will wouldn't be able to make it. Will wasn't an integral part of it anymore, but I needed a partner in aevilness.

This morning I got an e-mail from Smill. "Can you help me with some Maths?" she asked, sounding suspiciously like Roe. "And I've got flu, so I won't be able to go to the cinema tonight."

TYPICAL!

I could have gone to the cinema with Roe, but considering the lack of work I'd done in the last twenty four hours, I decided against it. But, as you can see, I ended up writing an entry instead anyway. Gloops.

Sunday 10 January 1999

It is 8pm on the day before Zed's Maths exam which she hasn't done enough studying for. Is Zed:

A - studying her brains out?
B - crying her eyes out because it doesn't make sense?
C - trying to track down someone who got an A in A Level Further Mathematics who doesn't look too much unlike her?
OR D - reading smutty stories about Duran Duran?

Take a wild guess. Double gloops.

Friday 22 Janauary 1999

The exams went ok in the end and afterwards, I got a week off school (while other people were still doing their exams). Or so I believed . . .

But instead of spending it working on my coursework, I've been spending increasing amounts of time on the Internet. In order to combat my addiction, last night, I asked my mother about the possibility of a temporarily removed Internet connection and she agreed heartily. She offered to get Dad to take the cable to work every day, so I couldn't go online in the daytime, when it was most expensive. As she said this, I felt a terrible sense of loss, but it was for the best really.

After that, I went to bed and dreamed that I was taking Biology as an A Level, on top of Physics, History and Maths, and the lesson I went to was good, but I couldn't believe I'd enjoy doing yet another subject. I went to a Geography lesson too and I didn't know a thing, and the teacher told me to brush up on my knowledge.

I woke up at about 8.30, thinking, "I'd better get up and go on the Internet before the cable disappears. Then I'll work on a story, and then I can do my History and Physics coursework." But before I could get up, my mother came into the room.

"I've just received a copy of the A4," she said (the A4 being the school's newsletter type thing), "and it says all Upper 6th lessons commence today!"

"Oh, PANTS," I said, "I've only got double free, physics, triple maths and triple physics. The first physics lesson will be empty since most of the class is doing a chemistry exam, and Roe probably won't be there, so I can't have Maths . . . I could phone him, I suppose."

"You'd better go," Mum said. "After all, you're their star pupil. You're mentioned three times in the A4." Once for getting a gold certificate in the Maths challenge (on November 20), again because it was the sixth gold certificate I'd received in 6 years, and again for getting into Cambridge.

So, I had to get up and go to school. I arrived just before the second free lesson, made History notes through that, went to Physics which was called off because there were only four people there, went to Maths which was called off because indeed Roe was missing, had break, went to Maths on my own in which I did nothing useful, and then had a tutorial. At twelve thirty, I went home since Mum was collecting my brother after his art exam and triple physics was called off, because the people who'd been doing the Chemistry exam didn't have to go to it.

Oh, the pointlessness!

Sunday 31 January 1999

It is a commonly acknowledged fact that time passes more quickly as you get older. But is it true that light bulbs blow more frequently as the years advance?

It used to be such a rare occurrence at my house. Every month or two, one would blow, and the rest of the lights would go off with it. But now it's been getting more and more common, and this last fortnight has just been insane.

Last Thursday, the bulb in my desk lamp went. About a week ago, one of the two bulbs on the landing blew. A few days ago, the other bulb on the landing went. Then yesterday, the first bulb on the landing went again.

For the first time, I was home alone when it happened, so I had to locate the fuse box myself. Why is it such an utterly stupid place? It's in an unreachable corner of the garage. I can understand it needing to be out of reach of children, but when no one else can reach it either it's silly. What's more, the garage has fewer windows than any room in the entire house, so when the lights have blown it's very dark. And the garage has never contained a car in the entire time we've lived here (just under four years). Instead it's full of half-built pianos and tools (since restoring pianos is what my Dad calls his "money making hobby"), so getting to the fuse box is a health hazard in itself.

Anyway, Noj arrived home just then and rescued poor helpless Zed. But this morning . . . a light bulb in the kitchen blew! And my parents were out and Noj was asleep. I fixed it, but heech. What's going on?