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On a post-it, in my new student's backpack:
Please give *** some peanut butter and chocolate pudding for lunch. No bread for the peanut butter.
Yep.
The 'chocolate pudding' part is because that was being served on the side for lunch today.
But still...how the heck could a parent think her child could just have a lump of peanut butter and pudding for lunch? The cafeteria ladies aren't allowed to serve that because it has no nutritional value; I got them to agree to the lump of peanut butter for today, provided he take crackers, an apple, and the soup. He ate the crackers. I don't know if mom meant 'no gluten' when she wrote 'no bread' but... he's a 6 year old boy. He needs sustenance!
I hope she gets my note that the cafeteria can't just give him that unless we have a doctor's note. Wow; I know there's a background story I'm missing, which is why I can't write "Ugh, what a bad parent!" or "Damn, what an idiot!"... but... I am still amazed that this was the lunch request for today.
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Bring Forth The Snow!
I think subconciously, I knew it was going to snow today.
I knew it would be fucking freezing walking up Normanby Road, so I wore my "winter coat", that might I say, I hate wearing - due to the two events it connotes - that and the fact I don't think I look right in coats, so I never wear them. Although, it did keep me quite toasty-warm - and the pockets are a perfect size to slot Lisa into. Speaking of which, these headphones that dad gave me have gone fucked ALREADY. The left one is fine, if not TOO loud, whilst the right one, even playing at full blast sounds like a whisper.
Angela surprised me in English. I wish she'd make her mind up about whether she actually wants to be helpful or if she wants to be a patronising bitch. I spent the whole lesson on the computer, searching for sample spelling tests and general information about dyslexia. It was all quite interesting - more so when I found that I could apply most of the symptoms to Shelly and Ash. She has said she wants SOMETHING for when we're back after Christmas - whatever, I'll deal with that in January. I refuse to do any work for the remainder of December, it's my time to chill now.
Photography was a time for me to print out that what I needed for my sketchbook - which is also getting put back to January. Sod college, it's the end of December now. Dixie wants to rest. I don't have to worry about January exams, mwah.
Shelly and I went into town afterwards. We bought our lunch and I got my last Christmas present - a box of chocolate seashells for David, seeing as how he's always got me Christmas presents and for the past few years, I've done the same as him. I'm not sure if he intends to get me one this year, but I don't mind, they weren't of great expense.
On the way back to the bus station, it proper started snowing. It seemed that my winter coat had brought forth the snow. We were stood in the stand watching it settle as we waited for the bus. Shelly said that she wanted to kiss in the snow - so as soon as we got back to college, we cuddled and kissed on the corner of Gray Street for a few minutes. We got some funny looks from the butch dykes from sporting - but we suspect they're all dykes in denial and they found us highly arousing. :P
We ate on the 4th floor stairs - and almost got caught by silly cow Rosemary. I could hear her waffling on from the 2nd floor stairs, and I was like "LOL SHIT, ROSEMARY." - for one, we shouldn't sit on those stairs, and we also shouldn't be eating sarnies, crisps, chocolate and drinking Pepsi on them. So we hid our Home Bargains bags behind our bags and behind our bags - but the daft cow didn't even notice us, so it was a bit of a false alarm. Lmfao.
In media studies, Sarah was sporting a fluffy Santa hat, looking very festive, naturally. :)
She set us all a quiz task, just for the end of term lesson fun. It was Christmas trivia, film puzzles, song lyrics and general knowledge - I was in a team with Amy, Chad and nasal Hannah - and oddly enough, we ended up winning. :)
We got a selection box to share between us - and I got the Dairy Milk and the Caramel - but I gave the Caramel to Lewis, as I'm not overly keen on them. He seemed grateful though. :)
I felt so accomplished though - one of the questions was: "What was the first Nintendo game that Mario starred in?" - and only I knew the answer. Donkey Kong, known by the name 'Jumpman'. Rock on Nintendo knowledge. :)
Lewis and I got the shuttle bus back to the bus station, watching the people outside at the traffic lights getting buffetted about in the snowstorm. Not that we should have been pissing ourselves at these helpless old grannies freezing their saggy tits off - but we were nonetheless. :P
There was a scary old man at the bus stand - he must've topped seven feet tall - my head was level with the bottom of his chest. I proper shit myself when he started talking to me. He was quite opinionated - ensuring everyone on the bus heard his opinion on the Middlesbrough "ferris wheel." Lmfao.
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When I got home, I watched telly with mam, ate the rest of the hotdogs before the buns went hard - then helped her type up a letter while I organised all of my wrapped Christmas presents into bags. One for Ash, one for Shelly, one for nana and grandad, one for my other nana and grandad, one for my family and the few others I still need to wrap up.
Mam's making me go to the clinic in the morning about my supposed water infection.
It has got worse though - now there's blood on the bog roll. She's making me piss into my old water bottle that I took to college for the past few months - all because I said the water tasted weird in it. So yeah, I'll need to get another bottle for next year. Aw, the Abbey Well bottle was my friend.
But yes - I'm not trained at the art of pissing into bottles. That and the fact I barely had anything to piss - so what I did have, the majority of it missed, went down the side of the bottle or down my arm. I'm going to have to try it again later before bed - or in the morning before I go.
I think mam may have understood my fear, sort of. She's not making me go alone at least - now I just need to wake up daft early so I can go with her before she goes to work.
And here's a photo of the snow in our garden:
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