Sunday, June 12, 2005

Top Ten

Now, see, I know this is going to bore you all. So, if you have even the slightest inkling of boredom, don't bother complaining to me, as I really don't care.

So, future me, here are my top ten favourite memories so far(in no particular order):
  • The water fight, in the first term of Year 11. Actually, not the water fight, the reprimanding we received after it.
  • Prom dress shopping with ma homies, in Guildford, with all the hat trying on.
  • Valentine's Day 2005, which was the trip to the art galleries in London with Fati and Tom, and then going to Emma's to sleep over.
  • In Year 7, when I swung my P.E. bag over my head, to rest it on my bag, and fell flat on my back in front of all the German Exchange students.
  • New Years 2003 with Krease, when she stayed for an ENTIRE WEEK. And we killed each other by throwing chocolate bars, compiled a scrap book, invented the Jesus Free Fall, met some mingers, and ate a hell of a lot.
  • New Years 2004 with Steve, where we had to take a swig of Vodka for every time anyone said the name "Alex". Which was a LOT, as my brother gets shouted at with great regularity.
  • Sitting outside the flat on deck chairs, with Krease, eating toast and wearing our oh-so-attractive pyjamas. Actually, the entire summer of the flat, what with our incessant Chaos Crewing, and many sleepovers. I *heart* you, flat.



  • Steve's sleepover, when we were in bed with the Breakfast Club, and also, lying on the floor with Stuv and Oliver. Awwwww.
  • Trying to dig out of school with spoons stolen from the cantine, even though there was a gate that we could easily walk through, right in front of us.
  • Being stuck in a coach for hours on end in Greece, sitting next to Lois and making up stupid songs about Pavarotti and corn dollies. Hahahaa.

8 comments:

fati. said...

*happy as peas*
MINE

THWP said...

I'M HIGHER IN THE LIST THAN MANY PEOPLE.

WHOOPEE

Anonymous said...

how come I didn't get mentioned?

*tee hee*

Anonymous said...

WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unskilful in the world's false forgeries.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although I know my years be past the best,
I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue,
Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest.
But wherefore says my love that she is young?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O! love's best habit is a soothing tongue,
And age, in love, loves not to have years told,
Therefore I'll lie with love, and love with me,
Since that our faults in love thus smother'd be.

Anonymous said...

ALSO... do you want a maths sheet of some sort?

Cookies, maybe?

What about, I dunno, a foot rub?

WHY NOT?

WHY?
WHY NOT?

*slurp*

steven_berry said...

I'M IN THERE TWICE. Oh Cassie. You blatently adore me.

Anonymous said...

I would be slightly annoyed that you attempted impersonating me (very badly, may i add).
HOWEVER, I was highly amused by the other impersonation.
Therefore.
You are forgiven.
For now.

Anonymous said...

they are your best memories? man you suck cock for a living