Chot Hip

Today was a day of new things.

For example, it was the first time that I've been in that lame lift thingy that resides by the art block. And it was alright. Nothing special, you know. It's a bit jerky, and if I'm honest, that's not really what I look for in an elevator. But, for its purposes, it's fine. It only transports the temporarily crippled. No need for luxury.

The second new thing of today was the fact that we ran down the corridor wielding Fati's crutches, magically shortened to midget height. There was much swinging, and leg throwing, and bumping into unsuspecting Year Eights. I do not think they appreciated this. It was then decided that the crutches would be made to accommodate especially tall people (ie. me). This resultled in further swingage, and we were henceforth able to throw ourselves around the common room in a suitably satisfactory manner.

Number three in the list of new things that happened was that we were actively ENCOURAGED to act exceptionally over the top, and to gesticulate as much as humanly possible. This was easier for some than others (cough) who were already accustommed to this hideous style of acting. Cough.

New thing numero quattro was that I borrowed money off Rosanne. Oh no, wait, I do that all the time.

Number five was that there were BOYZ IN OUR SCHOOL. No jokes, me ladies, there were actually penis owning, testosterone wielding boyz SITTING ON THE TIERED SEATING SEAT MALARKY. I almost fainted with joy, as I ran to the loos to put on more make up, and to pump up my inflatable bra. Unfortunately, I seemed to have misplaced my seethrough top, so I thought, what the heck, and just went naked.

The play was actually REALLY REALLY GOOD, despite my previous scepticness at the style of acting. But it was hilarious, in a very hilarious way. Particularly the cripple lady. And the Mack the Knife character, who was creepy. And called me quiet. And prodded my face. And kissed my cheek.

It was the most action I've got in YEARS.

My heart was all of a flutter.

Anyway.

Tomorrow is driving. What's the betting I crash into a car?