soap and mirrors
September 23, 2002 | 12:06 p.m.

I wasn't going to write an entry because I can't think of anything worth talking about, but when has that ever stopped me before, I hear you ask? You're right. I am so so bored that I'm just going to blather on regardless. Sorry.

I like Polos. Only original ones though, none of this sugar-free rubbish. They taste like mint-flavoured plastic.

This newly refurbished college cost £4 million+ to build, but there are no mirrors or soap in the bathrooms. Automatic taps which turn on (as if by magic) when you put your hands under them, but no soap or mirrors.

I won't be having Sociology Teacher #2 for my coursework lessons any more. She's taken on a new duty mentoring other staff members or some shit (read: another step up the career ladder). We're having a new teacher who's published sociology books, apparently. He also has a ponytail. I really couldn't care less what he's like as long as he knows what he's doing, but I do hope that he's not an obnoxious 'Hey, did I mention I've written a book?!' type. We shall see. I'm stuck with him whatever, so I don't know why I'm complaining.

So we had an earthquake last night, apparently. If you click that link and look at the map, you can see where I live - north-east of Dudley, right by the border with Wales in that bit that sticks out. I didn't feel anything, but the house would need to be falling down to wake me up.

What else? I always want men I can't have. This is extremely annoying.

I'm stopping now - I can't even think of anything else to ramble about.

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