Greetings from Some Dodgy Cafe

2005-02-22 at 10:12 p.m.

Well, I speak to you once again from the internet cafe. Because I am too bored to go home. And no, that makes no sense to me either. Though on the plus side someone has bought new keyboards for this place, which aren't sticky/spongy, or covered in strange stains. I am very puzzled as to what people do to these things - I've never had to replace a keyboard at home, and none of them ever went spongy on me.

I've just been to my biology class. I'm feeling a wee bit guilty really, because I have an assignment and my portfolio of delightful drawings of locusts etc and have not handed either in. I had some questions to answer for the portfolio, you see, and realised when I was having a go that I know bugger all about plants. I only managed to answer a few of them so I couldn't hand them in. Fortunately the lecturer wasn't there so we weren't asked to hand them in and no one else had done the assignment either. Actually everyone was raging because we've not actually been taught all of the information it is requesting and it is a right pain in the neck trying to find decent websites about it. So I'll have to work on it this week and must definitely hand it in next week. Actually I'd better get going on it once physics tomorrow is out of the way because I think Shirley is going to be visiting me this weekend. I think so, anyway, this is what my parents certainly believe, but I haven't spoken to her in a while so I don't know.

Even if she can't make it I'm not going to let on for a while, because mum has suddenly decided that if Shirley won't come down then she's not going away. I'm not sure what she thinks will happen if I am left in the house by myself, but evidently I am not fit to be alone. Mum keeps asking if I'm getting ill again too - because I sleep a lot during the day. Thats just me, not me going loony. Oh well.

So, thats about it really. I've been reading a horror story called, I think, "The Walkers", which is reasonably good, and some weird detective story about american indians which is...very american. Not sure I like it. I'm trying to decide what to ask my dad to bring back from the states, as he's going over to Houston sometime soon. He's also going to Moscow, Aberdeen and Kuala Lumpur, but they don't have so many things I want. I shall probably leave him to face the embarassment and get him to buy me some country music cds if I can decide which ones I want, because I am generally too embarassed to buy them here. I am not cool.

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