18 February 2005
Laura and I went shopping this afternoon on Oxford Street and had a fab time. Mocha Frappuccino craving satisfied! Maternity pants purchased! Shoes... unsuccessful. Ah well.. can't win them all. I'm wiped out now though as I don't have all my stamina back from being sick.Last night at class, Sandra, Ruffina and I arrived early enough to become firmly ensconsed before our tutor could "assign" seats. There were 6 chairs around the table and when Simone joined us, I decided to move the other 2 chairs. I didn't want PBHE to get any ideas that she was welcome to sit with us. PBHE arrived a few minutes later and I ignored her the best I could (aka COMPLETELY). She dragged a chair over for a while and then when more people started filing in, she moved over to sit with Bassel (poor guy, he was so busy trying to hit on his Greek fantasy I doubt he noticed PBHE). Maybe the fact that no one would move their chair to accomodate her was a clue that she wasn't welcome to sit with us. But for the rest class, she was staring at me, like I had a booger in my nose. She deserves a right smack in the cow-chomping mouth. Sandra passed me a note that said, "While she's not doing her work, she's scrutinizing everyone. What is she staring at?" I said I didn't know but I hoped she knew we were slagging her off.
Tonight on Easties... Dirty Den gets whacked. Mwahahahaha!
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