May 8, 2001
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Has anyone ever stabbed themselves with a Steak knife? I have. I did it yesterday. And guess what? It bloody hurts. Karen left the knife pointing upwards in the dishwasher, and me, being the clumsy ditz I am, caught my hand on it. Luckily it wasnt that bad and I can still use my hand almost normally. If you can call not being able to clench my hand or hold anything other than a pencil normal.
We got a phone call at 11 PM yesterday, just after I finished my last entry. My dad, who works as an engineering consultant for FirstGroup, had cut his head open. Damn, clumsiness must be hereditary.
Now THATS something that has always confused me. Genetics. I mean, are you really telling me that because my great-grandad died of a heart attack it means the same will DEFINITELY happen to me????? Just because of some bit of DNA swimming around inside me?
No matter how hard I try I just can’t grasp it. Especially this bio-engineering malarkey. I mean, who really wants to see a mouse with 16 legs, four heads and a tail shaped like a christmas tree? Not me. In Long Ashton there’s a biogenetics research centre. They own about 75% of the fields surrounding the villaghe. I swear all the chemicals they use make the average Long Ashtonian shorter than the national average by about 6 inches. It can’t have anything to do with the fact that I am a natural short-ass. Course not.
I’m in the Library at school. It stinks. Last term a dead rat was found in the pipes underneath the library, but it couldn’t be taken out because it was so bloated it was wedged in. So we had to let it decompose. And the aromatic scent of Rattus Corpsi is still with us. Tomorrow I’ll bring a gas mask.
All around me are frantic sixth formers, like me, trying to do coursework and meet deadlines which are less than 24 hours away. Yet I still find time to enlighten you on school smells and my distrust of genetics. Talk about priorities.
We also found out today that we have FIVE french lessons left. Most people would be jumping for joy. However, we also have found out that due to a teacher-based cock-up, we still in fact have HALF of the AS-Level course to do. In five lessons. 250 minutes. Yay.
Well, once more unto the breach dear friends. I’m gonna go and work. Yep, thats right. W-O-R-K. Something I am not to familiar with in an educational sense. Well, see ya soon!!!!!!!!!
