one person reads out a prayer (being a Catholic school and all)
Oh, I didn't know you went to a Catholic school. Interesante.
In the Wednesday 40-minute extended PCG session before lunch we either sit there and talk or do House/PCG activities.
Okay, you're going to have to explain that. Because I can't come up with what PCG could stand for that would make sense and by House activities, the first thing that popped into my head was slash writing.
Haha, you should totally move to my school. And sit with me in SOSE class. Then my dream would really come true!
Umm, yeah. That'd be awesome.
I haven't yet seen a school with no uniform. Most public schools just have the school t-shirt with black bottoms (or any kind of bottoms) and the school jumper.
Really? Interesante again. So even public schools are all uniformed up. By more complex in the private schools, you mean with skirts and ties and such, correct? Instead of just shirt/pants/jumper? Urgh. Though I imagine it's easy to get dressed in the morning.
The bra I'm wearing right now has annoying underwire bits that dig into my skin and make it all itchy
Urgh. Yeah, I seem to remember research somewhere a while ago that said something about underwire and breast cancer because of the constant rubbing/jabbing/pressure. It's like my theory about why loads of singer/songwriter types get breast cancer-- it's the guitar strap. Seriously. Only maybe not, because I don't know on which side they wear their guitar strap and if that's the same side with the cancer. But I didn't pay any attention to the research because it was long enough ago that I had no chest to speak of and therefore it didn't apply to me, so I may be wrong. I haven't heard of anything about it since, though, so I'm thinking that maybe it was proven wrong or something. Still. *burns bras*
(and have been told it's a good idea, considering I don't exactly need it)
That's nice. The not needing. I'm right at that line that's not quite OMGChest! but not small enough to get away without good support. It's kinda odd, because I wear Ds and such, but I don't appear to have substantial chest really at all if you just looked at me. Somewhere in this last 4 months or so I got really self conscious and started wearing a bra even just around my house if I wasn't in my bedroom. Which I thought was odd, as I don't know where it came from. But come to think of it, I didn't today, so maybe that's gone or something. Dunno.
The other night I was so tired I fell asleep with one of my more uncomfortable bras on, and woke up the next morning with these red raw marks under my bust and on my back from where it had been pressing into the skin all night.
Urgh. I woke up after taking a nap this afternoon (because I nap all the time because sleep is good and I practically hibernate in the winter) and I thought I had big nasty stretchmarks on the underside of my left bicep (they looked just like stretchmarks) but it turned out to be the mark from the seam on my shirt. I was freaked out for a little bit, because they were angry red looking bastards. Yeah.
what an odd word.
You know, I had to try to highlight this to copy it like 4 times because it was not letting me highlight both 'what' and 'word' at the same time. Odd. It did, eventually, but that was strange.
Yeah, I don't know where half of my words come from. That's one that my dad actually does use, though; I do know a lot of my strange vocabulary comes from him. Like "Canadia". And such.
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Oh, I didn't know you went to a Catholic school. Interesante.
In the Wednesday 40-minute extended PCG session before lunch we either sit there and talk or do House/PCG activities.
Okay, you're going to have to explain that. Because I can't come up with what PCG could stand for that would make sense and by House activities, the first thing that popped into my head was slash writing.
Haha, you should totally move to my school. And sit with me in SOSE class. Then my dream would really come true!
Umm, yeah. That'd be awesome.
I haven't yet seen a school with no uniform. Most public schools just have the school t-shirt with black bottoms (or any kind of bottoms) and the school jumper.
Really? Interesante again. So even public schools are all uniformed up. By more complex in the private schools, you mean with skirts and ties and such, correct? Instead of just shirt/pants/jumper? Urgh. Though I imagine it's easy to get dressed in the morning.
The bra I'm wearing right now has annoying underwire bits that dig into my skin and make it all itchy
Urgh. Yeah, I seem to remember research somewhere a while ago that said something about underwire and breast cancer because of the constant rubbing/jabbing/pressure. It's like my theory about why loads of singer/songwriter types get breast cancer-- it's the guitar strap. Seriously. Only maybe not, because I don't know on which side they wear their guitar strap and if that's the same side with the cancer. But I didn't pay any attention to the research because it was long enough ago that I had no chest to speak of and therefore it didn't apply to me, so I may be wrong. I haven't heard of anything about it since, though, so I'm thinking that maybe it was proven wrong or something. Still. *burns bras*
(and have been told it's a good idea, considering I don't exactly need it)
That's nice. The not needing. I'm right at that line that's not quite OMGChest! but not small enough to get away without good support. It's kinda odd, because I wear Ds and such, but I don't appear to have substantial chest really at all if you just looked at me.
Somewhere in this last 4 months or so I got really self conscious and started wearing a bra even just around my house if I wasn't in my bedroom. Which I thought was odd, as I don't know where it came from. But come to think of it, I didn't today, so maybe that's gone or something. Dunno.
The other night I was so tired I fell asleep with one of my more uncomfortable bras on, and woke up the next morning with these red raw marks under my bust and on my back from where it had been pressing into the skin all night.
Urgh. I woke up after taking a nap this afternoon (because I nap all the time because sleep is good and I practically hibernate in the winter) and I thought I had big nasty stretchmarks on the underside of my left bicep (they looked just like stretchmarks) but it turned out to be the mark from the seam on my shirt. I was freaked out for a little bit, because they were angry red looking bastards. Yeah.
what an odd word.
You know, I had to try to highlight this to copy it like 4 times because it was not letting me highlight both 'what' and 'word' at the same time. Odd. It did, eventually, but that was strange.
Yeah, I don't know where half of my words come from. That's one that my dad actually does use, though; I do know a lot of my strange vocabulary comes from him. Like "Canadia". And such.