Tuesday, November 07, 2006

tomorrow

and tomorrow and tomorrow... something something something. That quote from Macbeth that I don't remember anymore.

Ehh yeah, so anyway, today was okay I suppose. We had dance practice for the senior celiedh, which was so funny. I ended up dancing with Stephen, next to Billy and Edith, and we were all roflin' cause we all failed at dancing.

But most people did though, cause it was rather confusing. At one point I saw Kate hopping about in pain cause someone stood on her foot. rofl but aw.

The rest of the day wasn't as roflin', and Ewan has a gammy eye which needs eyedrops. rarararrrrgh ew.

Yesterday wasn't very good, but the weekend was quite enjoyable. On Bonfire Night, me, Robbie and Alex had a party (with a guest appearance from Joseph, and an earlier appearance from Murray) which wasn't much to do with fireworks, but which was quite fun.

Oh ohh, I passed my German NAB and my maths NAB.

7 Comments:

Blogger Small_one_of_the_underworld said...

What u talkign abt??
We where gr8 at dancin ,the best dancers there.... :p

That twirly thing was so hard to do
U have to teach me teach me the way of dance TEACH MEEEEEEEEE

10:38 pm  
Blogger Robbie said...

Which Stephen?

11:44 pm  
Blogger Robbie said...

Oh, and Hiiiiiiii.

8:41 am  
Blogger Meesh said...

Stephen McCann.

Hiiiiiiiii =]... <3?

3:59 pm  
Blogger Inmate 4 said...

'It might be nice to look at
Don't forget you're stuck with it
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...'

That's right, you're stuck with those NAB results 4 LYF. They'll be one of the more embarassing parts of your adolescence along with those god-awful adverts. Because by the time you're 25, teenagers will be looking back at the very concept of NABS and roflin'.

6:59 pm  
Blogger Meesh said...

I don't get what you meaaaaan Heleeeennn.

Oh, and the quote I couldn't remember was THUS:

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

lol Macbeth you big emo.

8:17 pm  
Blogger Inmate 4 said...

Hurr, Macbeth.

I wasn't being intelligent - I couldn't be bothered looking up quotes and just posted Dresden Dolls lyrics. It's, like, English literature for the 'cannae be botha'd FTW' generation. When in doubt, SONG LIRICKS LOL.

1:16 am  

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