Rotters, swatters and shooters

halfway thru 'the rotters' club' by Jonathan Coe...tis reminding me of school. of the large portions of my life that i have shoved into repressed sections of my brain...things that make me blush. moments when i was awkward or dense or did stupid things. i was much dense all the time. the sort of person who zoned out and then said something in the middle of the convi which could be interpreted in horrible, double-meaninged, foot in mouth manner *shudder* but its a good memory anyway. would be much worse to have no memories like that...

why rachellle? why do you have to be the only one who gets arbid quotes? whatever shal i do :(

i woke up from the strangest dream in the morn...me and divya were playing badminton in this wide wood panelled corridor (wide for a corridor, narrow for badminton, somehow fireflyish) and i got really good at it...and then i decided to join the local team, but they didnt think i was good enuf (yes it was team badminton with 6/8 ppl to a side)...then we found some rules to show how i cud join divyas team altho it wasnt my local one blah di blah...much dramas and the gilmore girls came into it somehow...and it ended with all of us in this pub where there were pretty serial lights behind the bar and divya was bartender and i asked her to make me a fun cocktail. so she made me this 'shooter' which was in a pint glass and was a pink kool aid like colour...it was called corky something shooter...yummy...mostly tasted like strawberry kool aid.