*whistles*

Ho hum. Went shopping at the supermarket with my mother and, as usual, managed to persuade her to buy about $50 more food than she normally would. Mostly desserts. Heh. (Look at me, I'm turning into Tsuzuki...) BUT she asked me about my maths results and said congratulations and bought me flowers *glows* No-one's ever bought me flowers before. Sometimes people get them at Gang Show, but not me. So that was nice!

Shields! OH yes! Am frantically attempting to actually get SOMETHING finished and have finally finished the prologue *cheers* Yay. Managed to tone the sap down enough for it to be suitable for human consumption. Now I just have to remember the vague little plot that was going to be in there somewhere... (PLOT? I need no plot when I have ANGST!!) AND then of course I can move on to Shifting Sands and Symmetry. Too many damn plot ideas, I think I'll just keep adding fics until I run out. What a cheerful though. They weren't SUPPOSED to all start with S, but now they do. Oh well.

Scouts tonight. I get to supervise small terrors as they attempt to cook curry, caesar salad and pizza. At least I get FED.

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Wonderfully productive evening. My decision to never have children has once again been heavily confirmed, basically because there's a 50% chance that it'll be male. And I COULD NOT cope with being responsible for one of the absolute TERRORS at scouts. Came home and was so thankful that I have a brother who is at least a functiong human being capable of holding conversations. There is one boy there who is like Harry Potter, which rather amuses me. Not in looks, though he will be quite cute when older (I am NOT perving on 13-year-olds...) more in personality. He's polite, way more mature than the majority of them, will go off and be mischievous but when I catch him he'll just grin and stop doing it. I don't know. He just reminds me of Harry.

Got to help the only three girls in the place make something approximating mongolian lamb and rice, which wasn't too bad once I drowned it in black bean sauce and stirred the rice in. There was MY tea. Well, I've had far worse. Scouts get used to that kind of thing after a while. At Jamboree they gave us massive chicken Marylands and expected us to cook them on a BBQ, for Christ's sake. They were charcoal on the outside and raw inside. We ended up throwing the whole lot out and making large amounts of mashed potatoes and vegatable stirfry.

Still attempting to think of way to either get people out of the house for a few hours or persuade mother to let me watch QaF in peace. Hmmm.