12 XI 2002 - 17:12 - brevis62

A better entry precedes this one by about twenty minutes.

Today my English teacher seemed to feel the need to go over my shirt (bought off LJ and with 'pervy hobbit fancier' written on it in English and transcribed into Sindarin) in great deal. She wrote the phrase on the board, said twice, 'Those are British usages, aren't they?' and generally encouraged the class to stare, point, and low uncomprehendingly. Some obliged, some looked blankly into space, some just didn't care, and one blessed person asked me where I'd gotten it.

But honestly, with so much mass attention -- I crave attention but it has to come from one person at a time or else I begin to squirm. Even Charlie Chaplin couldn't make up for a class period spent like that.

To the kind guestbook-signer: I've looked into being invisible. It was working for a while and then being nondescript didn't seem to work any more. Or maybe I outgrew it.