The Bell, The Goonies and The Invisible Woman

11.15 a.m.
Ten minutes more before the bell rings. Sigh... Life has become such a routine. Once the bell rings, it's time for you to lift your deirdre/deidre (gosh... I don't know how to spell it!). Okay.. okay.. I'll make it simple; it's time for you to lift your fanny/buttocks/butt/bum (hmm.. my vocabulary's really good today!) and stroll/waddle/sashay/march/limp/hop/roll (heehee.. I'm really good!) to your destination. And when you reach there, you have to face an army (30 actually) of goonies who believe that you're actually THE INVISIBLE WOMAN! It'll take them a painfully excruciating ten minutes that you're slowly becoming visible in front of their 60/60 eyesight. And even then, there'll be some DUSH! goonies who are still interacting, trying to improve their social skils. Sigh..

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh...
The bell!

3.46 p.m.
Finally, everything's over. The moulding of the goonnies, the photo-taking of the purplelites and the convention of numeric intellects. Behind me is the gathering of the elites; sharing information with one another. The latter is such a joyous occassion; a destress for the day.

*twenty28eight is eagerly waiting for 7.01 p.m. to taste her first food for the day*