Today’s count
Nov. 8th, 2006 05:48 pmNumber of times I grinned inanely today: too many to count. What can I say? I was having a good day.
Number of grade five children who invaded our library: *in denial* We’re not getting more tomorrow! Tell me we’re not getting more tomorrow!
Actually, it’s not that bad. They're kind of cute, really. I thought I was incredibly grown up when I was in grade five; after all, I was ten years old! That’s double figures! It’s a little odd to realise how small I actually was.
Number of silly things accidentally posted to LJ: only one, thank goodness. I blame my stupid work for blocking LJ, as this forced me to use email to post work-written entries in. Formerly, if I typed “b” into the address box while composing an email, it brought up my home email first. Now, it brings up my posting-to-LJ email and I entirely forgot this when I quickly typed in a sentence I wanted to send home.
It wasn’t until I was waiting for my second bus that I realised what I’d done.
Number of people who stared at me while I tried not to laugh out loud at my mistake: uncertain.
Number of times I was grateful it wasn’t a line from the other fic that already involves the description “half-naked” (and is probably going to go downhill from there): Many. Many!
Number of car number-plates sniggered at on the way home: one. But it said ‘PWP’! I’m allowed to snigger at that. Maturity of mind is over-rated.
Number of Timothies accidentally snubbed: one. I couldn’t help it. I’d just logged into msn, was talking to two people (one of whom was my dad) and was trying to get rid of sundry evidence of earlier LJ-related stupidity. Also, there was the small matter of the cup of tea I was trying to make. There’s only so much multi-tasking a girl can do.
Number of grade five children who invaded our library: *in denial* We’re not getting more tomorrow! Tell me we’re not getting more tomorrow!
Actually, it’s not that bad. They're kind of cute, really. I thought I was incredibly grown up when I was in grade five; after all, I was ten years old! That’s double figures! It’s a little odd to realise how small I actually was.
Number of silly things accidentally posted to LJ: only one, thank goodness. I blame my stupid work for blocking LJ, as this forced me to use email to post work-written entries in. Formerly, if I typed “b” into the address box while composing an email, it brought up my home email first. Now, it brings up my posting-to-LJ email and I entirely forgot this when I quickly typed in a sentence I wanted to send home.
It wasn’t until I was waiting for my second bus that I realised what I’d done.
Number of people who stared at me while I tried not to laugh out loud at my mistake: uncertain.
Number of times I was grateful it wasn’t a line from the other fic that already involves the description “half-naked” (and is probably going to go downhill from there): Many. Many!
Number of car number-plates sniggered at on the way home: one. But it said ‘PWP’! I’m allowed to snigger at that. Maturity of mind is over-rated.
Number of Timothies accidentally snubbed: one. I couldn’t help it. I’d just logged into msn, was talking to two people (one of whom was my dad) and was trying to get rid of sundry evidence of earlier LJ-related stupidity. Also, there was the small matter of the cup of tea I was trying to make. There’s only so much multi-tasking a girl can do.
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on 2006-11-08 08:59 am (UTC)I also thought that I was way older than I was when I was little. I guess because I had younger brothers and I was often acting as mum to them sometimes :P
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on 2006-11-08 09:07 am (UTC)I just love the way your perspective changes as you get older. It's just so funny to realise how little you were when you thought you were so old.
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on 2006-11-08 03:52 pm (UTC)I want to be a librarian! Sort of.
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on 2006-11-08 08:31 pm (UTC)*cherishes it*
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on 2006-11-08 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2006-11-09 06:04 am (UTC)They can be quite hilarious. One of the questions on the little treasure hunt they do in the library asks them to find out one of the librarians' favourite authors. One kid came up to me and said, "How do I find out one of the librarians' favourite authors?"
To which, I said: "Well, I'm a librarian (technically I'm not, but that would just have confused him further). How about I tell you one of my favourite authors?"
"Ohhhhh!"
Silly kids.