Today, once again Vicky and I ventured into the depths. I'd like to point out that she whacked me really hard on my arm in a twisted version of "hello" as soon as she saw me. She's all spazzy cause she accidently friend requested some guy she was stalking on facebook. Fortunately, all seems to have quieted down on that front, and the guy doesn't think she's a freak. Yet.
Today there were a few fairs on, fresher's fair, community fair and change the world fair. It was pretty funky, we got tonnes of freebies. We're a bit lonely, cause it's just the two of us for now, but hopefully we have our induction on thursday and we'll make more friends then.
Tomorrow is the Jobs fair and volunteering fair, but we're going in kinda late, because I'm lazy.
Oh, I think I saw Luke today! But I'm not sure....WHO EVEN KNOWS?
I had maths class in the evening, it was swell it was.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Universityyy
So I'm not feeling like blogging, but I should write some stuff about uni.
On Saturday, Vicky and I went to FOCSOC welcome day, which is for freshers off campus. We were late cause I wanted to get a planner from selfridges, but that's fine cause it was worth it, the planner's gorgeous. It's got pictures of cats on it. The cats are playing rock music.
Anyway, we made our way to the guild, talking to some random people on the way, vicky tried to limbo and failed, I laughed. We went down into the basement of the guild, which was like a haunted house, and then there was this room with a load of people our age in it.
The guy organising it gave us stickers, mine was "Ron Weasley" and Vicky's was "Clyde," and then we had to find our partners. I managed to find Harry, and Vicky found Bonnie and we had a short conversation with them, before mosying off into the "Sutton and Erdington" group.
The purpose of the group was so we could share taxis on our way back from the nights out...that none of us wanted to go to. vicky was like "I'd rather sleep" and it's so not my scene, so we were both out. We made friends with a couple of people, some people were cool, some people were nice, some people were a little confused by us, but oh well.
Anyway, we're going back in tomorrow, hopefully we'll have a nice time and maybe meet some people we know!
On Saturday, Vicky and I went to FOCSOC welcome day, which is for freshers off campus. We were late cause I wanted to get a planner from selfridges, but that's fine cause it was worth it, the planner's gorgeous. It's got pictures of cats on it. The cats are playing rock music.
Anyway, we made our way to the guild, talking to some random people on the way, vicky tried to limbo and failed, I laughed. We went down into the basement of the guild, which was like a haunted house, and then there was this room with a load of people our age in it.
The guy organising it gave us stickers, mine was "Ron Weasley" and Vicky's was "Clyde," and then we had to find our partners. I managed to find Harry, and Vicky found Bonnie and we had a short conversation with them, before mosying off into the "Sutton and Erdington" group.
The purpose of the group was so we could share taxis on our way back from the nights out...that none of us wanted to go to. vicky was like "I'd rather sleep" and it's so not my scene, so we were both out. We made friends with a couple of people, some people were cool, some people were nice, some people were a little confused by us, but oh well.
Anyway, we're going back in tomorrow, hopefully we'll have a nice time and maybe meet some people we know!
Sunday, September 07, 2008
okay
I think I let things get a little out of perspective before. It's good to have friends that ground you, I just forget that sometimes. I'm lucky, really.
Today was a good day, I'm smiling.
Today was a good day, I'm smiling.
Friday, September 05, 2008
The madness slowly takes it's toll, lunging at me from behind the monitor when I least expect it. Four days without fanfictions, without so much as thinking of fanfictions, and I am not sure how much longer my sanity can hold up for.
I pacify my cravings for escapism with other medias, but another twenty six days of this may drive me over the edge. If i seem crazier than normal, you can assume the worst.
I really like sleeping. A lot. More than you'd think. It's nice when it's dark.
On another, just as blackening topic, I have a driving lesson tomorrow. If I don't pass my test soon, I'm going to have to take up residence in my wardrobe. Letters can be addressed to "The mirrored wardrobe" and slid between the gap of the door and the side of the wardrobe. I can make a nest in the coats, and sleep standing up; it wont be so bad.
I just ate a banana, and now the skin is empty. I wonder how it feels to be an empty banana skin. All your life you have a banana in you, you label yourself a banana, but then the banana is gone, and suddenly you're this "skin" you're just a covering not the real thing, not even half the real thing. You have this big identity shock right after you lose the only thing you could ever call family. Then you slowly blacken and rot. What a life.
Istanbul was nice but i feel the blue mosque could have been bluer. I haven't heard from Rachel or Kim in a long time. Rachel's on holiday somewhere, she should have gotten back today. Maybe she's mad that I missed her birthday party. I thought she would be happy since I paid a lot of attention to her gift, but she hasn't said anything, no messages or emails or anything. And I haven't spoken to Kim since results day, it's kinda hard to since she's glued to her boyfriend. Not that I blame her, that's normal I suppose. I figured out recently the reason all my friends think I hate boys, the reason I act like I do. It's because subconciously, I've always known that there's a part of my friend's lives that is completely separate from mine, the dating part specifically. It's something I can't understand, that I can't be a part of, and that I can't relate to, and I always knew sooner or later it was going to evolve, and become a bigger part. I suppose it boils down to them moving on, while I stay in the same place. I feel like that a lot, but I don't think it's a unique situation to me. I'm sure lots of people, maybe even the same friends, feel like that.
I've been feeling kind of stupid recently actually. I don't know why. Well I do, but I don't think the reasons are valid at all. I feel like I want to go on an identity holiday, you know, a holiday from being myself? Or maybe it's just late. I do get kinda whiney at night. It's a good thing no one's online
I pacify my cravings for escapism with other medias, but another twenty six days of this may drive me over the edge. If i seem crazier than normal, you can assume the worst.
I really like sleeping. A lot. More than you'd think. It's nice when it's dark.
On another, just as blackening topic, I have a driving lesson tomorrow. If I don't pass my test soon, I'm going to have to take up residence in my wardrobe. Letters can be addressed to "The mirrored wardrobe" and slid between the gap of the door and the side of the wardrobe. I can make a nest in the coats, and sleep standing up; it wont be so bad.
I just ate a banana, and now the skin is empty. I wonder how it feels to be an empty banana skin. All your life you have a banana in you, you label yourself a banana, but then the banana is gone, and suddenly you're this "skin" you're just a covering not the real thing, not even half the real thing. You have this big identity shock right after you lose the only thing you could ever call family. Then you slowly blacken and rot. What a life.
Istanbul was nice but i feel the blue mosque could have been bluer. I haven't heard from Rachel or Kim in a long time. Rachel's on holiday somewhere, she should have gotten back today. Maybe she's mad that I missed her birthday party. I thought she would be happy since I paid a lot of attention to her gift, but she hasn't said anything, no messages or emails or anything. And I haven't spoken to Kim since results day, it's kinda hard to since she's glued to her boyfriend. Not that I blame her, that's normal I suppose. I figured out recently the reason all my friends think I hate boys, the reason I act like I do. It's because subconciously, I've always known that there's a part of my friend's lives that is completely separate from mine, the dating part specifically. It's something I can't understand, that I can't be a part of, and that I can't relate to, and I always knew sooner or later it was going to evolve, and become a bigger part. I suppose it boils down to them moving on, while I stay in the same place. I feel like that a lot, but I don't think it's a unique situation to me. I'm sure lots of people, maybe even the same friends, feel like that.
I've been feeling kind of stupid recently actually. I don't know why. Well I do, but I don't think the reasons are valid at all. I feel like I want to go on an identity holiday, you know, a holiday from being myself? Or maybe it's just late. I do get kinda whiney at night. It's a good thing no one's online
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 08, 2008
1.28 AM
(01:05:18) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: oh my goodness sarakins
(01:05:22) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: you#'re still here??
(01:06:18) SarahPuffles: kath aht
(01:06:19) SarahPuffles: 1I m
(01:06:21) SarahPuffles: sorry
(01:06:22) SarahPuffles: fingers
(01:06:23) SarahPuffles: sleepy
(01:06:24) SarahPuffles: finers
(01:06:25) SarahPuffles: yo know
(01:06:27) SarahPuffles: when fingers get sleepy
(01:06:29) SarahPuffles: they make mistakes
(01:06:31) SarahPuffles: poor fingers :(
(01:06:33) SarahPuffles: how are you kat hat?
(01:06:39) SarahPuffles: Are you even there?
(01:06:44) SarahPuffles: am I talking to myself? *cries quietly*
(01:06:46) SarahPuffles: All alooooooooone
(01:06:51) SarahPuffles: there's no one hereeee besidee mmmeeeee
(01:06:57) SarahPuffles: I don't even know the rest of the song
(01:07:00) SarahPuffles: what a sad situation.
(01:07:01) SarahPuffles: *weeps*
(01:11:15) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: lol so sosssrry
(01:11:19) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: sarakins I am there
(01:11:25) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: I just went off to the bathroom..:$
(01:11:33) SarahPuffles: The bathroom?!
(01:11:42) SarahPuffles: she went to the bathroom! *to crowd&*
(01:11:44) SarahPuffles: The bathroom?
(01:11:48) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: the bathroom..:P
(01:11:50) SarahPuffles: Yes the bathroom. Now don't worryk kids, she came back!
(01:11:58) SarahPuffles: kids: if you say so miss sarah lady
(01:12:04) SarahPuffles: sarah: *friendly smile* don't worry!
(01:12:06) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: how was your day?? why are you still not in bed??
(01:12:16) SarahPuffles: pfft youre not the boss of me
(01:12:17) SarahPuffles: i can stay up
(01:12:19) SarahPuffles: if i want!
(01:12:22) SarahPuffles: I can stay up ALLLL Night
(01:12:24) SarahPuffles: if i want
(01:12:29) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: ooooooooooooh
(01:12:32) SarahPuffles: I think the question is KATHAT
(01:12:36) SarahPuffles: why aren't YOU asleep
(01:12:37) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: lolams that;s lovely to know
(01:12:38) SarahPuffles: since it's my house.
(01:12:48) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: since I'm going to work tomorrow..:p
(01:12:55) SarahPuffles: Is it me?
(01:12:57) SarahPuffles: or is it hot in here
(01:13:00) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: because..I wanted to finish Nadja :$
(01:13:00) SarahPuffles: is it hot in oldbury?
(01:13:02) SarahPuffles: or old ham..
(01:13:03) SarahPuffles: where you live..
(01:13:09) SarahPuffles: that place. it's old.. I knwo that much..
(01:13:10) SarahPuffles: i think.
(01:13:20) SarahPuffles: I don't even know what number you live at KATCHAR!
(01:13:27) SarahPuffles: omg
(01:13:32) SarahPuffles: so i gosh kat
(01:13:39) SarahPuffles: Yesterday I was thinking about what you said
(01:13:42) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: yes??
(01:13:44) SarahPuffles: about that lineee..
(01:13:49) SarahPuffles: by breton I think
(01:13:49) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: I live on 38 broadway
(01:13:51) SarahPuffles: about the trees
(01:13:56) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: line? which line??oO
(01:13:56) SarahPuffles: 38! that's a lovely number!
(01:14:02) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: yyyeees :D
(01:14:04) SarahPuffles: it's very sensible, but fun too
(01:14:07) SarahPuffles: Anyway
(01:14:09) SarahPuffles: I had this IMAGE in my head
(01:14:20) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: yes??
(01:14:59) SarahPuffles: of a green hilltop, covered in shadow, but at the top, the first ray of sunrise streaming through, and people at the top, walking along, with the light behind them, like silleuettes
(01:15:51) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: sillhouettes* :P
(01:15:55) SarahPuffles: And then.. the sea down below...colouring the air salty..
(01:15:57) SarahPuffles: and gosh I got so sad
(01:15:57) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: that's lovely sarakins,...
(01:16:03) SarahPuffles: because I wanted to be there so much! I wanted to be one of those people1
(01:17:00) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: gosh...
(01:17:13) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: sarah you have an incredible imagination...
(01:17:21) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: really, you do!!!
(01:17:22) SarahPuffles: I wanted to see it.. feel the cold night be chased away by the sun..
(01:17:27) SarahPuffles: taste the salt on my lips!!
(01:17:36) SarahPuffles: squint into the skyline..
(01:17:41) SarahPuffles: WAAAAH I'M GETTING SAD AGAIN JUST THINKING ABOUT IT
(01:17:52) SarahPuffles: booooo. fueeee. this is your fault kathat :(
(01:18:00) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: woah woooaaah sarakins :P
(01:18:13) SarahPuffles: I want a skyyyyyyy Kat
(01:18:23) SarahPuffles: So I saw an old lady today
(01:18:24) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: hang on...you want to go to the seaside, sarah??
(01:18:29) SarahPuffles: yes.. and no
(01:18:37) SarahPuffles: I want.. you know
(01:18:39) SarahPuffles: you know....
(01:18:44) SarahPuffles: that time you were at the beach
(01:18:51) SarahPuffles: and you were on the top of the...hill...cliff... looking down?
(01:18:52) SarahPuffles: I want tAHT!
(01:19:02) SarahPuffles: I want to see it and breath it!
(01:19:10) SarahPuffles: I love my garden.. but I want more than this little SQUARE of greenery
(01:19:22) SarahPuffles: this little suburban, tamed rectangle
(01:21:17) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: gosh sarah it's such a lovely dream..:)
(01:21:40) SarahPuffles: You know what I forgot...
(01:21:43) SarahPuffles: i forgot the wind.....
(01:21:50) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: what??
(01:21:56) SarahPuffles: the wind at the sea is so alive!! so rough and ..playful. :)
(01:22:05) SarahPuffles: the way it pulls at your clothes, like it's a little child...
(01:22:09) SarahPuffles: and it wants you to run with it
(01:22:11) SarahPuffles: WAAAAAAAAA
(01:22:14) SarahPuffles: fuuueeeee boooo :(
(01:23:30) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: you know what sarah???
(01:23:39) SarahPuffles: WHAT!?
(01:23:59) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: You should put all wonderful and unfulfilled ideas in LQ..:):)
(01:24:17) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: I'm sorry I'm sooo tired I gtg to bed now okay???:(
(01:24:36) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: talk to yo tomorrow hioopefully and do forgive my lack of attenton this evening
(01:24:57) SarahPuffles: you know what...
(01:25:00) SarahPuffles: I already did :P
(01:25:12) SarahPuffles: Its nice to know we're on the same wavelength.
(01:25:24) SarahPuffles: Ill catch you later, whenever that is :D Sorry about the insanity, I get tired. xxxxxxxxxx
(01:25:30) SarahPuffles: enjoy work! if possible..
(01:05:22) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: you#'re still here??
(01:06:18) SarahPuffles: kath aht
(01:06:19) SarahPuffles: 1I m
(01:06:21) SarahPuffles: sorry
(01:06:22) SarahPuffles: fingers
(01:06:23) SarahPuffles: sleepy
(01:06:24) SarahPuffles: finers
(01:06:25) SarahPuffles: yo know
(01:06:27) SarahPuffles: when fingers get sleepy
(01:06:29) SarahPuffles: they make mistakes
(01:06:31) SarahPuffles: poor fingers :(
(01:06:33) SarahPuffles: how are you kat hat?
(01:06:39) SarahPuffles: Are you even there?
(01:06:44) SarahPuffles: am I talking to myself? *cries quietly*
(01:06:46) SarahPuffles: All alooooooooone
(01:06:51) SarahPuffles: there's no one hereeee besidee mmmeeeee
(01:06:57) SarahPuffles: I don't even know the rest of the song
(01:07:00) SarahPuffles: what a sad situation.
(01:07:01) SarahPuffles: *weeps*
(01:11:15) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: lol so sosssrry
(01:11:19) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: sarakins I am there
(01:11:25) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: I just went off to the bathroom..:$
(01:11:33) SarahPuffles: The bathroom?!
(01:11:42) SarahPuffles: she went to the bathroom! *to crowd&*
(01:11:44) SarahPuffles: The bathroom?
(01:11:48) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: the bathroom..:P
(01:11:50) SarahPuffles: Yes the bathroom. Now don't worryk kids, she came back!
(01:11:58) SarahPuffles: kids: if you say so miss sarah lady
(01:12:04) SarahPuffles: sarah: *friendly smile* don't worry!
(01:12:06) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: how was your day?? why are you still not in bed??
(01:12:16) SarahPuffles: pfft youre not the boss of me
(01:12:17) SarahPuffles: i can stay up
(01:12:19) SarahPuffles: if i want!
(01:12:22) SarahPuffles: I can stay up ALLLL Night
(01:12:24) SarahPuffles: if i want
(01:12:29) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: ooooooooooooh
(01:12:32) SarahPuffles: I think the question is KATHAT
(01:12:36) SarahPuffles: why aren't YOU asleep
(01:12:37) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: lolams that;s lovely to know
(01:12:38) SarahPuffles: since it's my house.
(01:12:48) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: since I'm going to work tomorrow..:p
(01:12:55) SarahPuffles: Is it me?
(01:12:57) SarahPuffles: or is it hot in here
(01:13:00) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: because..I wanted to finish Nadja :$
(01:13:00) SarahPuffles: is it hot in oldbury?
(01:13:02) SarahPuffles: or old ham..
(01:13:03) SarahPuffles: where you live..
(01:13:09) SarahPuffles: that place. it's old.. I knwo that much..
(01:13:10) SarahPuffles: i think.
(01:13:20) SarahPuffles: I don't even know what number you live at KATCHAR!
(01:13:27) SarahPuffles: omg
(01:13:32) SarahPuffles: so i gosh kat
(01:13:39) SarahPuffles: Yesterday I was thinking about what you said
(01:13:42) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: yes??
(01:13:44) SarahPuffles: about that lineee..
(01:13:49) SarahPuffles: by breton I think
(01:13:49) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: I live on 38 broadway
(01:13:51) SarahPuffles: about the trees
(01:13:56) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: line? which line??oO
(01:13:56) SarahPuffles: 38! that's a lovely number!
(01:14:02) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: yyyeees :D
(01:14:04) SarahPuffles: it's very sensible, but fun too
(01:14:07) SarahPuffles: Anyway
(01:14:09) SarahPuffles: I had this IMAGE in my head
(01:14:20) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: yes??
(01:14:59) SarahPuffles: of a green hilltop, covered in shadow, but at the top, the first ray of sunrise streaming through, and people at the top, walking along, with the light behind them, like silleuettes
(01:15:51) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: sillhouettes* :P
(01:15:55) SarahPuffles: And then.. the sea down below...colouring the air salty..
(01:15:57) SarahPuffles: and gosh I got so sad
(01:15:57) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: that's lovely sarakins,...
(01:16:03) SarahPuffles: because I wanted to be there so much! I wanted to be one of those people1
(01:17:00) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: gosh...
(01:17:13) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: sarah you have an incredible imagination...
(01:17:21) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: really, you do!!!
(01:17:22) SarahPuffles: I wanted to see it.. feel the cold night be chased away by the sun..
(01:17:27) SarahPuffles: taste the salt on my lips!!
(01:17:36) SarahPuffles: squint into the skyline..
(01:17:41) SarahPuffles: WAAAAH I'M GETTING SAD AGAIN JUST THINKING ABOUT IT
(01:17:52) SarahPuffles: booooo. fueeee. this is your fault kathat :(
(01:18:00) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: woah woooaaah sarakins :P
(01:18:13) SarahPuffles: I want a skyyyyyyy Kat
(01:18:23) SarahPuffles: So I saw an old lady today
(01:18:24) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: hang on...you want to go to the seaside, sarah??
(01:18:29) SarahPuffles: yes.. and no
(01:18:37) SarahPuffles: I want.. you know
(01:18:39) SarahPuffles: you know....
(01:18:44) SarahPuffles: that time you were at the beach
(01:18:51) SarahPuffles: and you were on the top of the...hill...cliff... looking down?
(01:18:52) SarahPuffles: I want tAHT!
(01:19:02) SarahPuffles: I want to see it and breath it!
(01:19:10) SarahPuffles: I love my garden.. but I want more than this little SQUARE of greenery
(01:19:22) SarahPuffles: this little suburban, tamed rectangle
(01:21:17) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: gosh sarah it's such a lovely dream..:)
(01:21:40) SarahPuffles: You know what I forgot...
(01:21:43) SarahPuffles: i forgot the wind.....
(01:21:50) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: what??
(01:21:56) SarahPuffles: the wind at the sea is so alive!! so rough and ..playful. :)
(01:22:05) SarahPuffles: the way it pulls at your clothes, like it's a little child...
(01:22:09) SarahPuffles: and it wants you to run with it
(01:22:11) SarahPuffles: WAAAAAAAAA
(01:22:14) SarahPuffles: fuuueeeee boooo :(
(01:23:30) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: you know what sarah???
(01:23:39) SarahPuffles: WHAT!?
(01:23:59) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: You should put all wonderful and unfulfilled ideas in LQ..:):)
(01:24:17) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: I'm sorry I'm sooo tired I gtg to bed now okay???:(
(01:24:36) Katjusha:je me sens comme l'albatros... je n'arrive pas à trouver ce que c'est que ''chez moi'' je vous attends, juste vous..: talk to yo tomorrow hioopefully and do forgive my lack of attenton this evening
(01:24:57) SarahPuffles: you know what...
(01:25:00) SarahPuffles: I already did :P
(01:25:12) SarahPuffles: Its nice to know we're on the same wavelength.
(01:25:24) SarahPuffles: Ill catch you later, whenever that is :D Sorry about the insanity, I get tired. xxxxxxxxxx
(01:25:30) SarahPuffles: enjoy work! if possible..
Thursday, July 31, 2008
The Saga Recommences!
So I haven't updated for the last few days, but I HAVE been with the action making. Oh yes. As you can see, this is the site about three days ago when I started digging, and then realised it was far too dry. I had to move the frame, obviously, because the frame has to be slightly sunk in, thus the dug out section must be larger than the frame.
Behold the new and prettier sign! Some people mentioned lack of colour, so THERE YOU GO.
Now, this is what the site looks like TODAY, after having been dug out, and then having the grass put back in, upside down. I'm just supposed to leave that now... On the sides, you can see stones that I picked out. Cause there were too many stones!
In a different part of the garden, on an unrelated note, here are my onions! They're just regular cooking onions that started growing, instead of cooking, so I planted them. They look like they might flower. It's a bit tricky to see, but I've got the staked up, else they'll flop all over the place. Also, slugs LOVE THEM. To slugs, onions are like.. candy floss. Irresistable. Seriously. I put down pellets, thinking I would find a few dead slugs, but there were about TWENTY. And that was only the first time. I did it again a few days ago and there were still about ten! Where do they come from? I don't know. I feel bad killing them, but what can I do?
Here are my extremely stylish wellies, covered in dust, and being glared at by Olive, who you can see in the top right hand corner.
THIS is a beautiful poppy that I grew. it's MAGNIFICIENT, no? You thought poppies were always red? WRONG. This is a gorgeous one. Unfortunately, they have short lives, and three days after this picture was taken (TODAY) the petals all fell. I picked them up and stuck them in the back of my diary :) Coincidentally, all the petals I find in good condition, I stick in the front of my favourite books :)
That's all for now!!! OH also I planted some radish seeds in a pot. We'll see how that goes.
Behold the new and prettier sign! Some people mentioned lack of colour, so THERE YOU GO.
Now, this is what the site looks like TODAY, after having been dug out, and then having the grass put back in, upside down. I'm just supposed to leave that now... On the sides, you can see stones that I picked out. Cause there were too many stones!
In a different part of the garden, on an unrelated note, here are my onions! They're just regular cooking onions that started growing, instead of cooking, so I planted them. They look like they might flower. It's a bit tricky to see, but I've got the staked up, else they'll flop all over the place. Also, slugs LOVE THEM. To slugs, onions are like.. candy floss. Irresistable. Seriously. I put down pellets, thinking I would find a few dead slugs, but there were about TWENTY. And that was only the first time. I did it again a few days ago and there were still about ten! Where do they come from? I don't know. I feel bad killing them, but what can I do?
Here are my extremely stylish wellies, covered in dust, and being glared at by Olive, who you can see in the top right hand corner.
THIS is a beautiful poppy that I grew. it's MAGNIFICIENT, no? You thought poppies were always red? WRONG. This is a gorgeous one. Unfortunately, they have short lives, and three days after this picture was taken (TODAY) the petals all fell. I picked them up and stuck them in the back of my diary :) Coincidentally, all the petals I find in good condition, I stick in the front of my favourite books :)
That's all for now!!! OH also I planted some radish seeds in a pot. We'll see how that goes.
Monday, July 28, 2008
The Saga Experiences a Mild Delay
So.. basically the next step in Project vegetable patch, was to dig out the grass.. unfortunately, due to the high temperatures and lack of rain, it's pretty much impossible. Thus I will have to wait a few days, for it to rain.
it SAID it was going to rain today! But nothing! not even a little shower.
So the NEW plan, is to go to the shops tomorrow and buy seeds, pesticides, compost (maybe) and get a book or two out of the library to do with gardening. And one about poetry you can read in the garden. I thought that might be a nice thing to do while I wait for it to rain.
Anyway, here are some photos of the garden instead, I took them about a month ago, but not much has changed.
These are our chives, which have flowered this year, they've got this lovely purple flowers that you can see, which produce seeds that drop on the pavement and then grow like weeds... so yeah. We can't eat them fast enough :P The sun is setting here, so it's turning some of them pink.
Chives again. Gosh, who would have thought a herb could be so pretty?
This is.. an unnamed plant. It's kinda boring if you want my opinion. Lots of little flowers.
This is quite nice, it's these red flowers (who knows what they are) shot through with wild long grasses. As a matter of fact, right now, they're shot through with LOADS of lavender. I might take a picture. Then again, there aren't so many red flowers now :P
Now my poppies! Many of you have heard of my poppy woes, mainly that they do not transplant well at all :( However, they're doing pretty well in the pot, some more opened today. So here's a nice picture.
And here's one of the new ones that opened today. I planted a mixture of poppy seeds, so most of them are different.
And this is the one I am proudest of! Basically, I started growing them in this ice cream tub but unfortunately, when I transplanted the bigger ones OUT of the tub, many of the remaining ones died, or became very small. However, this one, which is actually quite tiny, produced a lovely flower! It's white and pink. *smiles* I'm so proud of it!
Anyway, enough of me being a complete loser. Lol. What am I talking about? I never stop being a complete loser. Let's name my top five activities: gardening, reading, video games, writing a book where nothing happends and reading fanfiction. Hoyes.
Anyway. Enjoy the summer. :)
it SAID it was going to rain today! But nothing! not even a little shower.
So the NEW plan, is to go to the shops tomorrow and buy seeds, pesticides, compost (maybe) and get a book or two out of the library to do with gardening. And one about poetry you can read in the garden. I thought that might be a nice thing to do while I wait for it to rain.
Anyway, here are some photos of the garden instead, I took them about a month ago, but not much has changed.
These are our chives, which have flowered this year, they've got this lovely purple flowers that you can see, which produce seeds that drop on the pavement and then grow like weeds... so yeah. We can't eat them fast enough :P The sun is setting here, so it's turning some of them pink.
Chives again. Gosh, who would have thought a herb could be so pretty?
This is.. an unnamed plant. It's kinda boring if you want my opinion. Lots of little flowers.
This is quite nice, it's these red flowers (who knows what they are) shot through with wild long grasses. As a matter of fact, right now, they're shot through with LOADS of lavender. I might take a picture. Then again, there aren't so many red flowers now :P
Now my poppies! Many of you have heard of my poppy woes, mainly that they do not transplant well at all :( However, they're doing pretty well in the pot, some more opened today. So here's a nice picture.
And here's one of the new ones that opened today. I planted a mixture of poppy seeds, so most of them are different.
And this is the one I am proudest of! Basically, I started growing them in this ice cream tub but unfortunately, when I transplanted the bigger ones OUT of the tub, many of the remaining ones died, or became very small. However, this one, which is actually quite tiny, produced a lovely flower! It's white and pink. *smiles* I'm so proud of it!
Anyway, enough of me being a complete loser. Lol. What am I talking about? I never stop being a complete loser. Let's name my top five activities: gardening, reading, video games, writing a book where nothing happends and reading fanfiction. Hoyes.
Anyway. Enjoy the summer. :)
Saturday, July 26, 2008
The Saga Begins!
This summer, I'm trying to make a vegetable patch! It's going to take a while, so I'll keep you updated here, with photos (if the batteries in my camera hold out :P) and stuffs!
Today, I started. I'm hoping to convert a patch of grass behind some shrubs to a vegetable patch. It'll be hidden by the shrubs so you shouldn't be able to see it from the house, but there should still be plenty of sunlight!
Here is the ever so professional sign that I made. It looks like it's painted in blood, I know :P
And here's the site SO FAR.
WISH ME LUCK
Today, I started. I'm hoping to convert a patch of grass behind some shrubs to a vegetable patch. It'll be hidden by the shrubs so you shouldn't be able to see it from the house, but there should still be plenty of sunlight!
Here is the ever so professional sign that I made. It looks like it's painted in blood, I know :P
And here's the site SO FAR.
WISH ME LUCK
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Quote of the week
Me: My mom's abandoned me! She's gone! Gooooooone. I'm all alone.
Zara: She's only gone to Spiceland....
Zara: She's only gone to Spiceland....
Monday, July 21, 2008
oh that hirah girl
(21:22:38) *//~Hirah Nakamura!~your pretty noona 8D LULZ//*~YOU LOOK LIKE A NICOLAS CAGE(8)<3: when you're all old
(21:22:45) *//~Hirah Nakamura!~your pretty noona 8D LULZ//*~YOU LOOK LIKE A NICOLAS CAGE(8)<3: YOU CAN BE LIKE
(21:23:07) *//~Hirah Nakamura!~your pretty noona 8D LULZ//*~YOU LOOK LIKE A NICOLAS CAGE(8)<3: *@ GRANDCHILD* PLAY WITH YOUR COUSIN *pushes grandchild towards a sunflower*
(21:22:45) *//~Hirah Nakamura!~your pretty noona 8D LULZ//*~YOU LOOK LIKE A NICOLAS CAGE(8)<3: YOU CAN BE LIKE
(21:23:07) *//~Hirah Nakamura!~your pretty noona 8D LULZ//*~YOU LOOK LIKE A NICOLAS CAGE(8)<3: *@ GRANDCHILD* PLAY WITH YOUR COUSIN *pushes grandchild towards a sunflower*
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
lupe velez
Gosh, you wouldn't believe what just happened to me.
So I was really depressed about something, and my mom had had a bit of a go, and I was all sad, so I was in my room and I decided to go into my wardrobe. It's not like I normally do, but I figured it might be good to go in there and have a good cry.
Anyway, I get in the wardrobe, it's a slidey door one, with the lights off and the door slides shut and there I am. About twenty minutes pass, and I decide it's time to get out of the wardrobe, so I push the door to slide it and it opens, about two inches. Which is not big enough for me to get out.
So I'm like "Oh shit" because I'm stuck in a freaking wardrobe.
There are a few suggestions my mind throws up.
a. Call my mom.
However, since I've been crying for the last twenty minutes, I'm not looking so hot, not to mention that she'll wonder WHY I was in the wardrobe.
b. Call my brother.
Ditto my mom, as well as being mocked for being stuck in a wardrobe.
c. Stay there until morning.
But you know, I would still be discovered eventually, and also what if I needed the toilet?
And I'm like, what if they think I've been abducted because they can't find me? What if they think I've run away? I should have padded my bed so it looked like I was sleeping there.
So I try to push the door open a bit more, but it wont budge and Im really scared I'm going to break it so I stop. I'm fairly sure there's something in the way of it, so I try to feel around (cursing myself for turning out the light) for any obstructions, but I come up blank.
And it's been about another ten minute, and I'm still stuck. I wonder how long it will take for anyone to notice. And THEN finally, I realise that I've PUSHED some of my clothes into the door, stopping it from moving!! Elated, I move the clothes and push the door, rushing out into the fresh air. FREEEEEDOM.
Anyway. I feel much better about everything now.
So I was really depressed about something, and my mom had had a bit of a go, and I was all sad, so I was in my room and I decided to go into my wardrobe. It's not like I normally do, but I figured it might be good to go in there and have a good cry.
Anyway, I get in the wardrobe, it's a slidey door one, with the lights off and the door slides shut and there I am. About twenty minutes pass, and I decide it's time to get out of the wardrobe, so I push the door to slide it and it opens, about two inches. Which is not big enough for me to get out.
So I'm like "Oh shit" because I'm stuck in a freaking wardrobe.
There are a few suggestions my mind throws up.
a. Call my mom.
However, since I've been crying for the last twenty minutes, I'm not looking so hot, not to mention that she'll wonder WHY I was in the wardrobe.
b. Call my brother.
Ditto my mom, as well as being mocked for being stuck in a wardrobe.
c. Stay there until morning.
But you know, I would still be discovered eventually, and also what if I needed the toilet?
And I'm like, what if they think I've been abducted because they can't find me? What if they think I've run away? I should have padded my bed so it looked like I was sleeping there.
So I try to push the door open a bit more, but it wont budge and Im really scared I'm going to break it so I stop. I'm fairly sure there's something in the way of it, so I try to feel around (cursing myself for turning out the light) for any obstructions, but I come up blank.
And it's been about another ten minute, and I'm still stuck. I wonder how long it will take for anyone to notice. And THEN finally, I realise that I've PUSHED some of my clothes into the door, stopping it from moving!! Elated, I move the clothes and push the door, rushing out into the fresh air. FREEEEEDOM.
Anyway. I feel much better about everything now.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Career Options
Sarah: I think I'd be a good teacher. But getting a job sounds like a lot of work. *To Mother* You'll support me, wont you?
Mom: Yes. *smile*
Sarah: I mean, you'll support me with money, so I don't have to get a job, right?
Mom: Yes. *smile*
Sarah: I mean, you'll support me with money, so I don't have to get a job, right?
Monday, May 26, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Stubbornability
Today, I repotted my Azelea which was still sulking, in the garden where it can hopefully have a jolly good time. I also adopted a small pine-like tree as my bonsai tree. It's very small. but it seems to be like that because it's in such a small pot, not because it's a bonsai tree. Is that cheating?
Mum spent a good hour and a bit calling Olive while she sat on the step and Olive lounged a few metres away. Mum was insistent that if she just varied her tone, or continued for long enough, Olive would heed her. It was not to be. I can't believe my mum has so much time on her hands.
Mum spent a good hour and a bit calling Olive while she sat on the step and Olive lounged a few metres away. Mum was insistent that if she just varied her tone, or continued for long enough, Olive would heed her. It was not to be. I can't believe my mum has so much time on her hands.
Friday, May 16, 2008
school is ova
I love study leave. It gives me so much time to do nothing. No troublesome school to get in the way of utter nothingness.
(23:06:31) Minal: yes... im dropping out of school and not turning up to all my exams just because u told me to do something
(23:06:48) SarahPuffles: minal
(23:06:51) SarahPuffles: you can't drop out of school
(23:06:54) SarahPuffles: school is over.. remember..
(23:06:31) Minal: yes... im dropping out of school and not turning up to all my exams just because u told me to do something
(23:06:48) SarahPuffles: minal
(23:06:51) SarahPuffles: you can't drop out of school
(23:06:54) SarahPuffles: school is over.. remember..
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Study Leave= Extended Internet Time
I was sitting, after watching the entire first season of Black Books, the extras, the outtakes, and the first episode with commentary, and I realised that oh my god I am a loser.
A buffer is a weak acid and it's salt. It opposes small changes in pH. If you drink acid, you die. That last bit I didn't learn from a textbook, it's just common sense.
A buffer is a weak acid and it's salt. It opposes small changes in pH. If you drink acid, you die. That last bit I didn't learn from a textbook, it's just common sense.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
NATURE!
Here are two photos I took yesterday.
Do you know the story about the tulip? Everyone knows it really.
Basically, Sarah bought a tulip bulb, well, the guy didn't charge her because she looked so pitiful, buying a single tulip bulb. And her mother didn't believe it would grow, but it DID.
We've been placing bets on what colour it would be, and so HERE IT IS.
It's PEACH. With white on the edges. Isn't it goooorgeous? I think so too. I'm so proud, my first tulip!! I hope it grows back next year!
Here's the second photo, it's a bad one, you might have to open the picture in a new window to make it big enough. See the fence covered in ivy? The bit above the reflection of the picture of the sunflowers has a baby fox sleeping on it!! It was SO CUTE. I had to take a picture, even though it's rubbish quality.
Do you know the story about the tulip? Everyone knows it really.
Basically, Sarah bought a tulip bulb, well, the guy didn't charge her because she looked so pitiful, buying a single tulip bulb. And her mother didn't believe it would grow, but it DID.
We've been placing bets on what colour it would be, and so HERE IT IS.
It's PEACH. With white on the edges. Isn't it goooorgeous? I think so too. I'm so proud, my first tulip!! I hope it grows back next year!
Here's the second photo, it's a bad one, you might have to open the picture in a new window to make it big enough. See the fence covered in ivy? The bit above the reflection of the picture of the sunflowers has a baby fox sleeping on it!! It was SO CUTE. I had to take a picture, even though it's rubbish quality.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Now Open to the Public
I've decided that since I'm a bit difficult to get a straight answer out of, it might be an idea to let all my friends have access to my blog, previously the address was a badly kept secret. However, now all my friends know it, so I'll be keeping my entries a little more politically correct. No more talking about my sleazy sex life, mkay?
So, ah, Welcome, I guess :)
So, ah, Welcome, I guess :)
Sunday, April 20, 2008
The Gardener Diaries. Part Two
I could hardly sleep last night, thinking about the lack of composting being done in my composter. I mean it's like having a dish washer and putting your dirty dishes there but not turning it on. Or having a laptop and not using it. The lack of productivity is just heinous.
Olive woke me up this morning at nine o'clock, making a sound like a food processor for reasons unknown. But enough of this, to the point.
At approximately three forty, I put on my coat, welllies, outdoor headscarf and headed for the door.
Now my plan was to empty the composter of the little detritus it contained, dig up the earth and replant it, before refilling it with it's contents, cursing the gardener the whole time. The first problem I encountered was lack of shovel.
The Lack of Shovel Problem
Basically, lack of shovel put a bit of a hole in my plans. I could hardly dig up the earth with my little spade, nor could I effectively plant the composter.
First stop was the shed.
Or should it be: The Shed.
Otherwise known as the End Of The World For Junk We don't Want to Get Rid of. You know what I'm talking about. When you have items that you don't use and don't want to clutter up your room, they first go to the landing, then maybe to the kitchen. Sometimes they'll get shoved in a cupboard, sometimes under someone's bed. Eventually they get sent to either the loft or the shed. In my house, it's the shed.
I unlocked the door and peered in, trying to ignore thoughts of creepy spiders creeping around and maybe jumping on my head and creeping around there, and instead very quickly did a search for a shovel. None was apparent. I braved the shed for a few more seconds, before turning tail.
I know, I showed cowardice in the face of danger. If this was Lord of the Rings, I would have been all "SURE SAURON! Have the shiny ring! Just don't make me go with the creepy spiders, mkay?!"I'm fairly disgusted with myself, I can tell you.
But I still didn't have a shovel, so I had to go to get one from the neighbours, unfortunately I was obstructed by momom.
Me: I'm going next door.
momom: why?
me: to get a shovel
momom: oh no, you're not doing anything like that.
Momom was concerned for my wellbeing, thought that shovelling compost was a dangerous activity, etc. She tried to convince me to let the gardener handle it. She was SO on his side. Obviously he'd got to her first. Luckily I explained carefully (with necessary drama) the situation and she became a late convert to the Sarah V Gardener cause, becoming quite vocal and enthusiastic by the end, and let me go get the shovel.
At the neighbours house
me: Please can I borrow your shovel?
neighbour: what for? the compost?
me: I'm going to kill someone! (elderly couple walk past and stare at us, I smile manically)
neighbour: Well the shovel might dent a bit, I suggest a knife.
I did get the shovel, however.
End: Lack of Shovel Problem
So I picked up the unsteady composter and pretty much threw it away, letting the grass cuttings inside flop over. Then I set to work digging a hole to put the composter in, for added contact with the worms.
The first problem was ..well I don't know how to use a shovel. I tried stepping on it and letting it sink into the soil like they do on tv, but I wasn't heavy enough and nothing happened. Eventually I settled for bracing myself against the shed (the outside isn't scary) and pushing against the top of the shovel, and in this way managed to get it in a bit. Eventually I made something of a hole. I began to sympathise with the Gardender a little bit. I mean, I was motivated by .. justice.. really, and even I didn't dig for as long as I could have. I mean the ground was SOLID. And my back really started to hurt, and the shovel was heavy! The Gardener isn't motivated by justice, he's motivated by money to spend half the year in Australia, as is his custom, and since he wasn't being paid more for the composter, it's understandable.
Eventually the composter was buried, the compost refilled, and the shovel returned.
Phew. At least it's clear that I won.
Like to see him mess with me again.
Olive woke me up this morning at nine o'clock, making a sound like a food processor for reasons unknown. But enough of this, to the point.
At approximately three forty, I put on my coat, welllies, outdoor headscarf and headed for the door.
Now my plan was to empty the composter of the little detritus it contained, dig up the earth and replant it, before refilling it with it's contents, cursing the gardener the whole time. The first problem I encountered was lack of shovel.
The Lack of Shovel Problem
Basically, lack of shovel put a bit of a hole in my plans. I could hardly dig up the earth with my little spade, nor could I effectively plant the composter.
First stop was the shed.
Or should it be: The Shed.
Otherwise known as the End Of The World For Junk We don't Want to Get Rid of. You know what I'm talking about. When you have items that you don't use and don't want to clutter up your room, they first go to the landing, then maybe to the kitchen. Sometimes they'll get shoved in a cupboard, sometimes under someone's bed. Eventually they get sent to either the loft or the shed. In my house, it's the shed.
I unlocked the door and peered in, trying to ignore thoughts of creepy spiders creeping around and maybe jumping on my head and creeping around there, and instead very quickly did a search for a shovel. None was apparent. I braved the shed for a few more seconds, before turning tail.
I know, I showed cowardice in the face of danger. If this was Lord of the Rings, I would have been all "SURE SAURON! Have the shiny ring! Just don't make me go with the creepy spiders, mkay?!"I'm fairly disgusted with myself, I can tell you.
But I still didn't have a shovel, so I had to go to get one from the neighbours, unfortunately I was obstructed by momom.
Me: I'm going next door.
momom: why?
me: to get a shovel
momom: oh no, you're not doing anything like that.
Momom was concerned for my wellbeing, thought that shovelling compost was a dangerous activity, etc. She tried to convince me to let the gardener handle it. She was SO on his side. Obviously he'd got to her first. Luckily I explained carefully (with necessary drama) the situation and she became a late convert to the Sarah V Gardener cause, becoming quite vocal and enthusiastic by the end, and let me go get the shovel.
At the neighbours house
me: Please can I borrow your shovel?
neighbour: what for? the compost?
me: I'm going to kill someone! (elderly couple walk past and stare at us, I smile manically)
neighbour: Well the shovel might dent a bit, I suggest a knife.
I did get the shovel, however.
End: Lack of Shovel Problem
So I picked up the unsteady composter and pretty much threw it away, letting the grass cuttings inside flop over. Then I set to work digging a hole to put the composter in, for added contact with the worms.
The first problem was ..well I don't know how to use a shovel. I tried stepping on it and letting it sink into the soil like they do on tv, but I wasn't heavy enough and nothing happened. Eventually I settled for bracing myself against the shed (the outside isn't scary) and pushing against the top of the shovel, and in this way managed to get it in a bit. Eventually I made something of a hole. I began to sympathise with the Gardender a little bit. I mean, I was motivated by .. justice.. really, and even I didn't dig for as long as I could have. I mean the ground was SOLID. And my back really started to hurt, and the shovel was heavy! The Gardener isn't motivated by justice, he's motivated by money to spend half the year in Australia, as is his custom, and since he wasn't being paid more for the composter, it's understandable.
Eventually the composter was buried, the compost refilled, and the shovel returned.
Phew. At least it's clear that I won.
Like to see him mess with me again.
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