For you avid, avid readers, you may have noticed that this is the second time since the begining of my blog that I have been ill. No doubt you are lamenting my status as you read this sad sad report of my unwellbeing, but fear not, I am hopefully on the mend.
For those of you unfamilliar with the sequence of events, let me bring you up to date.
On the 21/07/05 at approximately 0430 hours, I awoke with a blocked nose. After attempting to unblock it and failing, I returned to sweet sweet slumber.
On the 21/07/05 at approximately 0715 hours, I awoke for the second time and found my nose blocked and my throat sore. I dressed and made ready for school anyway
On the 21/07/05 at approximately 0925 hours, I found myself completely exhausted and was semi concious from this time to lunchtime
On the 21/07/05 at approximately 1225 hours, I ate my lunch and was tempararily reviatlised.
On the 21/07/05 at approximately 1350 hours, The reviatalisation wore off and I sunk into another semi concious stupor in which I vaguely remember having math and yelling at Aishwaryia.
On the 21/07/05 at approximately 1535 hours, I had to go into Sutton to buy mom a present. I found a nice moisturisaion kit, and decided to come back the next day for cake, flowers and card.
On the 21/07/05 at approximately 1710 hours I returned home to my mother. I went to sleep a couple of times before finally waking up and going on the computer.
On the 21/07/05 at approximately 2130 hours, I left the computer and went to bed. I had a fitful rest and awoke several times from crazy
On the 22/07/05 at approximately 0430 hours, I awoke, feeling dry and sore and unable to speak very well at all.
On the 22/07/05 at approximately 0735 hours, I awoke, feeling alrightish, surprisingly awake, but with a blocked nose. I attempted to go to school, but was foiled my my mother.
On the 22/07/05 at approximately 0800 hours I slept fitfully for two hours and dreamed that I was getting married..
On the 22/07/05 at approximately 1000 hours, I awoke, and felt a little sick. I called for my brother to get me some ricicles. After eating the Ricicles I felt alright, but still a bit sick. I tried to go to sleep and failed.
On the 22/07/05 at approximately 1150 hours, I spoke a little to my brother and read a bit of a book, but still felt sick. I tried to sleep, but was unable. I finally waddled to the toilet and of course threw up.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Work Expirience
Work expirience has been such a blast. I mean I could totally start working. I figure you hardly do much.
Last week I was at the Library, I kept thinking some internet dood might come and meet me, and he totally didn't! I was utterly devastated. Only because I had stayed on counter just incase, and so I had to spend the next morning in the back room unloading books which actually meant rading books so maybe I didn't get off so badly after all.
I really would like to work at the library, it's a really nice place. The problem is you see all these things, books on poetry, books on travel, and then good old fiction. Then you really want to read it, but you can't because you are working and then you think you will come back later and rad it but you never do and you end up pining away for them.
Ottakers was fun, I kept coming in late and Tim totally didn't care. I mean I did a very good job of dodging in and out of the book shelves I think, so as to not be seen but then I did get seen just as I was going into the staff room, so I was pretty much busted.
Last week I was at the Library, I kept thinking some internet dood might come and meet me, and he totally didn't! I was utterly devastated. Only because I had stayed on counter just incase, and so I had to spend the next morning in the back room unloading books which actually meant rading books so maybe I didn't get off so badly after all.
I really would like to work at the library, it's a really nice place. The problem is you see all these things, books on poetry, books on travel, and then good old fiction. Then you really want to read it, but you can't because you are working and then you think you will come back later and rad it but you never do and you end up pining away for them.
Ottakers was fun, I kept coming in late and Tim totally didn't care. I mean I did a very good job of dodging in and out of the book shelves I think, so as to not be seen but then I did get seen just as I was going into the staff room, so I was pretty much busted.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Sleep..
So..tired. Not in the sleeping way, in the exhausted way.
I hate that, you are lying there in your bed doing the yoga breathing crap and you can't sleep. I really need to wake up early tomorrow and do my spanish. Because I should be doing it now, but that's just a joke. Yeah. Like I'm going to actually do homework. Why are you all glaring at me like I should be doing something really obvious? God, you people. Anyways. So Nancy and her Mullet are reallllllly pissing me off. I don't recall why. I am being mean to Nancy, she was only a leetle mean to me at the start of the year, then again I bet she'd be near unbearable if it wasn't for Denise.
Rock on Denise.
Denise broke her toe at download. I can only imagine.
She was in a state of ecstacy, wavering between conciousness and sleep, seeing bright lights and hearing laugher, not comprehending and not caring. Listening to the steady beat of the music, sometimes louder, sometimes quieter, it didn't matter. Pushing her way through people, some friendly, fammilar, some not. Jumping, tightly pressed in the crowd, dust spirally around her in a mini tornado, jumping higher and higher, her heart in her mouth, beating wildly, until suddenly she falls down to earth with a sharp "crack."
Talk about over romancing your point.
To sum up she had fun :0 I mean Denise's idea of fun is very different to my idea of sitting around a jigsaw puzzle on a warm summer evening drinking Canada dry.
Darn, that sounds good.
*Drools ever so slightly by accident*
The script is going well, damn, I have english tomorrow and probably have to do my bloody presentation which is so not done, but I can't be arsed to get it together so it shan't ever get done.
Stupid Mrs Parks, I would take an Essay any day over stupid presentation.
Lucky Monique says: "Tomorrow I am going to be ill" So bascially she is a big fat skivery! Except without the fatness. Double the skiving and reduce the fatness et voila! Monique!
I accidentaly shrieked at Miss Bennet today, she was around, and rachel went "There's Miss Bennet" and I just screamed "WHERE?" for no apparent reason..Then I didn't hear a word she said which was mundo embarrasing. I rarely embarrass myself, but today I did.
I hate that, you are lying there in your bed doing the yoga breathing crap and you can't sleep. I really need to wake up early tomorrow and do my spanish. Because I should be doing it now, but that's just a joke. Yeah. Like I'm going to actually do homework. Why are you all glaring at me like I should be doing something really obvious? God, you people. Anyways. So Nancy and her Mullet are reallllllly pissing me off. I don't recall why. I am being mean to Nancy, she was only a leetle mean to me at the start of the year, then again I bet she'd be near unbearable if it wasn't for Denise.
Rock on Denise.
Denise broke her toe at download. I can only imagine.
She was in a state of ecstacy, wavering between conciousness and sleep, seeing bright lights and hearing laugher, not comprehending and not caring. Listening to the steady beat of the music, sometimes louder, sometimes quieter, it didn't matter. Pushing her way through people, some friendly, fammilar, some not. Jumping, tightly pressed in the crowd, dust spirally around her in a mini tornado, jumping higher and higher, her heart in her mouth, beating wildly, until suddenly she falls down to earth with a sharp "crack."
Talk about over romancing your point.
To sum up she had fun :0 I mean Denise's idea of fun is very different to my idea of sitting around a jigsaw puzzle on a warm summer evening drinking Canada dry.
Darn, that sounds good.
*Drools ever so slightly by accident*
The script is going well, damn, I have english tomorrow and probably have to do my bloody presentation which is so not done, but I can't be arsed to get it together so it shan't ever get done.
Stupid Mrs Parks, I would take an Essay any day over stupid presentation.
Lucky Monique says: "Tomorrow I am going to be ill" So bascially she is a big fat skivery! Except without the fatness. Double the skiving and reduce the fatness et voila! Monique!
I accidentaly shrieked at Miss Bennet today, she was around, and rachel went "There's Miss Bennet" and I just screamed "WHERE?" for no apparent reason..Then I didn't hear a word she said which was mundo embarrasing. I rarely embarrass myself, but today I did.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
The Truth about AMERICA
Another day at school!
I had such an awesome conversation with the Dilster yesterday, it was so funny. Probably one that will go down in history and that we will talk about for many years to come.
We started to wonder what we actually liked about UE, I mean the people suck, the threads suck and yet we go back everyday. I guess it’s because we still have some friends there, and we still have a couple of threads that we always post in.
Get this, she says I am popular on UE! Hah. If anyone’s popular it’s her. I mean everyone respects her, and when she says something they always listen. I bet she’s really really smart. I mean obviously, but even smarter than that, she has such cool hobbies! Imagine, Curling! I’ve never tried it myself, but I’m sure it would be fun. We decided to try and have another convesation today, and hopefully the day after. Maybe even everyday this week!
She is the only person I can have a proper conversation with, Laura’s great and all, but on audio she kinda freezes up. The only other person I know who has a mic is Luke, and the conversation tends to fall apart.
If nothing else, I should at least become well learnt in the arts of Americans. I found out all about nickels, dimes and quarters. I also discovered that in America you only have three years of high school, freshman, sophomore, and junior. A lot of things finally make sense. Like the Meg Cabot books for one thing.
Dillums has the best accent, it’s so awesome, I’m totally jealous. Mine sounds rubbish next to hers. It’s all plain and dull, not even a little posh to give it some life, not like Luke’s. He is a little poser, I asked him for some pictures, and his pout was probably on par, if not better than Mementos. And that is something.
Anyway, then I tried to join the ugly club, and they wouldn’t let me. Fair enough, I guess I’m not ugly, but that’s no reason to keep me out of a club! And Then Luke had the audacity to say "She knows she’s not ugly, she just likes the compliments" Can you believe him!! Terrible. Terrible.
I pointed out that he likes posing so much more than me, and that he forced me to tell him how much better his hair was than mats, and then how much better it was to Kat. If that isn’t being conceited I don’t know what is.
I did my history essay in record timing, despite certain people distracting me. Shakes fist
Anyway, I managed to get it done in like, quarter of an hour, in time for me to go to bed at 11. Of course Rob had other plans. I was all in my pjs, and ready to get into bed, when my phone rings and of course, Bob doesn’t want me to sleep. He wants me to be awake all the time forever and ever and ever and then for a bit longer.
We worked on my accent a bit, until I eventually begged him to let me go to sleep. Thankfully he went to sleep too and all was well.
Until I had to wake up 6 hours later. And Silly silly minal forgot my history essay, which my stupid printer refused to print for reasons unknown. Anyway, I had to go on the computer and put it on my floppy. All very traumatic may I add.
I gave my essay to Zareen so she can do hers. I don’t know what that girl would do without me. Just as well she doesn’t have to. Anyway, if she doesn’t give it back I will be so mad I may just explode. It’s definitely a possibility.
Minal’s freaking out a tad because she was meant to do something for RE and can’t find it, she’s on my right. On my left are loads of people doing their ICT coursework. I really should make a start on that….
The mysteries of America have begun to unravel.
I had such an awesome conversation with the Dilster yesterday, it was so funny. Probably one that will go down in history and that we will talk about for many years to come.
We started to wonder what we actually liked about UE, I mean the people suck, the threads suck and yet we go back everyday. I guess it’s because we still have some friends there, and we still have a couple of threads that we always post in.
Get this, she says I am popular on UE! Hah. If anyone’s popular it’s her. I mean everyone respects her, and when she says something they always listen. I bet she’s really really smart. I mean obviously, but even smarter than that, she has such cool hobbies! Imagine, Curling! I’ve never tried it myself, but I’m sure it would be fun. We decided to try and have another convesation today, and hopefully the day after. Maybe even everyday this week!
She is the only person I can have a proper conversation with, Laura’s great and all, but on audio she kinda freezes up. The only other person I know who has a mic is Luke, and the conversation tends to fall apart.
If nothing else, I should at least become well learnt in the arts of Americans. I found out all about nickels, dimes and quarters. I also discovered that in America you only have three years of high school, freshman, sophomore, and junior. A lot of things finally make sense. Like the Meg Cabot books for one thing.
Dillums has the best accent, it’s so awesome, I’m totally jealous. Mine sounds rubbish next to hers. It’s all plain and dull, not even a little posh to give it some life, not like Luke’s. He is a little poser, I asked him for some pictures, and his pout was probably on par, if not better than Mementos. And that is something.
Anyway, then I tried to join the ugly club, and they wouldn’t let me. Fair enough, I guess I’m not ugly, but that’s no reason to keep me out of a club! And Then Luke had the audacity to say "She knows she’s not ugly, she just likes the compliments" Can you believe him!! Terrible. Terrible.
I pointed out that he likes posing so much more than me, and that he forced me to tell him how much better his hair was than mats, and then how much better it was to Kat. If that isn’t being conceited I don’t know what is.
I did my history essay in record timing, despite certain people distracting me. Shakes fist
Anyway, I managed to get it done in like, quarter of an hour, in time for me to go to bed at 11. Of course Rob had other plans. I was all in my pjs, and ready to get into bed, when my phone rings and of course, Bob doesn’t want me to sleep. He wants me to be awake all the time forever and ever and ever and then for a bit longer.
We worked on my accent a bit, until I eventually begged him to let me go to sleep. Thankfully he went to sleep too and all was well.
Until I had to wake up 6 hours later. And Silly silly minal forgot my history essay, which my stupid printer refused to print for reasons unknown. Anyway, I had to go on the computer and put it on my floppy. All very traumatic may I add.
I gave my essay to Zareen so she can do hers. I don’t know what that girl would do without me. Just as well she doesn’t have to. Anyway, if she doesn’t give it back I will be so mad I may just explode. It’s definitely a possibility.
Minal’s freaking out a tad because she was meant to do something for RE and can’t find it, she’s on my right. On my left are loads of people doing their ICT coursework. I really should make a start on that….
The mysteries of America have begun to unravel.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
EWw!!
Eww, so today, on the field, we went out for PE. It was rounders,w hich I was oh so thrilled about, but we get out, Kat and I are strolling around to irratate the preps, when we realise there is this great big dead rat on the field!
Now I'm not usually squeamish, I'm not one of those girls who scream about everything and annoy the heck out of people, but that really freaked me out.
I spent the rest of the PE lesson going, "WAhahah!!! look out!" To poor unsuspecting souls like Monique.
I should have done my history Essay before now, but I just kept putting it off. Too bad.
Anyways, at least I finished it, even if it is so late I am asleep on my feet.
Why am I writing my blog, I should be sleeping. Sent it to minal to print, awesome.
Yeah. Sleep. Good
Now I'm not usually squeamish, I'm not one of those girls who scream about everything and annoy the heck out of people, but that really freaked me out.
I spent the rest of the PE lesson going, "WAhahah!!! look out!" To poor unsuspecting souls like Monique.
I should have done my history Essay before now, but I just kept putting it off. Too bad.
Anyways, at least I finished it, even if it is so late I am asleep on my feet.
Why am I writing my blog, I should be sleeping. Sent it to minal to print, awesome.
Yeah. Sleep. Good
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Self Control Failure
So Id ecided I wouldn't read the Virgin Suicides, I would savour it, read one page every now and then, enjoy it through prolonging it. Obviously this didn't work. Not even a little. I am approx half way through the book and the thing hasn't even started! Well then again, I can't wait forever, but that is besides the point. I was meant to wait and then read the book. Sigh. I am such a weak person. I should never get addicted to anything because I wont be able to stop...
Damn Neopets. I had so much money, then it all just dissappeared! It's so unfair. Anyway, I am reading the Virgin Suicides. I have just gotted past the bit about Lux's promiscuity. It's really compelling!
Gah, it's raining outside. I mean when isn't it? It has totally been raining all day. It's like being underwater. Seriously.
My brace is killing me. The damn wire has come out and is attacking the sides of my mouth. It hurts like anything! I blame someone else. Probably the orthodontist. It really hurts! Then again, it's my fault for trying to eat a school fish finger. Seriously, the things are lead coated.
I try to soften them in vinegar.
Today was ok, I met Miss Draper, she seems pretty cool. That's what I like about our language teachers, they really are intersted in the subject, it's fun to talk to them about it. I learnt a couple of phrases and when I went on Friendsabroad.com I had got pleanty of emails. I emailed them all back, but because of the time difference they probably wont get theirs for a while. It's too bad really. Anyway, I shall reply to them tomorrow.
Yum, Jelly.
Mmm.
Finished eating Jelly. Twas as good as I imagined it.
This morning I woke up and I just knew I had had a great dream. I can't remember the damn thing though. I feel like my entire life is waking up and feeling like I have lost something. It's odd.
Must quell urge to go upstairs and read The Virgin Suicides.
Ok, I think I am stable.
Damn Neopets. I had so much money, then it all just dissappeared! It's so unfair. Anyway, I am reading the Virgin Suicides. I have just gotted past the bit about Lux's promiscuity. It's really compelling!
Gah, it's raining outside. I mean when isn't it? It has totally been raining all day. It's like being underwater. Seriously.
My brace is killing me. The damn wire has come out and is attacking the sides of my mouth. It hurts like anything! I blame someone else. Probably the orthodontist. It really hurts! Then again, it's my fault for trying to eat a school fish finger. Seriously, the things are lead coated.
I try to soften them in vinegar.
Today was ok, I met Miss Draper, she seems pretty cool. That's what I like about our language teachers, they really are intersted in the subject, it's fun to talk to them about it. I learnt a couple of phrases and when I went on Friendsabroad.com I had got pleanty of emails. I emailed them all back, but because of the time difference they probably wont get theirs for a while. It's too bad really. Anyway, I shall reply to them tomorrow.
Yum, Jelly.
Mmm.
Finished eating Jelly. Twas as good as I imagined it.
This morning I woke up and I just knew I had had a great dream. I can't remember the damn thing though. I feel like my entire life is waking up and feeling like I have lost something. It's odd.
Must quell urge to go upstairs and read The Virgin Suicides.
Ok, I think I am stable.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Sarah the Umpire
Today could have been totally awful. Actually it was pretty bad, but it could have been worse.
First thing, I get up and don't feel at all revitalised. Anyway, that's not really a point at all, I rarely feel revitalised. So I eat breakfast and then it becomes apparent I have far too much breakfast and don't stand a chance of eating it all. But I try and then I feel sick, but I still have to have my hot chocolate which my mom practically forces onto me. After this I try to quickly brush my teeth and pack my bag which I should of course have done the night before but didn't, so sue me. I finish brushing my teeth, and then feel sick. So I go to the toilet to throw up, but while I am in the toilet, mom doesn't know what I am doing so assumes I am watching TV. I could watch TV, I have no doubts that watching TV is better than regurgitation my breakfast, but I wasn't. Anyway, then I have to stuff all my things in my bag and hope. So I get to school and we have PE first thing, luckily I forge a note from my mom, I was ill and my teacher doesn't make me do the run, but she makes me change and go outside where it is so cold you wouldn't believe it and I do believe I lost several digits to the cold. Anyway, I umpired the rounders match which was ok, but as I had a sore throat from the cold I mentioned yesterday it wasn't so good. This is because Miss Steadman kept asking me to yell things like " No ball high" or " Out at first". On a regular day, no problem, with a sore throat, this poses a problem. So I yell my throat hoarse and finish PE. Could have been worse.
Next thing, I have english which should have been good, but because Mrs Parks hates us all, it was terrible. I could have sat and drawn dots on my page and had a better time. Then it was spanish which was actually quite good, except thanks to my cold, my reading was abysmal. I think everyone hates me to answering all the questions but whatever. Not like I mind. In fact it kinda makes life more interesting. Anyway, then at lunchtime, I was meant to meet Kat so that we could finish our RE. I had two lunchtimes to do it, and it was in for this afternoon, so I wait for her, because she has the information, and she doesn't come. I run all around the school looking for her but she still doesn't come, and I eventually just do it myself. With five minutes of lunch to go, I find her. She was doing her biology homework. Which was also in for this after-friggin-noon. Of course I haven't eaten, nevermind done my homework so I have to scribble it down in registration. Luckily she didn't check it. So again Could have been worse. In biology, I got attacked my tiny men in my stomach, poking my gut with pins. I don't know why they were doing this but it was very mean. It hurt. Alot
Last period I had chemistry. Kat seemed a little dead, and Mr Jones seemed intent on making us write everything ever. It was a very long hour. And I wanted to sleep after it. But no, I had to go to the Entertainer, walk to the Entertainer, to hand in my brother's application form. And guess what? It's raining. So I meet Alex, and he, Kim and I walk up in the rain. We hand in the form and I buy the Virgin Suicides which I have wanted for ages, and I also give a deposit for HPHBP. There's apparently going to be a party at midnight which should be fun.
Anyway, then I call mom, and we wait, in the rain for her to arrive. Sadly, Alex steals my umbrella so I get wet. Lucky me. Thankfully we only have to stand their for about 15 minutes before we get picked up and taken to our nice warm homes. What a heart warming tale of bravery and rain. Not to forget the teeny tiny men.
First thing, I get up and don't feel at all revitalised. Anyway, that's not really a point at all, I rarely feel revitalised. So I eat breakfast and then it becomes apparent I have far too much breakfast and don't stand a chance of eating it all. But I try and then I feel sick, but I still have to have my hot chocolate which my mom practically forces onto me. After this I try to quickly brush my teeth and pack my bag which I should of course have done the night before but didn't, so sue me. I finish brushing my teeth, and then feel sick. So I go to the toilet to throw up, but while I am in the toilet, mom doesn't know what I am doing so assumes I am watching TV. I could watch TV, I have no doubts that watching TV is better than regurgitation my breakfast, but I wasn't. Anyway, then I have to stuff all my things in my bag and hope. So I get to school and we have PE first thing, luckily I forge a note from my mom, I was ill and my teacher doesn't make me do the run, but she makes me change and go outside where it is so cold you wouldn't believe it and I do believe I lost several digits to the cold. Anyway, I umpired the rounders match which was ok, but as I had a sore throat from the cold I mentioned yesterday it wasn't so good. This is because Miss Steadman kept asking me to yell things like " No ball high" or " Out at first". On a regular day, no problem, with a sore throat, this poses a problem. So I yell my throat hoarse and finish PE. Could have been worse.
Next thing, I have english which should have been good, but because Mrs Parks hates us all, it was terrible. I could have sat and drawn dots on my page and had a better time. Then it was spanish which was actually quite good, except thanks to my cold, my reading was abysmal. I think everyone hates me to answering all the questions but whatever. Not like I mind. In fact it kinda makes life more interesting. Anyway, then at lunchtime, I was meant to meet Kat so that we could finish our RE. I had two lunchtimes to do it, and it was in for this afternoon, so I wait for her, because she has the information, and she doesn't come. I run all around the school looking for her but she still doesn't come, and I eventually just do it myself. With five minutes of lunch to go, I find her. She was doing her biology homework. Which was also in for this after-friggin-noon. Of course I haven't eaten, nevermind done my homework so I have to scribble it down in registration. Luckily she didn't check it. So again Could have been worse. In biology, I got attacked my tiny men in my stomach, poking my gut with pins. I don't know why they were doing this but it was very mean. It hurt. Alot
Last period I had chemistry. Kat seemed a little dead, and Mr Jones seemed intent on making us write everything ever. It was a very long hour. And I wanted to sleep after it. But no, I had to go to the Entertainer, walk to the Entertainer, to hand in my brother's application form. And guess what? It's raining. So I meet Alex, and he, Kim and I walk up in the rain. We hand in the form and I buy the Virgin Suicides which I have wanted for ages, and I also give a deposit for HPHBP. There's apparently going to be a party at midnight which should be fun.
Anyway, then I call mom, and we wait, in the rain for her to arrive. Sadly, Alex steals my umbrella so I get wet. Lucky me. Thankfully we only have to stand their for about 15 minutes before we get picked up and taken to our nice warm homes. What a heart warming tale of bravery and rain. Not to forget the teeny tiny men.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Being Ill
When you aren't ill, you forget what it's like to be ill. It is not nice. I dislike being ill. Thankfully, I am not very ill, but I do have a bunged up nose that makes me feel all stuffy, and it runs at the most annoying times. I also have a headache. If only I hadn't had to go to school on Friday. I would be find by now. Sigh. Life is so cruel.
Anyway, my braces insist upon giving me grief. I accidentaly bit one of the brackets off so it's irratating. I have to wear that stupid palet guard and it means I can't talk properly! You should have heard my attempt at saying "Arrive" in french. I could roll my "r"s as much as a snail can tap dance.
Ue is being such a b*tch. I mean seriously, Lizm leaves us on our own, fair enough, but then she doesn't return for what, two months? I don't blame her at all. It's the people on UE. I mean they disagree with everything. And then they say we're power hungry. It's not easy. Somedays I think of just throwing in the hat and leaving, y'know? Ue is a little too consuming.
My webcomicing is good right now, I manage to keep up with Scary Go Round, Wigu and Cat and girl. I think I'll start on Bob the Angry flower. Riaz keeps telling me to read it but I am too lazy.
I went to Lana's party on Thursday. It was uber cool. If only I hadn't been so ill at the time. Serves me right for climbing trees in the garden instead of watch CBBC.
I also joined Go club. I am so proud. I mean, I suck at it, but I can play it! And that's what's important right?
Now here is my dilema. I know this girl, let's call her "A." So last year, A and my good friend had a fall out and I didn't want anything to do with her. It was a pretty serious fall out. Except this year she hasn't got any friends and she wants to be mine. Now I would pretend last year hadn't happend, except the thing is, she drives me nuts. One of these days I am just going to shake her till she stops talking. Seriously. She makes me feel like ripping my arm off so I can have something to hit her with. So 1. not good for my blood pressure, 2. Not good for her, 3. Not good for me, I mean what if I yell at her and she says I am bullying her! The thing is, I wouldn't have to yell at her if she wasn't so in my face. If she left me alone I could pretend she didn't exist. But she has this idea I like her. I don't want to be mean. Really I don't. But It's just a lose-lose situation I guess. And then there's my party coming up which should be most awsome, but she wants in on it. I know for a fact several people wont show up if she is there including some of my best friends. So what do I do? I invite her and get a tiny turn out, also go mad with frustration and most likely slap her, or I don't and feel like a bad person.
I have such a strong concience. Sometimes I wish it would sleep for a while.
Anyway, my braces insist upon giving me grief. I accidentaly bit one of the brackets off so it's irratating. I have to wear that stupid palet guard and it means I can't talk properly! You should have heard my attempt at saying "Arrive" in french. I could roll my "r"s as much as a snail can tap dance.
Ue is being such a b*tch. I mean seriously, Lizm leaves us on our own, fair enough, but then she doesn't return for what, two months? I don't blame her at all. It's the people on UE. I mean they disagree with everything. And then they say we're power hungry. It's not easy. Somedays I think of just throwing in the hat and leaving, y'know? Ue is a little too consuming.
My webcomicing is good right now, I manage to keep up with Scary Go Round, Wigu and Cat and girl. I think I'll start on Bob the Angry flower. Riaz keeps telling me to read it but I am too lazy.
I went to Lana's party on Thursday. It was uber cool. If only I hadn't been so ill at the time. Serves me right for climbing trees in the garden instead of watch CBBC.
I also joined Go club. I am so proud. I mean, I suck at it, but I can play it! And that's what's important right?
Now here is my dilema. I know this girl, let's call her "A." So last year, A and my good friend had a fall out and I didn't want anything to do with her. It was a pretty serious fall out. Except this year she hasn't got any friends and she wants to be mine. Now I would pretend last year hadn't happend, except the thing is, she drives me nuts. One of these days I am just going to shake her till she stops talking. Seriously. She makes me feel like ripping my arm off so I can have something to hit her with. So 1. not good for my blood pressure, 2. Not good for her, 3. Not good for me, I mean what if I yell at her and she says I am bullying her! The thing is, I wouldn't have to yell at her if she wasn't so in my face. If she left me alone I could pretend she didn't exist. But she has this idea I like her. I don't want to be mean. Really I don't. But It's just a lose-lose situation I guess. And then there's my party coming up which should be most awsome, but she wants in on it. I know for a fact several people wont show up if she is there including some of my best friends. So what do I do? I invite her and get a tiny turn out, also go mad with frustration and most likely slap her, or I don't and feel like a bad person.
I have such a strong concience. Sometimes I wish it would sleep for a while.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Mr Brightside
I am totally addicted to that song, though I would never admit that to the world. The killers are now mainstream indie, too mainstream for hardcore indie people like myself of course.
So the Killers are out, or at lest a closely guarded secret between myself, and the rest of the internet.
Anyways, So trying to get back into the musak scene. Not as easy as it looks, my bets are on Bloc Party. They look awsome, and their drummer is amazingly unconcerned.
Anyways, I am planning for the anti prom thing, should be a hellovalot more fun than spending a night in a room full of people I loathe. And paying £30 to do so! Not to mention the dress. That I wouldn't be wearing. Not that I wouldn't look awsome in a dress. It's just not my thing. Very impractical!
So basically I don't wanna go to the prom. What's the poitn? Why woudl I wanna watch my friends get drunk. On second thoughts, I'm definitly going. With a camera.
Hehe.
Anyways, So Centre parks soon. I am looking forward to it, shoiuld be uber. Packed today, coudln't really do anything else with my tooth! I got two extracted and I can't really do much. They gave me a ridiculous amount of anesthetic which I am of course grateful for, but I coudln't smile for absolutely ages. It was rather funny
Except not in the smiling way
Agrg, just got up and I have a headache. Great. Not surprising considering the amount of blood I have swallowed.. REmind me never to become a vampire, how can they enjoy that stuff?
So the Killers are out, or at lest a closely guarded secret between myself, and the rest of the internet.
Anyways, So trying to get back into the musak scene. Not as easy as it looks, my bets are on Bloc Party. They look awsome, and their drummer is amazingly unconcerned.
Anyways, I am planning for the anti prom thing, should be a hellovalot more fun than spending a night in a room full of people I loathe. And paying £30 to do so! Not to mention the dress. That I wouldn't be wearing. Not that I wouldn't look awsome in a dress. It's just not my thing. Very impractical!
So basically I don't wanna go to the prom. What's the poitn? Why woudl I wanna watch my friends get drunk. On second thoughts, I'm definitly going. With a camera.
Hehe.
Anyways, So Centre parks soon. I am looking forward to it, shoiuld be uber. Packed today, coudln't really do anything else with my tooth! I got two extracted and I can't really do much. They gave me a ridiculous amount of anesthetic which I am of course grateful for, but I coudln't smile for absolutely ages. It was rather funny
Except not in the smiling way
Agrg, just got up and I have a headache. Great. Not surprising considering the amount of blood I have swallowed.. REmind me never to become a vampire, how can they enjoy that stuff?
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
i <3 life
I am amazed at how much I love my life. Right now it seems to consist of school, cards, homework and the internet. Which is no problem to me. The only problems are when Mrs Harrison is all like Yo Sarah! Watchu wearin' unda your shirt? And I'm like What up Miss H? And she's all like Nout. But you should wear a jumper even tho dey are that manky shade of blue. And I'm like Dang Yo.
Or something to the above effect.
Anyway, my life is great. I think the people on UE are a little pissed at me right now, but what? I can't have any fun? I think not. I can have just as much fun as the rest of them. And I am having it. I do feel a bit bad, but hey, it's only a joke!
I am so excited, I am going to centre parks soon with my friend and my mom! It should be awsome. We are going adventuring.
Gah, now Silv is angry with me. I don't know sometimes. I like him so much! He is like one of my best internet friends but he has been acting weird lately. Not to me, or at least not till today.
*Sigh* I hope he isn't angry for long.
Or something to the above effect.
Anyway, my life is great. I think the people on UE are a little pissed at me right now, but what? I can't have any fun? I think not. I can have just as much fun as the rest of them. And I am having it. I do feel a bit bad, but hey, it's only a joke!
I am so excited, I am going to centre parks soon with my friend and my mom! It should be awsome. We are going adventuring.
Gah, now Silv is angry with me. I don't know sometimes. I like him so much! He is like one of my best internet friends but he has been acting weird lately. Not to me, or at least not till today.
*Sigh* I hope he isn't angry for long.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Against my wishes...
...I do believe I am growing up.
for the first time in years I am completely happy with myself. I love my image, I love my life, I am satisfied with my intellect and only seek to increase it. I have repressed my bad memories so tha my life seems quite satisfactory. I have pretty much everything I want, time to think and my own space.
Wait, when I say growing up, I don't mean OMG BOYFRIENDS11!11 I mean like getting on a bit. I fear I am growing old, I had started makeing plans beyond getting married in a pretty white dress. First the dress is going to be copper. Nah, but besides that I am slightly concerned I will go through education, get married have kids and then die. To be honest, I am not keen on children. I refuse to be all I loff them, they are so cute ooga wooga I don't see the point. Kids don't really take to me so I see no reason for me to fawn over them just because I am supposed to.
I suppose that's something to do with my feminine instinct. Trouble is, I am not all that feminine. I have no hormones to speak of can't be bothered to make myself look pretty and am pretty damn lazy. It's funny considereing when I was two years younger I couldn't get enough of make up and wedding dresses. Nowdays I just don't see the point of dressing up. Whose there to impress?
for the first time in years I am completely happy with myself. I love my image, I love my life, I am satisfied with my intellect and only seek to increase it. I have repressed my bad memories so tha my life seems quite satisfactory. I have pretty much everything I want, time to think and my own space.
Wait, when I say growing up, I don't mean OMG BOYFRIENDS11!11 I mean like getting on a bit. I fear I am growing old, I had started makeing plans beyond getting married in a pretty white dress. First the dress is going to be copper. Nah, but besides that I am slightly concerned I will go through education, get married have kids and then die. To be honest, I am not keen on children. I refuse to be all I loff them, they are so cute ooga wooga I don't see the point. Kids don't really take to me so I see no reason for me to fawn over them just because I am supposed to.
I suppose that's something to do with my feminine instinct. Trouble is, I am not all that feminine. I have no hormones to speak of can't be bothered to make myself look pretty and am pretty damn lazy. It's funny considereing when I was two years younger I couldn't get enough of make up and wedding dresses. Nowdays I just don't see the point of dressing up. Whose there to impress?
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
My life
It has occured to me that my life is one big internet.
Ok, the situation used to be ok. I used to go on the internet for a hilw after 6 o'clock, then get off it by 9 and go to bed. Nowadays though, I go on at 4ish, and get off past 10.
Which is worse, I woke up at five this morning so that I could talk to Loopy on msn and update my blog.
The thing with the internet, is you always feel like you have something to do on it, like you have an urge to go on it, but then when you get there, you feel like you have nothing to do, but in the same way are really relucatant to go offline. In fact, I can sit at teh computer for ages waiting for someone to post, and even if no one has or is likely to in the next hour, when my mom calls me to eat I postpone as long as possible.
Heck This is proof in itself. It's 8AM and I am on the computer. In ten minuites I have to go to school.
At least I am not alone. Loopy is here with me, which makes her just as addicted as me, if not more because yesterday she decided tot alk to me while wearing a towel.
The thing is, how can I remember anythig if all my time is spent doing the same thing?
Wont all my memories blur into one big blob of websites and comics?
Oh well. I heart the internet
If they said you couldn't go on the computers during school time...I don't know what I would do, but I would sure as hell be angry! Anger I tell you!
Oh yeah, they would pay. I can imagine a whole lot of people would be angry
Ok, lets take a review of the day.
First period, PE theory, this should be ok, provided Charlotte is there
Second period, tutorial, this should be funny, I'll be with my other friends!
Third period, RE, *groan* I loathe RE so that will be one long hour, but its ok because after that is DINNER! which means I can visit the internet again.
Fourth period, history which is great. I love history, tis my favourite subject. In case you were not sure whether I was a geek or not, I think that clinched it for you.
Fifth period, Spanish, we should get our tests back. Or we wil have to finish them. I actually think I did ok.
Ok, so today doesn't actually look too bad, but it's a good thing there is that Dinner hour for computerising...
Ok, the situation used to be ok. I used to go on the internet for a hilw after 6 o'clock, then get off it by 9 and go to bed. Nowadays though, I go on at 4ish, and get off past 10.
Which is worse, I woke up at five this morning so that I could talk to Loopy on msn and update my blog.
The thing with the internet, is you always feel like you have something to do on it, like you have an urge to go on it, but then when you get there, you feel like you have nothing to do, but in the same way are really relucatant to go offline. In fact, I can sit at teh computer for ages waiting for someone to post, and even if no one has or is likely to in the next hour, when my mom calls me to eat I postpone as long as possible.
Heck This is proof in itself. It's 8AM and I am on the computer. In ten minuites I have to go to school.
At least I am not alone. Loopy is here with me, which makes her just as addicted as me, if not more because yesterday she decided tot alk to me while wearing a towel.
The thing is, how can I remember anythig if all my time is spent doing the same thing?
Wont all my memories blur into one big blob of websites and comics?
Oh well. I heart the internet
If they said you couldn't go on the computers during school time...I don't know what I would do, but I would sure as hell be angry! Anger I tell you!
Oh yeah, they would pay. I can imagine a whole lot of people would be angry
Ok, lets take a review of the day.
First period, PE theory, this should be ok, provided Charlotte is there
Second period, tutorial, this should be funny, I'll be with my other friends!
Third period, RE, *groan* I loathe RE so that will be one long hour, but its ok because after that is DINNER! which means I can visit the internet again.
Fourth period, history which is great. I love history, tis my favourite subject. In case you were not sure whether I was a geek or not, I think that clinched it for you.
Fifth period, Spanish, we should get our tests back. Or we wil have to finish them. I actually think I did ok.
Ok, so today doesn't actually look too bad, but it's a good thing there is that Dinner hour for computerising...
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Softmints...The True Story
Another wonderful day in the life of Sarah. Ok, I am a bad diary lady person, I haven’t updated in days, but it’s not as if I have nothing better to do than record my life on the internet now is there? Of course not, there are games of slam to play and books to read. You see, there is so much more to my life than at first meets the eye.
Kinda
Anyway, so I am at school…still. Since Lucy and I founded the SLASTLM, (Society of leaving all science till the last minute) I have been busy. Ok not really, but in following with the tradition the club is based on, I spent all of last night doing my science work, that was of course in for today. Lucy kindly sent me hers with a humorous diagram on it. Sadly her diagram made my diagram look pitiful. Anyway, basically, her coursework kicked my coursework’s butt, so from now on the new thing on my “to do” list is of course, become Lucy.
At least my mother now realises that Lucy is in fact not a figment of my imagination, though I don’t think she would take kindly to the fact I have been staying up late at night in order to text her…Oh well, you can’t have everything in life.
Laura was upset yesterday, which of course made me sad, as I cannot help but adjust my mood to fit with the Wonderful Woman of West Yorkshire. I think that name deserves a medal to be honest. It’s great is what it is.
Oh great. I have a stomach ache, I shouldn’t have eaten all of those softmints, but they were so tasty, and minty and chewy I just couldn’t resist. The situation could be worse I suppose. I could have double chemistry next. No, I do have double chemistry next.
It could be worse, it could be physics.
Anyway, must get back to slam.
Kinda
Anyway, so I am at school…still. Since Lucy and I founded the SLASTLM, (Society of leaving all science till the last minute) I have been busy. Ok not really, but in following with the tradition the club is based on, I spent all of last night doing my science work, that was of course in for today. Lucy kindly sent me hers with a humorous diagram on it. Sadly her diagram made my diagram look pitiful. Anyway, basically, her coursework kicked my coursework’s butt, so from now on the new thing on my “to do” list is of course, become Lucy.
At least my mother now realises that Lucy is in fact not a figment of my imagination, though I don’t think she would take kindly to the fact I have been staying up late at night in order to text her…Oh well, you can’t have everything in life.
Laura was upset yesterday, which of course made me sad, as I cannot help but adjust my mood to fit with the Wonderful Woman of West Yorkshire. I think that name deserves a medal to be honest. It’s great is what it is.
Oh great. I have a stomach ache, I shouldn’t have eaten all of those softmints, but they were so tasty, and minty and chewy I just couldn’t resist. The situation could be worse I suppose. I could have double chemistry next. No, I do have double chemistry next.
It could be worse, it could be physics.
Anyway, must get back to slam.
Friday, January 07, 2005
TRAGEDY!
Yes, a terrible, terrible thing has happend, Laura, my greatest friend, soulmate and text buddy, has had her internet all broken. Can you believe it. There was hardly any reason to go on the internet except to update my blog. I have decided to dedicate this whole entry to Laura!
My friend Laura.
I met Laura AGES ago, when I first joined UE. Back when I was a newbie, and she used to post on every thread. A whole lot of it was spam might I add:p Anyway, for the longest time I didn't talk to her, she had so many posts, and was popular, but when I finally did start to talk to her, we immediately hit it off.
Yes, I have only known her on the internet, but what difference does that make really, besides, at least she still lives in the UK. When we are 18, we plan to meet up. Sooner if possible. I have a terrible fear that when we get there she will make fun of my accent and think that I am posh. Which I am not for the record. But then I suppose if she does, I have enough information on her to blackmail her to stop.
You hear that Laura? Blackmail. You have been warned.
Anyway, Laura and I have playe loads of jokes on people. At one point, we were twins, with a pony called Olive, at another point we were movie crazy posters on UE and several times we change our screennames, fonts and icons to the same thing and freak people on it multiple convos :P
Anyway so Laura is a great friend, sometimes I see a Busted poster and attempt to telepathically say to her What were you thinking? At other times Kat will say something and I will relay it to her later, but wish she had been there at the time.
I probably have an unhealthy friendship with Laura, but I do relate to her, and we are psycikly linked. How else can you explain how we were always on the internet on Saturday mornings? We changed that into our "Saturday Morning Bitching Session" We found it really set you up for the next week.
Anyway, so ends Laura's entry, I hope you are happy!
All that remains to be said, is I was finally late for history
My friend Laura.
I met Laura AGES ago, when I first joined UE. Back when I was a newbie, and she used to post on every thread. A whole lot of it was spam might I add:p Anyway, for the longest time I didn't talk to her, she had so many posts, and was popular, but when I finally did start to talk to her, we immediately hit it off.
Yes, I have only known her on the internet, but what difference does that make really, besides, at least she still lives in the UK. When we are 18, we plan to meet up. Sooner if possible. I have a terrible fear that when we get there she will make fun of my accent and think that I am posh. Which I am not for the record. But then I suppose if she does, I have enough information on her to blackmail her to stop.
You hear that Laura? Blackmail. You have been warned.
Anyway, Laura and I have playe loads of jokes on people. At one point, we were twins, with a pony called Olive, at another point we were movie crazy posters on UE and several times we change our screennames, fonts and icons to the same thing and freak people on it multiple convos :P
Anyway so Laura is a great friend, sometimes I see a Busted poster and attempt to telepathically say to her What were you thinking? At other times Kat will say something and I will relay it to her later, but wish she had been there at the time.
I probably have an unhealthy friendship with Laura, but I do relate to her, and we are psycikly linked. How else can you explain how we were always on the internet on Saturday mornings? We changed that into our "Saturday Morning Bitching Session" We found it really set you up for the next week.
Anyway, so ends Laura's entry, I hope you are happy!
All that remains to be said, is I was finally late for history
Thursday, January 06, 2005
The Truth About History
Everytime I have history, I find myself the last one in the classroom, as though I am dragging out the time in which I have to get to the lesson. I normally find I have it after lunch and I am the only memeber of my peer group, one of two members of my class who have that lesson. I try to get there late, I hate the people in that class. My history class is the worst class, at least in other lessons people just leave me alone, but in History I find myself surrounded by really annoying people who should have better things to do than bother me, but for some reason don't.
It's not like I don't have any friends, but more that I don't have any friends in that particular class. I probably could have made friends, I know why I haven't made friends, I''ll get on to that.
Anyway, so I drag my feet and take the long way to the other side of the school, room 39 where I have History with Mrs Dobson. I wonder why I hate going to history. I love the subject, I like my teacher, I make striaght A's and yet I hate going. It's probably something to do with that friends thing again. It's not that the people in my history class dislike me. I am sure most of them hold me in mild disdain, and have n o idea of my loathing towards them. I hope it stays that way. I am in a class of people who can make my life very difficult if they wish to.
It's an awkward position if you ask me, spending an hour in a class full of the kind of people I hate. Then again, you would think if I hate them so much, they would stay away from me.
History would be AWSOME if they would stay away from me, But no, something about me fascinates them, if only they would just stay away. Funnily enough, the best history lesson I have ever had was when my partener was away, so I didn't have to pretend to listen to her idiotic babble and nod and smile encouragingly, acting as though I give a damn. To be hoenst, I don't really care if Jess pushed Jenny in the dinning hall. Nor do I care that Bobby isn't paying enough attentiong to Danniel. I do, surprisingly enough care how millions of soldiers around the world lost their lives in a war that lasted 4 years and left countries in tatters and account for the present day situations we live in.
And that brings me nicely to the reason I don't have any friends in my history class. Yesterday we were discussing the treaty of Versailles. When I say we, I mean me and the teacher, as the rest of the class were too interested in the personal stero that was being passed around. We had been given numbers representing the big three and put into groups. Somehow I found myself being Woodrow Wilson, Georges Clemenceau and Lloyd George. I don't really see how that happend, but I think it had something to do with the pity I was feeling towards the teacher. I mean in a class of 30, why can't one student give a basic outline of Woodrow's 14 points, or give a reason that Lloyd George didn't want to punish Germany too badly. Anyway, that is how I ended up discussing how the first world war ended and it's affect on the world with my teacher. This is probably one of many reasons that my class hates me. I mean, I have no right to be interested in work do I? It goes against everything they believe in.
Dammit, it's the end of dinner hour. I also don't think that my friends are swallowing th, I have courswork to do, that's why I have to go to the computer room. Sooner or later they are going to figure out that it actually means I don't want to spend another minute listening to you whiny drivel. Wow, I actually have replaced real people with the internet.
Ah well, the internet is more reliable, and always smiles.
Anyway to conclude No matter what I do, No matter how hard I try, I somehow always end up early to history. Somehow.
It's not like I don't have any friends, but more that I don't have any friends in that particular class. I probably could have made friends, I know why I haven't made friends, I''ll get on to that.
Anyway, so I drag my feet and take the long way to the other side of the school, room 39 where I have History with Mrs Dobson. I wonder why I hate going to history. I love the subject, I like my teacher, I make striaght A's and yet I hate going. It's probably something to do with that friends thing again. It's not that the people in my history class dislike me. I am sure most of them hold me in mild disdain, and have n o idea of my loathing towards them. I hope it stays that way. I am in a class of people who can make my life very difficult if they wish to.
It's an awkward position if you ask me, spending an hour in a class full of the kind of people I hate. Then again, you would think if I hate them so much, they would stay away from me.
History would be AWSOME if they would stay away from me, But no, something about me fascinates them, if only they would just stay away. Funnily enough, the best history lesson I have ever had was when my partener was away, so I didn't have to pretend to listen to her idiotic babble and nod and smile encouragingly, acting as though I give a damn. To be hoenst, I don't really care if Jess pushed Jenny in the dinning hall. Nor do I care that Bobby isn't paying enough attentiong to Danniel. I do, surprisingly enough care how millions of soldiers around the world lost their lives in a war that lasted 4 years and left countries in tatters and account for the present day situations we live in.
And that brings me nicely to the reason I don't have any friends in my history class. Yesterday we were discussing the treaty of Versailles. When I say we, I mean me and the teacher, as the rest of the class were too interested in the personal stero that was being passed around. We had been given numbers representing the big three and put into groups. Somehow I found myself being Woodrow Wilson, Georges Clemenceau and Lloyd George. I don't really see how that happend, but I think it had something to do with the pity I was feeling towards the teacher. I mean in a class of 30, why can't one student give a basic outline of Woodrow's 14 points, or give a reason that Lloyd George didn't want to punish Germany too badly. Anyway, that is how I ended up discussing how the first world war ended and it's affect on the world with my teacher. This is probably one of many reasons that my class hates me. I mean, I have no right to be interested in work do I? It goes against everything they believe in.
Dammit, it's the end of dinner hour. I also don't think that my friends are swallowing th, I have courswork to do, that's why I have to go to the computer room. Sooner or later they are going to figure out that it actually means I don't want to spend another minute listening to you whiny drivel. Wow, I actually have replaced real people with the internet.
Ah well, the internet is more reliable, and always smiles.
Anyway to conclude No matter what I do, No matter how hard I try, I somehow always end up early to history. Somehow.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
School Again
Second day back to school today. Yesterday I was really annoyed at my having to go to school, but Alex going to school and then having to go home as school was not on was definitly a highlight to my day :p
You know that feeling, just before school starts, where you feel all optomistic about working, but at the same time, you know the feeling is superficial and will pass soon. Also, my normal schoool moto of When thou art giving homework, thous should go in the internet for guidance does not coincide with these new and scary thoughts. So now I am in conflict with myself. I have an urge to focus on my work and make something of myself, countered by my urge to blow everything off and go on the internet. I wonder which of these powerful forces will win? Hm.
Also during the holiday I forgot about the problem of dinner times. My friends are very superficial and spend way too much of their time talking about other people. I thought I had cunningly solved this problem by bringing in a pack of cards, but apparently playing slam isn't a suitable pastime for young ladies. Young ladies my ass. Fuck Mrs Taylor, I felt like gambling all her money away in vegas just to spite her. No one can say she doesn't deserve it.
She so has it in for me, I am not kidding, the lady hates me. When we were rehersing for our assembly, I was like the only one who had actually found something to say, and she fucking told me off for speaking into my bleeping scarf! I was so pissed off at her. And then she totally let the idiots who were messing around off. Well fuck them all.
Uh-oh, this is getting a little angsty isn't it? Well lets tone it down.
Yesterday, when I forgot to update as I had two huge essays to do, (Thanks Garfy!) I found something funny. I was sitting on the computer and my mom came in and asked me to take some wrapping paper down from the top shelf that she couldn't reach, but new that with my aptitude for heights, I would relish the oppurtunity to jump on a few chairs. The funny thing was the way she said it. She went "Sarah" as though I was a cute dog or something, that needed to be coaxed into doing things. You know when you are trying to get a dog to come and sit on you, and you call it's name and pat your knees? I half expected her to whistle or something.
now I think about it, maybe it wasn't so much funny, as I was a walking bottle of caffeine. Yep, that's definitly it.
Grah my friends are all like, Can we go Sarah? We suck, we need to eat to stop our whining, so I suppose I have to go eat. This is lunchtime by the way, I'm at school. So I suppose I have sorted out what to do at lunchtimes huh?
You know that feeling, just before school starts, where you feel all optomistic about working, but at the same time, you know the feeling is superficial and will pass soon. Also, my normal schoool moto of When thou art giving homework, thous should go in the internet for guidance does not coincide with these new and scary thoughts. So now I am in conflict with myself. I have an urge to focus on my work and make something of myself, countered by my urge to blow everything off and go on the internet. I wonder which of these powerful forces will win? Hm.
Also during the holiday I forgot about the problem of dinner times. My friends are very superficial and spend way too much of their time talking about other people. I thought I had cunningly solved this problem by bringing in a pack of cards, but apparently playing slam isn't a suitable pastime for young ladies. Young ladies my ass. Fuck Mrs Taylor, I felt like gambling all her money away in vegas just to spite her. No one can say she doesn't deserve it.
She so has it in for me, I am not kidding, the lady hates me. When we were rehersing for our assembly, I was like the only one who had actually found something to say, and she fucking told me off for speaking into my bleeping scarf! I was so pissed off at her. And then she totally let the idiots who were messing around off. Well fuck them all.
Uh-oh, this is getting a little angsty isn't it? Well lets tone it down.
Yesterday, when I forgot to update as I had two huge essays to do, (Thanks Garfy!) I found something funny. I was sitting on the computer and my mom came in and asked me to take some wrapping paper down from the top shelf that she couldn't reach, but new that with my aptitude for heights, I would relish the oppurtunity to jump on a few chairs. The funny thing was the way she said it. She went "Sarah" as though I was a cute dog or something, that needed to be coaxed into doing things. You know when you are trying to get a dog to come and sit on you, and you call it's name and pat your knees? I half expected her to whistle or something.
now I think about it, maybe it wasn't so much funny, as I was a walking bottle of caffeine. Yep, that's definitly it.
Grah my friends are all like, Can we go Sarah? We suck, we need to eat to stop our whining, so I suppose I have to go eat. This is lunchtime by the way, I'm at school. So I suppose I have sorted out what to do at lunchtimes huh?
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Lost Beyond Hope
So I went SHOPPING with my mother, which turned into more of an adventure than I could possibly have imagined.
So we arrived there, I was well armed, I had my phone and my pack of softmints, which I am now sorry to say are missing, but I wasn't alert, and that led me to look for socks with my mother. I thought it would be ok, what's wrong with looking for socks? But then as sudden as falling over, disaster struck, and I found my self neck deep in women's lingerie! It was a nightmare.
I didn't know which way to turn.
I ran around for several moments, before collecting my wits and scanning the area by squinting through my lashes. I located a safe spot betweenthe mirror and the pyjmas where I couldn't see anything that would scar me for life. I then commenced to text my friends, I texted three of them, hoping for some guidance, perhaps they had once been in a simillar situation. But alas, out of three, only one replied, and instead of guidance, the SMS contained only jeering at my situation.
Not very mature but at least it was a distraction.
I attempted to hurry my mother, whilst staying as far away from the item's themselves as possible, but as we got to the desk, disaster struck.
The previous night, my brother had bought a picture on Ebay, which he had used mom's card for. He hadn't put her purse back in the handbag, so it was that we found ourselves in marks and sparks, trying to return a load of clothes we bought with her credit card and therefore needed her credit card to return the clothes. Thereafter we emerged from the lingerie section with £80 worth of gift vouchers.
So then we had to shop! Shop hard dammit!
Mom told me to run along and find some shoes to buy, but instead I found myself facing a fate worse than before. I was lost, lost in male lingerie! It was terrible, everywhere I looked I saw things I didn't want to see. I had wandered in somehow and now was trapped. It called for drastic action. Closing my eyes, I ran wildly and didn't stop until I felt linolium under my trainers, showing that I was back on the main walk way. I found the shoe display and a satisfactory pair of shoes, but when I showed them to my mother, she said they were too broad and we would have to go to Birmingham. I don't mind, those shoes were satisfactory, these shoes might be great!
The rest of the shopping trip was spent trying to spend the gift vouchers, it was a little pathetic if you ask me.
So we arrived there, I was well armed, I had my phone and my pack of softmints, which I am now sorry to say are missing, but I wasn't alert, and that led me to look for socks with my mother. I thought it would be ok, what's wrong with looking for socks? But then as sudden as falling over, disaster struck, and I found my self neck deep in women's lingerie! It was a nightmare.
I didn't know which way to turn.
I ran around for several moments, before collecting my wits and scanning the area by squinting through my lashes. I located a safe spot betweenthe mirror and the pyjmas where I couldn't see anything that would scar me for life. I then commenced to text my friends, I texted three of them, hoping for some guidance, perhaps they had once been in a simillar situation. But alas, out of three, only one replied, and instead of guidance, the SMS contained only jeering at my situation.
Not very mature but at least it was a distraction.
I attempted to hurry my mother, whilst staying as far away from the item's themselves as possible, but as we got to the desk, disaster struck.
The previous night, my brother had bought a picture on Ebay, which he had used mom's card for. He hadn't put her purse back in the handbag, so it was that we found ourselves in marks and sparks, trying to return a load of clothes we bought with her credit card and therefore needed her credit card to return the clothes. Thereafter we emerged from the lingerie section with £80 worth of gift vouchers.
So then we had to shop! Shop hard dammit!
Mom told me to run along and find some shoes to buy, but instead I found myself facing a fate worse than before. I was lost, lost in male lingerie! It was terrible, everywhere I looked I saw things I didn't want to see. I had wandered in somehow and now was trapped. It called for drastic action. Closing my eyes, I ran wildly and didn't stop until I felt linolium under my trainers, showing that I was back on the main walk way. I found the shoe display and a satisfactory pair of shoes, but when I showed them to my mother, she said they were too broad and we would have to go to Birmingham. I don't mind, those shoes were satisfactory, these shoes might be great!
The rest of the shopping trip was spent trying to spend the gift vouchers, it was a little pathetic if you ask me.
Wigu!
I miss Wigu, for those of you poor poor souls who don't know who wigu is, he lives here. www.wigu.com
Sadly, wigu has now finished. I am most upset. But the archives are hillarious. Anyway, the stupid thing is, I used to read wigu, then I stopped and only when I ealised it was finished, (December 31) did I start reading them again. They are totally awsome. Anyway, enough reminiscing cause half of you don't have a clue what I am on about.
I finished reading Book Two of the Echorium sequence, but I haven't started the third. I definitly got awsome presents this year! In fact, all of my presents this year were great. I didn't get any of those stupid presents that people give and then they are crap and you have to grit your teeth and think, it's the thought that counts and then put the stupid thing on your shelf where it gathers dust until you hate it so much you throw it out the window. Ahem, of course I have never done that.
Anyway, right now I am going to Sutton, to return clothers. Hopefully I can buy some more softmints :p
I am running out.
Sadly, wigu has now finished. I am most upset. But the archives are hillarious. Anyway, the stupid thing is, I used to read wigu, then I stopped and only when I ealised it was finished, (December 31) did I start reading them again. They are totally awsome. Anyway, enough reminiscing cause half of you don't have a clue what I am on about.
I finished reading Book Two of the Echorium sequence, but I haven't started the third. I definitly got awsome presents this year! In fact, all of my presents this year were great. I didn't get any of those stupid presents that people give and then they are crap and you have to grit your teeth and think, it's the thought that counts and then put the stupid thing on your shelf where it gathers dust until you hate it so much you throw it out the window. Ahem, of course I have never done that.
Anyway, right now I am going to Sutton, to return clothers. Hopefully I can buy some more softmints :p
I am running out.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
New Year!
Well everybody, we have reached 2005, it's been a good year in 2004, I got a sweater, ASOUE was released in the cinema, the Beckhams nearly broke up.
Let's look at the high lights of the year in my blog.
-I started my blog
-I got "angsty in the moment"
-I got a sweater! How could you forget?
-I was caught red handed, sleep surfing the internet
-I reviewd the year, I am doing it RIGHT NOW, though technically, seing as it is 2005 I am not doing a very good job of reviewing last year.
Wow, a lot has changed since 2004, now I'll have to start again with January when I write the date in school, plus, instead of writing 2004 at the end of it, I'll be writing 2005. Wow, massive changes going on there.
I hate January, it signifys another year, it means I'm getting older. I don't like getting older, I just don't see what there is to look forward to. It also means I have a whole 8 months of school left, I suppose September should signify I have more months of school left, but somehow that doesn't count. Probably because it's sunny in September.
It's not sunny in good for nothing January.
In my opinion, we should skip straight to February. I mean who has important fun things to do in January? We should just miss it out. All we would miss are 3 weeks of school. Oh man, that bites, I have three weeks of school coming up. And besdies, February is a great month.
ok I lie, February is an ok month, but next to January it's goddam awsome. February makes you think of spring.
Woudl you believe this, I was looking on Google image search for my sweater, I figure I'll have a look and then I'll go to H&M's website and see if it is still up, but I get there, and there is this garbage about the new Spring Collection. I haven't seen the sun for days, I can't even remember what birds look like. And they talk about Spring. Gawd, I was really pissed off. Not only because they have gotten rid of any outstanding pictures of my sweater, but just in general, that they had seen fit to announce it was Spring when it was November. Coudln't they have just had their site linking into circles or just a sign that says "This site is out of sync with the world" and that would be that.
I mean right now, it is so dark, you can't class that as Spring.
I don't really like spring anyway, it doesn't really exist. There is just winter and then in a period of a week it changes to Summer. Spring is made up so that we will all feel perkier or something. I probably wouldn't mind so much if they didn't say that Spring started months before we even see sunlight. It's a lie I tell you, a lie.
If I had it my way, the season would be as follows, Summer Autumn Winter Swinter Summer Autumn. Swinter is a season that lasts a month, giving Winter the proportion of the yare normally appointed to Spring.
I'm not going to write anything about today's activities in this entry, in case I get bored later, which I am sure I will, and feel the need to update once more.
Let's look at the high lights of the year in my blog.
-I started my blog
-I got "angsty in the moment"
-I got a sweater! How could you forget?
-I was caught red handed, sleep surfing the internet
-I reviewd the year, I am doing it RIGHT NOW, though technically, seing as it is 2005 I am not doing a very good job of reviewing last year.
Wow, a lot has changed since 2004, now I'll have to start again with January when I write the date in school, plus, instead of writing 2004 at the end of it, I'll be writing 2005. Wow, massive changes going on there.
I hate January, it signifys another year, it means I'm getting older. I don't like getting older, I just don't see what there is to look forward to. It also means I have a whole 8 months of school left, I suppose September should signify I have more months of school left, but somehow that doesn't count. Probably because it's sunny in September.
It's not sunny in good for nothing January.
In my opinion, we should skip straight to February. I mean who has important fun things to do in January? We should just miss it out. All we would miss are 3 weeks of school. Oh man, that bites, I have three weeks of school coming up. And besdies, February is a great month.
ok I lie, February is an ok month, but next to January it's goddam awsome. February makes you think of spring.
Woudl you believe this, I was looking on Google image search for my sweater, I figure I'll have a look and then I'll go to H&M's website and see if it is still up, but I get there, and there is this garbage about the new Spring Collection. I haven't seen the sun for days, I can't even remember what birds look like. And they talk about Spring. Gawd, I was really pissed off. Not only because they have gotten rid of any outstanding pictures of my sweater, but just in general, that they had seen fit to announce it was Spring when it was November. Coudln't they have just had their site linking into circles or just a sign that says "This site is out of sync with the world" and that would be that.
I mean right now, it is so dark, you can't class that as Spring.
I don't really like spring anyway, it doesn't really exist. There is just winter and then in a period of a week it changes to Summer. Spring is made up so that we will all feel perkier or something. I probably wouldn't mind so much if they didn't say that Spring started months before we even see sunlight. It's a lie I tell you, a lie.
If I had it my way, the season would be as follows, Summer Autumn Winter Swinter Summer Autumn. Swinter is a season that lasts a month, giving Winter the proportion of the yare normally appointed to Spring.
I'm not going to write anything about today's activities in this entry, in case I get bored later, which I am sure I will, and feel the need to update once more.
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