Away laughing on a fast camel.
Mood v. tired (am also v. ill)
Wearing pjs & dressing gown
Eating/Drinking milk
Hearing None
Dreamt about nothing. Am too tired to dream, atm.
Present MSN name Like I always say, there's no 'I' in team. There's a 'me,' though, if you jumble it up... (Unbearable - TPtB are bastards! :@)
Talking to Ed, Matt & Flo.
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day Onesie
I came back from Belgium/Paris yesterday and have had one really boring day of recovering today.
I don't really know if I can be bothered to write about everything that happened in Begium & Paris right now. I kinda just want to die.
Basically, I got annoyed with possibly everything when I was on the trip.
Hannah S was throwing herself at Jimbob who looked quite scared throughout the whole trip (and I was severely pissed off at her that she only did this after she found out about my possible crush on him. Damn her.)
Hannah T had problems with Rob and finally they started going out somewhere between the end of Belgium and the start of Paris.
And Steph…? Grrr… no.
Theo was really nice to me though, and he was really evil to Hannah S, so I was quite happy about that.
But I guess I’m just trying to avoid what happened on the trip. Here goes:
We have a rather long and quite painful coach ride up to Belgium. I noticed that the buildings in Belgium are really stark and clean. I found this oddly admirable.
Anyway, we get to the youth hostel (and I’ve got to say, it looked quite nice) and we take our bags inside and dump them in the foyer.
We then have to go to this meeting room just off from the foyer – where we’re apparently going to eat.
I had to go and sit with a bunch of lame-o year elevens because there was no room with my mates.
That pissed me off. But that was pathetic in comparison of what was to come. The year elevens didn’t talk to me, however they had little joke amongst themselves which made me laugh (a little too much, so they must’ve thought I was weird). I so hate it when you laugh at something with a few people and then they stop. But you still find it funny, so you carry on laughing (or at least have the desire to carry on) but you can’t…
This guy, Deiter, came to talk to us. Ohmygosh, that was so funny. ‘What is so funny, you want to tell my in Deutsch/Dutch?’ Hehe, people were taking the piss out of him for days afterwards.
The other things that annoyed me at this dinner were that I had to sit on the left of someone, and a moth came in. Yes. A moth. In February. Yes. I nearly cried like it was The Omen or something…
Anyway, we get the food in and it was: Complete. And. Utter. Shite. Really.
It made me laugh so much though, because the soup was supposedly onion with noodles and veg, but it had chicken stock in it too (with the vegetarians weren’t happy with). My soup had exactly one noodle in and one piece of carrot. I had to excuse myself to the toilet to laugh.
Then the second course was: really soggy chips and half a greasy chicken. That too was funny. The vegetarians hated that too – that so many chickens were laying dead on our plates.
There was a salad bowl (with really dry vegetables in) in the center of the table – so I just ate the grated carrot from that.
The next day was no better, we had soggy chips again and a really manky sausage. Hehe, that sounded funny.
Gosh, I don’t even know the word to describe that sausage. But it was so funny, and this time, because I was sitting with my friends, I just went away laughing on a fast camel.
Anyway, again; my meal was just the grated carrot. I have never felt so hungry before.
There were stupid charges and fees and fines (or whatever shit) for just about everything. If we didn’t make out bed up properly then we’d have to pay 15 euros for cleaning. I thought that was kinda stupid, cos since when did washing sheets cost you 15 euros?
Anyway. I keep getting side tracked. The actual visits during the trip were lame. The cemeteries were pretty much boring and the museums definitely were. But the first museum, to give it its due, was just good. But once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ‘em all.
I felt just bad about the soldiers. Especially the Germans. The English soldiers at least had a perfect white graveyard with perfect white stones on a hill where the sun shone off them like some sort of victorious beacon. And the Germans? They had a mass grave (of about roughly 35,000 people) in some corner out of sight in the village surrounded by trees. Really enclosed. Like the Belgians hated the mere sight of it.
Okay, the Germans were supposedly evil. Yes, fine. But even Germans are still people. (Except possibly Annette. But that's understandable. She is an orthodontist. It totally figures.)
And what I hate about war is that people are treated only as cannon fodder. War is pointless; I don’t see how killing people from your country actually solves anything. Either way, your country will still lose out. So there is no point.
But as for people being used as cannon fodder… that saddens me. These people have families, memories… they were children once. They hade hopes and dreams… and then they were killed. For what? For no good reason, I tell you.
If my country was at war again (properly like the World Wars) I would be a Conscientious Objector. I don’t even care about what people would think. I just cannot agree with war. There is no excuse. I have the same views about paedophilia, rape & domestic abuse. There’s no excuse for any of them. Find a reason, and I’ll bat them down. And then stamp on it. There’s no bloody good reason why.
Anyhoo, on a lighter note, we get to Paris and we stay in a pretty nice hotel. I don’t know why there was such a difference in quality between the two places where we stayed. I just don’t get it. Meh.
Food was nice. Beds were okay. Rooms were nice. Everything was nice enough. I kept to myself pretty much and didn’t do a lot.
We went on a boat trip on the Seine which sucked. We saw loads of really pointless things like the oldest hospital in Paris (‘Wow! I’ve always wanted to see that!’ Like hell, dumbass!).
All the good stuff had scaffolding all over them so it kinda ruined the effect… like with Notre Dame, that would have been breath-taking if it hadn’t have had the scaffolding…
And, after the boat trip we didn’t get to see the Eiffel Tower up close or go up on anything. That was disappointing.
We went shopping, which was quite dire because the Hannahs and Steph just kept wandering off so anything I wanted to do just didn’t get done.
An utterly hilarious part of the Paris shopping bit was when (as a whole group) we went into this tiny little Parisian boutique. The assistant guy told us when we started looking at the clothes to ‘Look. Don’t touch.’ We thought that was quite lame and we didn’t know why he told uses to do that. Then we looked at the price tags. And then everything fell into place. I just ask you, why would anyone pay 700 euros for a nasty mustard yellow leather jacket with some unheard of designer name on the label on the inside of the coat??
Miss Stewart told us after we came out and told her about it to go straight back in and unfold all their jumpers. Believe me, that was so funny it was unbelievable. It still makes me smile now.
But, enough of the past. As Catherine [Marg Helgenberger] once said on CSI, ‘Never look back. Never regret. That’s how I live my life.’ I mean; I don’t. But it sounds pretty cool. ;)
So, right now? What am I doing? Not a lot. Drinking milk and feeling sorry for myself and talking to the boys.
By now Flo has actually gone offline, but I can’t be bothered to change that up there somewhere ^.
I love talking to my boys, Little Matt and Little Ed. They’re both so sweet.
I reckon that although I’ve never met them, they’d have to be my best boy mates. I can tell them basically anything – and they actually love me for who I am, evil mood swings ‘n’ all. Fabulous!
There were times when we weren’t so close though. I met Matt first on AG and we were friends, but not close. And I met Ed through a friend on AG.
(Damn, I miss AG. Those were the days… *sigh* I met so many cool people through it)
Matt and I talked about kinda superficial things up until about 2 and a half years ago when AG shut down and we moved onto MSN. Leah fell in love with him and finally we started talking about real things. Ed and I, on the other hand were only just starting out.
But it was only last year sometime that Matt and I (after a long time of not talking) finally had the longest and coolest talk about anything and everything and then our friendship really took off.
Ed and I? Well, that was gradual. But we haven’t looked back.
And now, as I reflect on my friendships with the two, they do feel different somehow. Matt is the type of guy who I can have a real laugh with but he’s lovely too. And Ed; I think that’s a little more complicated somehow. Not sure why, because I’m just as close to both of them and I have no preferences to either.
I think he’s a little more closed off than Matt; he’s a little more introverted like he spends more time in his mental and emotional rooms than his physical. (See: Sink or Swim by Kate Cann)
Though, however that came out, neither are stupid nor shallow. (Just to make my point clear.)
Oooh. I was talking Ed about sporks and I have finally found out why we call Sophia Curtis [Louise Lombard] the spork.
I found this post on my beloved yourtaxdollarsatwork.org forums:
>>
QUOTE
Ok, I have to ask...where did the name Spork come from??
Ahh yes. I love this history...After the airing of that HORRIBLE episode Formalities (AKA. Lame-Ass-episode- that-was-mainly-a-platform-to-introduce-Sofia-Plot Device-Curtis) we GSR fans became repulsed by Sporkie.
Most of us on the board would say, "Blaugh, just seeing her shamelessly flirt with Grissom. Gag me with a spoon!!" Well, some one brilliant here, I think it was Mystery who coined the phrase, "Gag me with a spork" because the word sounds so similar to the name Sofia, and as well, if you think about it, her character is about as vital and poignant as a spork utensil at your local KFC. (Which btw, NEVER EAT THERE ) The creation of the spork utensil itself is so ridiculous and laughable that we fans couldn't help but make the connection of this weak utensil to this lame assed character.
<<>>
I think TPtB have just decided this for Season 5 (as someone wrote on the forum): Let's tease y'all with Grissom (anvil) and Sara interaction (anvil) for the whole season (anvil) and then...devote the meat of the season finale to Cath and Warrick and leave you to wait! For a whole other season (anvil)! Or...maybe two! Bwahahahahaahaha. And you thought the Spork was going to be the big roadblock. Bwaaahahhahahahaha.
<<>>
They split up the teams.
They're trying to sink our ship
They introduced the Spork
They made Grissom actually LIKE the Spork
Hodges is now a main character (but that's not so bad)
<<
Oh please S. S. Geeklove. Where are you now? You were only here a couple of weeks ago. Where for art thou?
I’d better be off before I go crazy.
Onesie. Ewww.
Wearing pjs & dressing gown
Eating/Drinking milk
Hearing None
Dreamt about nothing. Am too tired to dream, atm.
Present MSN name Like I always say, there's no 'I' in team. There's a 'me,' though, if you jumble it up... (Unbearable - TPtB are bastards! :@)
Talking to Ed, Matt & Flo.
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day Onesie
I came back from Belgium/Paris yesterday and have had one really boring day of recovering today.
I don't really know if I can be bothered to write about everything that happened in Begium & Paris right now. I kinda just want to die.
Basically, I got annoyed with possibly everything when I was on the trip.
Hannah S was throwing herself at Jimbob who looked quite scared throughout the whole trip (and I was severely pissed off at her that she only did this after she found out about my possible crush on him. Damn her.)
Hannah T had problems with Rob and finally they started going out somewhere between the end of Belgium and the start of Paris.
And Steph…? Grrr… no.
Theo was really nice to me though, and he was really evil to Hannah S, so I was quite happy about that.
But I guess I’m just trying to avoid what happened on the trip. Here goes:
We have a rather long and quite painful coach ride up to Belgium. I noticed that the buildings in Belgium are really stark and clean. I found this oddly admirable.
Anyway, we get to the youth hostel (and I’ve got to say, it looked quite nice) and we take our bags inside and dump them in the foyer.
We then have to go to this meeting room just off from the foyer – where we’re apparently going to eat.
I had to go and sit with a bunch of lame-o year elevens because there was no room with my mates.
That pissed me off. But that was pathetic in comparison of what was to come. The year elevens didn’t talk to me, however they had little joke amongst themselves which made me laugh (a little too much, so they must’ve thought I was weird). I so hate it when you laugh at something with a few people and then they stop. But you still find it funny, so you carry on laughing (or at least have the desire to carry on) but you can’t…
This guy, Deiter, came to talk to us. Ohmygosh, that was so funny. ‘What is so funny, you want to tell my in Deutsch/Dutch?’ Hehe, people were taking the piss out of him for days afterwards.
The other things that annoyed me at this dinner were that I had to sit on the left of someone, and a moth came in. Yes. A moth. In February. Yes. I nearly cried like it was The Omen or something…
Anyway, we get the food in and it was: Complete. And. Utter. Shite. Really.
It made me laugh so much though, because the soup was supposedly onion with noodles and veg, but it had chicken stock in it too (with the vegetarians weren’t happy with). My soup had exactly one noodle in and one piece of carrot. I had to excuse myself to the toilet to laugh.
Then the second course was: really soggy chips and half a greasy chicken. That too was funny. The vegetarians hated that too – that so many chickens were laying dead on our plates.
There was a salad bowl (with really dry vegetables in) in the center of the table – so I just ate the grated carrot from that.
The next day was no better, we had soggy chips again and a really manky sausage. Hehe, that sounded funny.
Gosh, I don’t even know the word to describe that sausage. But it was so funny, and this time, because I was sitting with my friends, I just went away laughing on a fast camel.
Anyway, again; my meal was just the grated carrot. I have never felt so hungry before.
There were stupid charges and fees and fines (or whatever shit) for just about everything. If we didn’t make out bed up properly then we’d have to pay 15 euros for cleaning. I thought that was kinda stupid, cos since when did washing sheets cost you 15 euros?
Anyway. I keep getting side tracked. The actual visits during the trip were lame. The cemeteries were pretty much boring and the museums definitely were. But the first museum, to give it its due, was just good. But once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ‘em all.
I felt just bad about the soldiers. Especially the Germans. The English soldiers at least had a perfect white graveyard with perfect white stones on a hill where the sun shone off them like some sort of victorious beacon. And the Germans? They had a mass grave (of about roughly 35,000 people) in some corner out of sight in the village surrounded by trees. Really enclosed. Like the Belgians hated the mere sight of it.
Okay, the Germans were supposedly evil. Yes, fine. But even Germans are still people. (Except possibly Annette. But that's understandable. She is an orthodontist. It totally figures.)
And what I hate about war is that people are treated only as cannon fodder. War is pointless; I don’t see how killing people from your country actually solves anything. Either way, your country will still lose out. So there is no point.
But as for people being used as cannon fodder… that saddens me. These people have families, memories… they were children once. They hade hopes and dreams… and then they were killed. For what? For no good reason, I tell you.
If my country was at war again (properly like the World Wars) I would be a Conscientious Objector. I don’t even care about what people would think. I just cannot agree with war. There is no excuse. I have the same views about paedophilia, rape & domestic abuse. There’s no excuse for any of them. Find a reason, and I’ll bat them down. And then stamp on it. There’s no bloody good reason why.
Anyhoo, on a lighter note, we get to Paris and we stay in a pretty nice hotel. I don’t know why there was such a difference in quality between the two places where we stayed. I just don’t get it. Meh.
Food was nice. Beds were okay. Rooms were nice. Everything was nice enough. I kept to myself pretty much and didn’t do a lot.
We went on a boat trip on the Seine which sucked. We saw loads of really pointless things like the oldest hospital in Paris (‘Wow! I’ve always wanted to see that!’ Like hell, dumbass!).
All the good stuff had scaffolding all over them so it kinda ruined the effect… like with Notre Dame, that would have been breath-taking if it hadn’t have had the scaffolding…
And, after the boat trip we didn’t get to see the Eiffel Tower up close or go up on anything. That was disappointing.
We went shopping, which was quite dire because the Hannahs and Steph just kept wandering off so anything I wanted to do just didn’t get done.
An utterly hilarious part of the Paris shopping bit was when (as a whole group) we went into this tiny little Parisian boutique. The assistant guy told us when we started looking at the clothes to ‘Look. Don’t touch.’ We thought that was quite lame and we didn’t know why he told uses to do that. Then we looked at the price tags. And then everything fell into place. I just ask you, why would anyone pay 700 euros for a nasty mustard yellow leather jacket with some unheard of designer name on the label on the inside of the coat??
Miss Stewart told us after we came out and told her about it to go straight back in and unfold all their jumpers. Believe me, that was so funny it was unbelievable. It still makes me smile now.
But, enough of the past. As Catherine [Marg Helgenberger] once said on CSI, ‘Never look back. Never regret. That’s how I live my life.’ I mean; I don’t. But it sounds pretty cool. ;)
So, right now? What am I doing? Not a lot. Drinking milk and feeling sorry for myself and talking to the boys.
By now Flo has actually gone offline, but I can’t be bothered to change that up there somewhere ^.
I love talking to my boys, Little Matt and Little Ed. They’re both so sweet.
I reckon that although I’ve never met them, they’d have to be my best boy mates. I can tell them basically anything – and they actually love me for who I am, evil mood swings ‘n’ all. Fabulous!
There were times when we weren’t so close though. I met Matt first on AG and we were friends, but not close. And I met Ed through a friend on AG.
(Damn, I miss AG. Those were the days… *sigh* I met so many cool people through it)
Matt and I talked about kinda superficial things up until about 2 and a half years ago when AG shut down and we moved onto MSN. Leah fell in love with him and finally we started talking about real things. Ed and I, on the other hand were only just starting out.
But it was only last year sometime that Matt and I (after a long time of not talking) finally had the longest and coolest talk about anything and everything and then our friendship really took off.
Ed and I? Well, that was gradual. But we haven’t looked back.
And now, as I reflect on my friendships with the two, they do feel different somehow. Matt is the type of guy who I can have a real laugh with but he’s lovely too. And Ed; I think that’s a little more complicated somehow. Not sure why, because I’m just as close to both of them and I have no preferences to either.
I think he’s a little more closed off than Matt; he’s a little more introverted like he spends more time in his mental and emotional rooms than his physical. (See: Sink or Swim by Kate Cann)
Though, however that came out, neither are stupid nor shallow. (Just to make my point clear.)
Oooh. I was talking Ed about sporks and I have finally found out why we call Sophia Curtis [Louise Lombard] the spork.
I found this post on my beloved yourtaxdollarsatwork.org forums:
>>
QUOTE
Ok, I have to ask...where did the name Spork come from??
Ahh yes. I love this history...After the airing of that HORRIBLE episode Formalities (AKA. Lame-Ass-episode- that-was-mainly-a-platform-to-introduce-Sofia-Plot Device-Curtis) we GSR fans became repulsed by Sporkie.
Most of us on the board would say, "Blaugh, just seeing her shamelessly flirt with Grissom. Gag me with a spoon!!" Well, some one brilliant here, I think it was Mystery who coined the phrase, "Gag me with a spork" because the word sounds so similar to the name Sofia, and as well, if you think about it, her character is about as vital and poignant as a spork utensil at your local KFC. (Which btw, NEVER EAT THERE ) The creation of the spork utensil itself is so ridiculous and laughable that we fans couldn't help but make the connection of this weak utensil to this lame assed character.
<<>>
I think TPtB have just decided this for Season 5 (as someone wrote on the forum): Let's tease y'all with Grissom (anvil) and Sara interaction (anvil) for the whole season (anvil) and then...devote the meat of the season finale to Cath and Warrick and leave you to wait! For a whole other season (anvil)! Or...maybe two! Bwahahahahaahaha. And you thought the Spork was going to be the big roadblock. Bwaaahahhahahahaha.
<<>>
They split up the teams.
They're trying to sink our ship
They introduced the Spork
They made Grissom actually LIKE the Spork
Hodges is now a main character (but that's not so bad)
<<
Oh please S. S. Geeklove. Where are you now? You were only here a couple of weeks ago. Where for art thou?
I’d better be off before I go crazy.
Onesie. Ewww.
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