Friday, May 20, 2005

Neither was the monkey (contd.) Part 5

Mood okay. But not. (part 2)
Wearing school uniform (part whatever)
Eating/Drinking Fruit Pastilles. (part 2)
Hearing Miriam Stockley - Perfect Day (part 1) [Brings back memories, this does. ;) ]
Dreamt about erm... cannae remember. (part 2)
Currently reading The Beach - Alex Garland (I never want to give this boo back, like, ever); Fire & Water - Malcolm Rose (Yeah, yeah...) (part 2)
Present MSN name Same old story, what's the use of tears? What's the use of praying if there's nobody who hears? (part 1)
Talking to Nowt (part whatever)
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day monkey (part five) but actually; 'Poncho' is today's word

Finally, it's got to part five. Won't be doing a 'parter' again. But that's basically cos I can't actually be arsed.

So why did I choose this name? Why do you care? You don't, but this is my blog, my rules, my crap. So there.

Catherine's in a foul mood, some dude pretty much said she was frigid cos she wouldn't 'fuck' him in the parking lot. But anyway, she has to come to work - to a crime scene - the bar... the same bar that she was at when she met this evil sex-slime-ball dude. Anyway, dead girly in the parking lot. Catherine pissed off.
Grissom (v. surprisingly) actually notices that she's pissed off and tries to cheer her up. 'Did you hear the one about the cop and the monkey who walk into a bar?'
'I'm not in the mood,' Catherine retorts.
'Neither was the monkey,' Grissom replies almost looking sad, with a little shake of the head. He actually sounds kinda defensive...

Anyway, just about pissed myself laughing at that. I'll see if I can put a clip up, maybe. Can I do that?

Anyway, this week? This week was crap. Since Tuesday I've been pretty pissed off. Loads of reason why, but even on here, none that I'm willing to mention. Except one, one I found out today. Greg wants to come to my fencing club.
Call me selfish (oh, why not, you want to...); fencing is my thing. I don't really know how to explain it - but everyone (to my belief) has something that their's, something which they don't want people to intrude on. I have loads of thing, but mainly - my fencing is numero uno. I know Greg's dad used to fence, but for God's sake... why my club?

Confused. Don't know why. Don't know what about. Just confused.

But, y'know what? It's Friday. I don't have to bother with Greg, or Vamp, or anything. I'm going to Ellie's dad's tomorrow, and I'm just gonna do whatever I want, just chill out and try and be vaguely human again for Monday.

Now, I'm off so I can go and look for my shoddy sports leadership book. Mrs Oversby wants it. Meh.

ETA: Found book. Got someone to clip monkey scene: http://unix.eng.ua.edu/~omaetoy/ww%20monkey.wmv Be careful with that, she's not hosting it for me and I'm leeching bandwidth... right click it and press 'save target as'. Merci.