Now I am a daydreamer, floating on my cloud...

Mood okay
Wearing manky jeans, green and navy rugby shirt
Eating/Drinking nowt
Hearing steve - Daydreamer (Piano version)
Dreamt about nowt.
Currently reading The Beach - Alex Garland; Five People you Meet in Heaven - Mike Albom; Diving In - Kate Cann
Present MSN name So many men; so few bullets.
Talking to Zippy, Ed
Last text from Bone.
Word of the Day meh

I haven't done a lot today. I rode my bike to the library, and since I couldn't leave it lying around without a lock, in plain sight, I hid it in my grandfolk's garden.
I requested my books, I got a couple of DVDs out and got a book. I went back to my g-folk's and found my bike was gone, but I wasn't worried, cos I expected they had just moved it.
They had. My uncle was there and was bloody unpleasant about me leaving my bike there. So I wanted to leave, but couldn't cos my grandad told me to stay a bit, and I couldn't very well say no. I stayed half an hour and then left. On the way back this idiot pipped at me for no reason and overtook me, whilst shouting something at me (though I have no idea what, cos I was listening to my mp3 player) so I stuck my middle finger up at him, shouted 'Fuck you,' and pedalled on.

Anyway, got home, didn't do a lot. Then went to town with my folks. Left them and went around doing my own thing. Went into a Forbidden Planet which is a really lame store full of comics and stuff like that. So just to pass the time, I went looking for the CSI comics. I couldn't see them so I asked this really gorgeous guy at the till if they sell the comics. He says yes, and goes to find them for me. I have a quick look at them and like the sad case that I am, get my wallet out and start paying for them. So I casually ask if they do past issues and he says yes and mentions something about saving money. Then he sends some dude out into the back to get me some more comics.
When the guy comes back he has two CSI comics and one CSI Miami comic (for the record, I hate CSI Miami). He tells me I can have all three for £1. 'Not bad, aye?' I think, and hand over £6 for all five comics.
Come out of the shop all smily and pathetic.

Anyway, not a lot else happened today.
Meh.

Btw, I love Neil. I can't wait until I see steve again. It's gonna be great! I doubt Ellie'll want to go with me to see them though, who else'd want to come with me? A festival with loads of Christan bands (AND TIM HUGHES IS GOING TO BE THERE!!), I'll enjoy it, but I doubt anyone else I know would. :(

'Would you like a bigger breast protector?' 'No.'

Mood okay
Wearing manky jeans, Bench tee
Eating/Drinking milk
Hearing Daft Punk - Veridis Quo
Dreamt about nowt.
Currently reading The Beach - Alex Garland; Five People you Meet in Heaven - Mike Albom; Diving In - Kate Cann
Present MSN name Believing the lie that time will heal all wounds -- which is just a nice way of saying that time deadens us.
Talking to Herry, Steph
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day meh

I love Daft Punk. I really do. I'm not a fan of Anime but the film I was watching last night (Interstella 5555) was surprisingly good, for saying, it's a) anime, b) futuristic and c) has no speech in it at all.
But trust me, that's gonna be the first and last time I ever watch any anime again (except this film, I'm keeping it).

Anyway, first day of holidays and there's already nothing to do. Or rather, nothing I want to do. I've gotta tidy my room at some point. It's a total cess pit. At some point in my room you actually have to wade kneedeep through stuff.
Plus, I keep losing things (mainly keys and phone, so it'd help if my room was tidy so I didn't panic so much about these things.)
Also, if my room was tidy I might feel more incline to invite people over - but y'know, it doesn't matter how much I like the person I'm inviting, I don't like people coming here - mainly cos it's so frickin' boring and we'll be half eaten alive by cats.

My mum's back in obsessive mode about these kittens again. I don't think she's gonna be around much over the summer hols cos she'll be busy with them once they're born.
I'm quite looking forward to getting them. If we get enough I can name one. I think Oscar'll be happy too, he likes playing 'dad' to them.
I just don't like pregnant cat (Solo) wandering around; it's... erm... freaky. But only cos there're things living inside her!

Meh.

I need to go to the library again today to request about 40 more books (no kidding - it's why they hate me there. I force them to actually do their job), and then I need to go to town to get my new wrist support thing before fencing on Thursday (it is actually gonna be on this Thursday, so I'm not gonna feel like a total twat wandering around in my little breeches through where ever.
I'm looking forward to it, actually, as always. I have my lamé that I bought from eBay, now, so I can do some electric fencing.
Heh. It's funny, everytime I come fencing these days I've got a new piece of kit. Mick can't understand it, cos he isn't the one buying it (I can get discounts using his coach's discount thingy). But anyway. I've only got a few more things to get. A chest 'tector/barbie boobs/Xena bra, two electric foils, two electric épées, a bag, a complete repair kit, two foil body wires, two épée body wires and finally a new plastron (I need a 800N one before I can go to Opens.)
It's bloody expensive though, fencing, that is. Buying all the kit, membership to both the BFA and my club (and eventually another club once I've got myself a job) and then subs fees for the club.
All in all, I've spent several hundreds of pounds on it, and several more to come. And I've only been fencing nearly 2 years.

So, let me bore you and tell you about all that. (Going by current Leon Paul prices):
- my jacket: £85.90
- my breeches: £49.90
- my lamé: £69.98
- my mask (with added contour fit): £59.80
- my socks x2: £19.98
- my glove: £18.49
- my plastron: £18.99
- my shoes: £105

But I haven't paid all that. No, no. That's a grand total of £428.04. Do you think I have that kinda money? No. My kit cost:

- my jacket: £50
- my breeches: £35.90
- my lamé: £29
- my mask: £62 (I had to pay for the p+p on that one)
- my socks: £9.99 + ?
- my plastron: £18.99
- my glove: £18.49
- my shoes: £105

Still though, that's about £330. And then all the rest of the kit that I need will cost a further £420 or so. Meh.

Probably will go down to Leon Paul again in the summer hols. 'Twas funny the first time I went. Barry, (I'm assuming it was Barry) asked my in this really pervy voice, 'Would you like a bigger breast protector?' In this slightly leering way. It was when I was trying on jackets, and needed to try on a 'tector too so I could get the sizing right for the jackets.
And last time I went, for my breeches, the lady was kinda checking if the breeches fit on me. Was a little unnerving, cos you don't expect people selling you things to check if they actually fit by actually touching/measuring you. I suppose it's good that they treat you like they're an outfitter's. They really love what they do there.
Still, made me laugh.

Anyway, I'd best be off. Away laughing on a fast camel, maybe not. Just off.