Neither did the monkey (contd.) Part 6.
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Wearing steve jacket, new Abercrombie & Fitch moose top & Levi jeans
Eating/Drinking really old chewing gum which I found in the study (in the packet). I'm thinking it's several months old... and Heineken
Hearing James Blunt - Here we go again
Dreamt about I was smoking. Again. Addictd, or so it seemed. I have no idea why I keep dreaming about me smoking.
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Word of the Day monkey (part 6)
I love the monkeys. I don't quite know why I brought back Neither did the monkey, but I did.
But anyway. I'm pointing out the obvious.
What's new with me? Oh, the chewing gum is a little rank. I'm not going to eat it any further...
Anyway, I went to Nottingham-land on Saturday. We (my pa and I) went to the Soul Survivor Roadshow at St. Nic's church. I went in and thought that it must be the wrong place, as the place was tiny! I'm talking half the size of the main hall at Littleover Methodist - tiny.
Anyway, got in and sat in front of one of the pillars listening to Tim Hughes from the main speaker and James Blunt from my mp3 player. My dad had gone to park the car so I had pretty much nothing to do or anyone to talk to. I noticed a crowd of girls sitting by the other front pillar but they didn't see me so I turned away and sighed, already bored.
Then, a few minutes later, two of the girls walked over to me and invited me over. I found out that one of the girls was called Andreea and the other was called Sally.
I felt a bit weird and Andreea kept calling me 'Anna' so I put her right to what my name actually is and she got really embarassed. But anyway.
I saw Mike Pilavachi wander in talking to a tall guy who ended up being the lead singer for the worship band (not an official band, just a crap band that they seemed to have put together at the last minutes). Mike was wearing one of his cool patterned shirt as usual but his long hair had gone. But anyway.
The things started and Mike introduced this young guy in a red top as Andrew. I didn't actually see him that first time.
But then Mike got talking about Bible stuff and so I listened.
There was a break and Andrea invited me out to go to a cash machine with her and a chat, so I went.
We got talking about all the Goddy-type stuff that I felt and she talked about some stuff and I didn't really feel like she understood, but there we go.
She bought a sandwich and then we walked back and the second part started. Mike called Andrew out for the second seminar and Andrew came out and I have to say, he was rather nice... Nah, he was... Mmmmmmmmmmm.
Anyway, he got talking and I really understood what he was saying and could totally sympathise with him cos I'd been/am going through that myself.
He finished and I wanted to go and tell him that what he'd said was really good, but no. I couldn't. After that was foodytime and so the gals invited me out to go and get some food with them, although I declined and went for a kebab with my pa instead.
Came back and the band was playing again and I was kinda bored and pissed off by the fact that the lead singer looked like he wanted to be Tim Hughes but look like Neil Wilson (both of whom I love - but I luuurrrve Neil whereas I only love Tim) and the fact that he was also called Andrew and he was singing Tim's songs (which is strictly forbidden unless you are Tim himself).
Then there was a bit of a "'lo down here HS, come and hang out with us for a bit," and I decided to go to the front with a few other people, get prayed for and wait for the HS to come along. And He did. I was standing there and suddenly my hearing just went and I could suddenly hear everything, but nothing at the same time. And hear a ringing in my ears. My vision went white and it suddenly felt like there was no one else there, even though there was.
And I was totally conscious. I felt myself fall, and I thought, 'I'm falling...' and someone caught me and plonked me on the floor in some really uncomfortable pose.
My legs were sticking out at all angles and my arms were all sprawled out, and even though I was uncomfortable, I didn't really care.
I felt all floaty and... happy. It was an odd feeling and it was only after it had finished that I felt quick saddened by the fact that I haven't felt truly happy in a very long time.
But anyway. I was laying there for a while, not doing a lot. Couldn't open my eyes, nor sit up or move, so I was just there, just happy. I heard the odd thing like some of the gals praying for me [and crying] and Mike Pilavachi saying, 'You people wandering about, mind you step over the bodies.' I kinda wanted to laugh, but felt drowsy, so didn't.
After that, not a lot happened. I prayed for one of the crying girls and went over to a guy who was now kneeling where I had been lying, and prayed for him too. The great thing was, that after I had prayed for the girl, she went off and prayed for another guy and the guy I prayed for went away and seemed to be praying for someone else. That made me kinda 'eee!'
Then, went the music calmed down and it all started to end, I went and found Mike and told him that his sermon type-thingy was pretty good and it changed things a little for me. I thought he'd at least have the decency to say something really nice to me, but he didn't. He just said, 'Oh, thanks,' and then pretty much pushed me ut of the way. I then went over to my dad, talked to him for a bit and then went and found Andrew and told him that his talk really moved me and I thanked him so much for doing it. He smiled at me, and gosh, he has a really gorgy smile! It's all curly and sweet and lurvely! And he has curly eyes too. They're all smily and curly and... I have got to shut up!
We talked very briefly, and he said he was going to do some talks at Soul Survivor which makes me want to go even more now. He said that if I went maybe we could talk some more then. I think I giggled at this and then said my goodbyes to him. Mike passed us and he glared at us (mainly me) and went out the door. Andrew gave me a 'meaningful look' and I smiled and darted out the door with my dad before I could say something stupid like, 'Can hippos drink from shoes made by tiny mice?'
My dad and I went home. Got home. Went to bed. Simple as that.
The next day I went rowing. I have to say that it was a disaster. It really was. Firstly I got a giant blister on the back of one of my heels from one of the Concept II rowing machines which are otherwise just amazing. And then I went out on the water with another new person called Linda who must've been in her 40s. But she was really nice to me. She got the hang of rowing very soon and pleased our (probably 10 year old cox, but knowing how bad I am with guessing people's ages, he was probably only 3). I however didn't do so well. I couldn't get the hang of it so easy. Loads of people intervened and made me feel really shite. A bloke called Rowen (no kidding!!) rowed up to us and ended up getting really narky and actually shouting at me for doing it wrong when he seemed to be trying to teach me while Linda and our cox were looking shocked and surprised and upset for me.
Afterward, Linda and I went up to the bar and she bought me a drink while we sat and ate sandwiches left over from the party there the night before. She asked me how old I was and what other sports did I do and if I'd give up rowing. I told her 15, fencing (and the odd bit of hockey) and no (in that order). I asked her what sports she did and she told me as well.
Got home. And didn't do a lot. Monday went quickly and quietly. The only thing that really happened was I walked up Lucy's way home with her and Miki and we had a bit of a joke around. Lucy and I decided that we found monkeys really funny and I don't think Miki understood. Bless 'er. :)
The thing about Monday was I went to youthy. I wasn't going to, but decided I'd only waste my time on the pc anyway, so I might as well. I went along and went at about 7pm as I forgot when it actually started. Nonetheless, I was early. Elaine let me in and I hung about in the kitchen with her. Gordon told me that Ellie wasn't going and I said I knew. He also mentioned my rowing and said [jokingly] that he wasn't impressed, but I could tell that he was probably a little annoyed that I wasn't coming to church anymore.
But anyway, talked to Elaine and she was as lovely as ever. I told her about Saturday and she was dead excited about it which made me quite smily. Then Katie came along and I had to tell her. Then everyone (Curly, Sarge, etc.) came in and we prayed (as I expect they usually do before youthy starts) before then all went out except for Katie who decided to annoy me and talk to me about SS and Springy and whatnot - but to be honest I kinda didn't want to talk to her. Sarge came through and he was fabby and managed to get me out of the convo - but I needed to anyway, cos my IBS was making a tiny comeback...
I went into the ladies and stood in there for a bit before coming out again and going to talk to Curly and Elaine. I told Simon about Saturday and he was cool with it. Then I told them both that I really wanted to go again, so suddenly Sarge, Elaine, Katie and Curly are all talking about getting people to take me. Sarge actually called up the Lambs and asked them if they were going this year, but they weren't, so that was bad news, but oh well.
I told Elaine I wanted to go and get Bone (who I'd just called) and I walked to hers. It was quite a way and I was quite fine when I was going down Hillsway, but about halfway along the Blagreaves Lane bit to Bones, I got this really really bad attack of IBS and almost collapsed. I carried on walking in absolute agony and it eventually went and I got a couple mild ot so bad attacks. Then suddenly, as soon as I turned onto Field Rise, I just about collapsed again, because it was so bad. Quite a way down, it'd follow: bad attack, nothing, bad attack, nothing, etc. I got about maybe 100 metres for Ellie's and there was a lamp post right in front of me. The worst attack came and I literally couldn't stand up.
I kinda got it into my head that I needed to make it to Ellie's, so I crawled along the pavement as best as I could unto I got to the lampost where I stopped and kinda lay down. A car pulled up near me and this dude rolled down the window and asked if I was okay; which seemed to me as quite a dumb question - do kids normalyl lie down next to lamposts if they're okay?
I said I'd be okay in a minute and he sorta looked at me oddly and drove off. I got up and carried on walking to Bone's. A few metres in front of her house I had another attack and so I ran to her door before I could have another. I rang the doorbella nd she let me in. I said something about the IBS and I ran upstairs to sort myself out. Ermm... Meh.
I was okay after that and Sue gave Bone and I a lift back to youthy. Bone thought I had meant when I was going to collect her that my dad would be driving me there, not me walking to hers. But nah, I was glad for the walk, but just not all the pain.
Got to youthy, nothing especially cool happened. Went home. Went to bed.
Tuesday came and is still here for the next couple of hours.
Today I went to PE and did long jump (begrudgingly) and ended up with a personal best of 2m, 90cm which is no where near my actual overall personal best of 3m, 53cm. Still though, neither are especially good.
What else? Not a lot. I lent another couple of CDs to Herry along with my steve one (so currently she has my Emily Bronte book, my Soul Survivor booklet from last year, my Tim Hughes CD, my Plumb CD and my steve CD). Not that I hold it against her. I'm fine with that, or I wouldn't have lent them her, I'm just making a passing comment. She seems to like the Plumb CD so far and she likes the steve CD, which is all good.
What else? I had my RS exam today. It's worth 50% of my final GCSE and surprisingly I wasn't totally bricking it as I went into the exam room. But it had a bad start. The first two questions were quite hard and I was also sitting in the middle of the room with someone sitting at a table on my right and and empty table to my left. So pathetically, I felt rather uncomfortable so I had to sit at an angle so I didn't feel it so much.
Anyway, I literally finished the exam on the final second and my hand was shaking. Not cos I was nervous, cos I was really okay. It was mainly cos I had just written 6 sides of A4 (in my writing, that's a lot) and my hand was really tired and having a nervy spaz.
I talked to Mr Wilding before I went and found out that I'm allowed to sort out the 'Fight Night' for Charity Week. So that was pretty good. I like him quite a lot now, seeing as I despised him when I was in year 8. He's really funny and he actually cares about how I am and stuff. Well it figures realy, I've caused him a lot of hassle this year, so I suppose now he knows who I am properly, I imagine that he would care a bit...
Also saw Mrs Davies before I went and she was really happy when I told her how the test went (I'd seen her at lunch previously and also in formy on Monday). She's okay.
Also, I was going off to history today, firstly went to the wrong block and P-Teacake was kinda standing on the top of the steps at B-block and said hi and smiled at me. I think he's fab, so I smiled and said hi too, and we just walking past when he said, 'Sometime you'll have to come and see me about your history mock,' to which I think I may have sworn and he laughed and told me not to worry. Mr Neville was being a bit out of character then, methinks. But he was nice all the same. I realised I was in the wrong block very soon after and quickly stalked away hoping he wouldn't see me and I ended up bumping in Mr Watson who then seemed to want to walk with me to history (which was understandable, cos he was just about to teach me) but I just found it really funny that he was asking me where we were going.
He asked me about my coursework and I grunted at him in a way which I meant as, 'Shut up,' and then he asked me about my marks in all my mock exams. I told him and he was all, 'Oooh,' and I didn't look at him. Saying that though, that's nothing new to me cos I rarely look at people when I'm talking to them... let alone make eye contact. It's a bad habit, I'm afraid.
We got to history and I think I may have dozed off cos I remember basically nothing from the lesson. All that talk that Mr Watson had just said before we got to the classroom was basically all shit. He said he'd set down some groundlines for me so I din't just do what I wanted. And there's me dozing in his lesson... meh.
Anyway, after the exam and my brief talks with Mr Wilding & Mrs Davies I went home. Felt reasonably 'happy' but a bit mongy. So I was going to go and have a bath, but on my in I found I had a package which I correctly assumed to me my new Abercrombie & Fitch tee from Thailand (which makes it sound all posh, but in reality, I had just bought it [BNWT] from eBay.
I tried it on and it was a little tight, but it looks okay, so I'll wear it for the 'Wear what you want' day on Friday which I'm not looking forward to cos they're so bloody shallow.
Had a really long bath which ended up being about 3 hours and then got dressed. Went on the internet (went on the steve boards) and posted my usual sort of comments and came across a comment froma guy who's only a little older than me (though I thought he was about 19 or something) called bigwickermonkey and found that he used to fence. So I PMed him and then went to have tea. I then got some of my books and got my bike out and went to Julia's for some science tutoring. Learnt some useful things and I asked her about Soul Survivor before I went and she said that if I didn't have anyone to go with and if I really wanted to go, she might take me and all that. Right then, if I could backflip, I probably would've (but I would had to have minded the dog as she was sprawled out in the middle of the room.)
Anyway, she told me to e-mail her some details so I just did. I really hope she's not busy cos then I can probably go to do SS things and see steve and Tim Hughes... and Andrew (*blush*).
That's all for now, methinks. Talk to you soon. :)
Wearing steve jacket, new Abercrombie & Fitch moose top & Levi jeans
Eating/Drinking really old chewing gum which I found in the study (in the packet). I'm thinking it's several months old... and Heineken
Hearing James Blunt - Here we go again
Dreamt about I was smoking. Again. Addictd, or so it seemed. I have no idea why I keep dreaming about me smoking.
Currently reading Veronika decides to die - Paulo Coelho
Present MSN name [catharsis]
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Last text from Bone
Word of the Day monkey (part 6)
I love the monkeys. I don't quite know why I brought back Neither did the monkey, but I did.
But anyway. I'm pointing out the obvious.
What's new with me? Oh, the chewing gum is a little rank. I'm not going to eat it any further...
Anyway, I went to Nottingham-land on Saturday. We (my pa and I) went to the Soul Survivor Roadshow at St. Nic's church. I went in and thought that it must be the wrong place, as the place was tiny! I'm talking half the size of the main hall at Littleover Methodist - tiny.
Anyway, got in and sat in front of one of the pillars listening to Tim Hughes from the main speaker and James Blunt from my mp3 player. My dad had gone to park the car so I had pretty much nothing to do or anyone to talk to. I noticed a crowd of girls sitting by the other front pillar but they didn't see me so I turned away and sighed, already bored.
Then, a few minutes later, two of the girls walked over to me and invited me over. I found out that one of the girls was called Andreea and the other was called Sally.
I felt a bit weird and Andreea kept calling me 'Anna' so I put her right to what my name actually is and she got really embarassed. But anyway.
I saw Mike Pilavachi wander in talking to a tall guy who ended up being the lead singer for the worship band (not an official band, just a crap band that they seemed to have put together at the last minutes). Mike was wearing one of his cool patterned shirt as usual but his long hair had gone. But anyway.
The things started and Mike introduced this young guy in a red top as Andrew. I didn't actually see him that first time.
But then Mike got talking about Bible stuff and so I listened.
There was a break and Andrea invited me out to go to a cash machine with her and a chat, so I went.
We got talking about all the Goddy-type stuff that I felt and she talked about some stuff and I didn't really feel like she understood, but there we go.
She bought a sandwich and then we walked back and the second part started. Mike called Andrew out for the second seminar and Andrew came out and I have to say, he was rather nice... Nah, he was... Mmmmmmmmmmm.
Anyway, he got talking and I really understood what he was saying and could totally sympathise with him cos I'd been/am going through that myself.
He finished and I wanted to go and tell him that what he'd said was really good, but no. I couldn't. After that was foodytime and so the gals invited me out to go and get some food with them, although I declined and went for a kebab with my pa instead.
Came back and the band was playing again and I was kinda bored and pissed off by the fact that the lead singer looked like he wanted to be Tim Hughes but look like Neil Wilson (both of whom I love - but I luuurrrve Neil whereas I only love Tim) and the fact that he was also called Andrew and he was singing Tim's songs (which is strictly forbidden unless you are Tim himself).
Then there was a bit of a "'lo down here HS, come and hang out with us for a bit," and I decided to go to the front with a few other people, get prayed for and wait for the HS to come along. And He did. I was standing there and suddenly my hearing just went and I could suddenly hear everything, but nothing at the same time. And hear a ringing in my ears. My vision went white and it suddenly felt like there was no one else there, even though there was.
And I was totally conscious. I felt myself fall, and I thought, 'I'm falling...' and someone caught me and plonked me on the floor in some really uncomfortable pose.
My legs were sticking out at all angles and my arms were all sprawled out, and even though I was uncomfortable, I didn't really care.
I felt all floaty and... happy. It was an odd feeling and it was only after it had finished that I felt quick saddened by the fact that I haven't felt truly happy in a very long time.
But anyway. I was laying there for a while, not doing a lot. Couldn't open my eyes, nor sit up or move, so I was just there, just happy. I heard the odd thing like some of the gals praying for me [and crying] and Mike Pilavachi saying, 'You people wandering about, mind you step over the bodies.' I kinda wanted to laugh, but felt drowsy, so didn't.
After that, not a lot happened. I prayed for one of the crying girls and went over to a guy who was now kneeling where I had been lying, and prayed for him too. The great thing was, that after I had prayed for the girl, she went off and prayed for another guy and the guy I prayed for went away and seemed to be praying for someone else. That made me kinda 'eee!'
Then, went the music calmed down and it all started to end, I went and found Mike and told him that his sermon type-thingy was pretty good and it changed things a little for me. I thought he'd at least have the decency to say something really nice to me, but he didn't. He just said, 'Oh, thanks,' and then pretty much pushed me ut of the way. I then went over to my dad, talked to him for a bit and then went and found Andrew and told him that his talk really moved me and I thanked him so much for doing it. He smiled at me, and gosh, he has a really gorgy smile! It's all curly and sweet and lurvely! And he has curly eyes too. They're all smily and curly and... I have got to shut up!
We talked very briefly, and he said he was going to do some talks at Soul Survivor which makes me want to go even more now. He said that if I went maybe we could talk some more then. I think I giggled at this and then said my goodbyes to him. Mike passed us and he glared at us (mainly me) and went out the door. Andrew gave me a 'meaningful look' and I smiled and darted out the door with my dad before I could say something stupid like, 'Can hippos drink from shoes made by tiny mice?'
My dad and I went home. Got home. Went to bed. Simple as that.
The next day I went rowing. I have to say that it was a disaster. It really was. Firstly I got a giant blister on the back of one of my heels from one of the Concept II rowing machines which are otherwise just amazing. And then I went out on the water with another new person called Linda who must've been in her 40s. But she was really nice to me. She got the hang of rowing very soon and pleased our (probably 10 year old cox, but knowing how bad I am with guessing people's ages, he was probably only 3). I however didn't do so well. I couldn't get the hang of it so easy. Loads of people intervened and made me feel really shite. A bloke called Rowen (no kidding!!) rowed up to us and ended up getting really narky and actually shouting at me for doing it wrong when he seemed to be trying to teach me while Linda and our cox were looking shocked and surprised and upset for me.
Afterward, Linda and I went up to the bar and she bought me a drink while we sat and ate sandwiches left over from the party there the night before. She asked me how old I was and what other sports did I do and if I'd give up rowing. I told her 15, fencing (and the odd bit of hockey) and no (in that order). I asked her what sports she did and she told me as well.
Got home. And didn't do a lot. Monday went quickly and quietly. The only thing that really happened was I walked up Lucy's way home with her and Miki and we had a bit of a joke around. Lucy and I decided that we found monkeys really funny and I don't think Miki understood. Bless 'er. :)
The thing about Monday was I went to youthy. I wasn't going to, but decided I'd only waste my time on the pc anyway, so I might as well. I went along and went at about 7pm as I forgot when it actually started. Nonetheless, I was early. Elaine let me in and I hung about in the kitchen with her. Gordon told me that Ellie wasn't going and I said I knew. He also mentioned my rowing and said [jokingly] that he wasn't impressed, but I could tell that he was probably a little annoyed that I wasn't coming to church anymore.
But anyway, talked to Elaine and she was as lovely as ever. I told her about Saturday and she was dead excited about it which made me quite smily. Then Katie came along and I had to tell her. Then everyone (Curly, Sarge, etc.) came in and we prayed (as I expect they usually do before youthy starts) before then all went out except for Katie who decided to annoy me and talk to me about SS and Springy and whatnot - but to be honest I kinda didn't want to talk to her. Sarge came through and he was fabby and managed to get me out of the convo - but I needed to anyway, cos my IBS was making a tiny comeback...
I went into the ladies and stood in there for a bit before coming out again and going to talk to Curly and Elaine. I told Simon about Saturday and he was cool with it. Then I told them both that I really wanted to go again, so suddenly Sarge, Elaine, Katie and Curly are all talking about getting people to take me. Sarge actually called up the Lambs and asked them if they were going this year, but they weren't, so that was bad news, but oh well.
I told Elaine I wanted to go and get Bone (who I'd just called) and I walked to hers. It was quite a way and I was quite fine when I was going down Hillsway, but about halfway along the Blagreaves Lane bit to Bones, I got this really really bad attack of IBS and almost collapsed. I carried on walking in absolute agony and it eventually went and I got a couple mild ot so bad attacks. Then suddenly, as soon as I turned onto Field Rise, I just about collapsed again, because it was so bad. Quite a way down, it'd follow: bad attack, nothing, bad attack, nothing, etc. I got about maybe 100 metres for Ellie's and there was a lamp post right in front of me. The worst attack came and I literally couldn't stand up.
I kinda got it into my head that I needed to make it to Ellie's, so I crawled along the pavement as best as I could unto I got to the lampost where I stopped and kinda lay down. A car pulled up near me and this dude rolled down the window and asked if I was okay; which seemed to me as quite a dumb question - do kids normalyl lie down next to lamposts if they're okay?
I said I'd be okay in a minute and he sorta looked at me oddly and drove off. I got up and carried on walking to Bone's. A few metres in front of her house I had another attack and so I ran to her door before I could have another. I rang the doorbella nd she let me in. I said something about the IBS and I ran upstairs to sort myself out. Ermm... Meh.
I was okay after that and Sue gave Bone and I a lift back to youthy. Bone thought I had meant when I was going to collect her that my dad would be driving me there, not me walking to hers. But nah, I was glad for the walk, but just not all the pain.
Got to youthy, nothing especially cool happened. Went home. Went to bed.
Tuesday came and is still here for the next couple of hours.
Today I went to PE and did long jump (begrudgingly) and ended up with a personal best of 2m, 90cm which is no where near my actual overall personal best of 3m, 53cm. Still though, neither are especially good.
What else? Not a lot. I lent another couple of CDs to Herry along with my steve one (so currently she has my Emily Bronte book, my Soul Survivor booklet from last year, my Tim Hughes CD, my Plumb CD and my steve CD). Not that I hold it against her. I'm fine with that, or I wouldn't have lent them her, I'm just making a passing comment. She seems to like the Plumb CD so far and she likes the steve CD, which is all good.
What else? I had my RS exam today. It's worth 50% of my final GCSE and surprisingly I wasn't totally bricking it as I went into the exam room. But it had a bad start. The first two questions were quite hard and I was also sitting in the middle of the room with someone sitting at a table on my right and and empty table to my left. So pathetically, I felt rather uncomfortable so I had to sit at an angle so I didn't feel it so much.
Anyway, I literally finished the exam on the final second and my hand was shaking. Not cos I was nervous, cos I was really okay. It was mainly cos I had just written 6 sides of A4 (in my writing, that's a lot) and my hand was really tired and having a nervy spaz.
I talked to Mr Wilding before I went and found out that I'm allowed to sort out the 'Fight Night' for Charity Week. So that was pretty good. I like him quite a lot now, seeing as I despised him when I was in year 8. He's really funny and he actually cares about how I am and stuff. Well it figures realy, I've caused him a lot of hassle this year, so I suppose now he knows who I am properly, I imagine that he would care a bit...
Also saw Mrs Davies before I went and she was really happy when I told her how the test went (I'd seen her at lunch previously and also in formy on Monday). She's okay.
Also, I was going off to history today, firstly went to the wrong block and P-Teacake was kinda standing on the top of the steps at B-block and said hi and smiled at me. I think he's fab, so I smiled and said hi too, and we just walking past when he said, 'Sometime you'll have to come and see me about your history mock,' to which I think I may have sworn and he laughed and told me not to worry. Mr Neville was being a bit out of character then, methinks. But he was nice all the same. I realised I was in the wrong block very soon after and quickly stalked away hoping he wouldn't see me and I ended up bumping in Mr Watson who then seemed to want to walk with me to history (which was understandable, cos he was just about to teach me) but I just found it really funny that he was asking me where we were going.
He asked me about my coursework and I grunted at him in a way which I meant as, 'Shut up,' and then he asked me about my marks in all my mock exams. I told him and he was all, 'Oooh,' and I didn't look at him. Saying that though, that's nothing new to me cos I rarely look at people when I'm talking to them... let alone make eye contact. It's a bad habit, I'm afraid.
We got to history and I think I may have dozed off cos I remember basically nothing from the lesson. All that talk that Mr Watson had just said before we got to the classroom was basically all shit. He said he'd set down some groundlines for me so I din't just do what I wanted. And there's me dozing in his lesson... meh.
Anyway, after the exam and my brief talks with Mr Wilding & Mrs Davies I went home. Felt reasonably 'happy' but a bit mongy. So I was going to go and have a bath, but on my in I found I had a package which I correctly assumed to me my new Abercrombie & Fitch tee from Thailand (which makes it sound all posh, but in reality, I had just bought it [BNWT] from eBay.
I tried it on and it was a little tight, but it looks okay, so I'll wear it for the 'Wear what you want' day on Friday which I'm not looking forward to cos they're so bloody shallow.
Had a really long bath which ended up being about 3 hours and then got dressed. Went on the internet (went on the steve boards) and posted my usual sort of comments and came across a comment froma guy who's only a little older than me (though I thought he was about 19 or something) called bigwickermonkey and found that he used to fence. So I PMed him and then went to have tea. I then got some of my books and got my bike out and went to Julia's for some science tutoring. Learnt some useful things and I asked her about Soul Survivor before I went and she said that if I didn't have anyone to go with and if I really wanted to go, she might take me and all that. Right then, if I could backflip, I probably would've (but I would had to have minded the dog as she was sprawled out in the middle of the room.)
Anyway, she told me to e-mail her some details so I just did. I really hope she's not busy cos then I can probably go to do SS things and see steve and Tim Hughes... and Andrew (*blush*).
That's all for now, methinks. Talk to you soon. :)
posted by ReddPhoenix at 10:36 PM
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