Mood I don't know, atm.
Wearing a crappy green(ish) ¾ sleeve top, my school trew and some dead pink trainer socks
Eating/Drinking citrus fusion Airwaves chewing gum
Hearing Fleetwood Mac - Live at the Hollywood Bowl, LA 31-08-1980 - Think About Me
Dreamt about nowt much. But the other night I had this weird dream where I was roller blading down fag ash alley onto the fieldy path thingy near the sports hall at school and then I came across Julia who was riding a white pony thing and she asked me if I wanted to come and see Ellie (her daughter) or Amber (her labrador dog) (or something like that0 and I said I did and so she took me just over the brook, cos for some reason there was a grassy bit which we just went over and there were LOADS of trees and I was aware that she lived in the other direction, but oh well. And then we came to this concrete ramp, like there should have been some stairs and I told her that I wouldn’t be able to get up this ramp, cos I had the rollerblades on and so she, still on her white pony, pushed me up the ramp which her pony clippity-clopped (hehe) up the ramp. And then we got to a flat bit, then we had to change direction and the pony, for some reason, wasn’t there anymore and then we had to walk up some steps. Then there was this door and we unlucked it and went in, and opposite the door, Ellie was sitting stroking 3 dogs in varying states of browness and she asked me if I wanted to stroke them and I said I did. Then Eddy came in and said hello and a load more brown dogs were there suddenly. And then I woke up. It was odd.
Currently reading Rumours (by someone Fleetwood Mac-ified) – still!!
Present MSN name The day that you die will be like any other day... only shorter.
Talking to no one
Last text from Bone (though I've been damn popular in the last 24hrs. Woot. Again.)
Word of the Day Rhiannon (I love FM so much)
There’ve been loads of loads of stuff happening lately. Although that might be cos I haven’t really been writing on my blog much as of late, so things tend to build up…
But I digress.
So, we’ve had £300. 24hr famine. Gordon’s bithday. dfg. Town with Ellie. Uganda meetings. Fencing competition. Bass sessions with Sarge. Youth club stuff. Fruit pastilles. School. Coursework. Learning mentor meetings… just stuff. (Btw, all that stuff is not really in any sort of order.) There has also been more stuff, but I can’t remember it now.
Let’s start with getting £300 or so in sponsors and stuff for Ug. I got £300 or so in sponsors for Ug. I would’ve thought that mentioning it the first time would have been sufficient, but oh well.
At one point over the past month or so, was Gordon’s bithday which was held at the Legion. It, to cut a long evening very short, was slow starting, but quite fun in the end. The Masterplans played, and I didn’t like them. Magic Tractor played (or rather, 2/5s of them did) and they were awful, and I don’t feel bad about saying that now, Sarge is a bit of a prick.
We saw Elaine’s ‘new man’ and HAHAH. Uhhh… noooo. Gordon talked for about eight years and then dfg finally played. They were excellent. I still think they should have played ‘True Love Waits (Masturbation doesn’t’ and it was so funny to see all the 'Jesus-freak' people’s reaction to what they were singing about and stuff, Hehe. A great laugh! I got Corrine to get their new EP signed as well. Curly thought she was a little sad, but they’ll never know it was for me!
A few days after, we did the 24hr famine; Ellie, myself, Lewis, Missincest, Curly, Katie, Gordonian (who has now entirely lost his sanity), as well as Fru and finally, Leggy. I would say that it was an interesting experience, and slightly more unpleasant (in some respects) than the last famine we did.
Basically, we had chips and stuff for dinner at about 6pm and we designed some bookmarks (including the very limited edition Buddha versions, only 4 in existance!) as well as tickets for the fashion show, which has now been postponed. We spent a long time, just Ellie, me, Marvin, Leggy, Lewis & Curly, just cutting out a good few hundred of these stupid tickets by hand with crappy little scissors. When that was done, we had a bit of a talk and pray and stuff and then we split off into groups to discuss what we’re going to be doing in Ug re: music and drama/art. I’m in the music group, though I doubt it’ll stay that way, I don’t know whethere there are any bass gyuitars over there and I don’t think I can get Dorian over there very easily.
But anyway, after that, we decided to watch a movie, though in the end only Lewis and myslef actually watched the whole thing through. Ellie wandered off, Fru fell asleep, Leggy wandered off to have lesbian sex with Ellie or something (I’m kidding, obviously, but you never actually know what Leggy is actully trying to accomplish by actually being ‘friends’ with people, cos it’s certainly not about the usual definition/specifaction…), Curly wandered in half-way through and Katie fell asleep. The film was Wedding Crashers (again) and I spent most of the movie drooling over OW. I am sad. But mmmmmmmm.
Then we all went off to bed, all hopping along to our two rooms in our sleeping bags (which we’d been in for the whole movie) at about 1am.
I regret that now. I wish I had hidden at the back and stayed in the big church building. It might’ve been cold, but I swear it was better that what we got.
We (girls = Leggy, me, Ellie & MI) had to have the Spencer room which had been fine for the first famine, so everyone snuggled down on the hard floor in our sleeping bags while the heaters blared out some warmth for a good 10 minutes after we had settled down. MI fell asleep pretty much straight away, and didn’t we just know it. I can usually stand heavy breathers, just about… but she takes it to the extreme and I know that I was desperate to kill her with something, like a piano or something after the first hour.
Leggy seemed to be the next to fall asleep. Oh whoopee. I noticed Ellie was awake for a while (I’m talking several hours) but after a while she stopped shuffling around, and I decided to get up (it was about 5am by this time).
I had decided that I was going to go crazy if I couldn’t sleep or something because the floor was too hard and cold (there’s only a reeeeeeaaaaally thin carpet ontop of concrete (or something equally stupidly hard) or something and since I sleep on my side, my hips were going numb every so often which would give me pins and needles up my side and down my legs, which is surreal and also pretty painful when you decide to move – big mistake) and also I was way too cold and my sleeping bag is evil (I hate it, it’s the wrong shape and it’s too thin and crinkly and I generally just really dislike everything about it except for the usuful little pocket it has near the top where I can put my mp3 player – which I had grown sick of listening to by about 5am – but nonetheless, I thought I would go crazy) so I decided to get up, sneak out of the Spencer room and down the corridor to go to the prayer room and nick some of the cushions to make sleeping a little more likely. I realised it might not be that easy seeing as (I had my socks on) and my socks actually get stuck to the carpet (it’s sorta crazy and hairy) as I walked along as well has making a huge amount of noise for saying that it’s just a carpet and socks. I took my socks off and then ran for it down the corridor and made it to the freezing cold entrance hall, and then down another corridor to the prayer room. I opened it, and voila: no cushions. So then I tried to get into the main church bit, and voila: locked. And then I tried the office, and again: locked. So
I ran dejectedly back to the freezing Spencer room and put basically all the clothes I had with me on, and then tried to sleep. It didn’t work. So I moved right over to the other side of the room right up to a heater (which wasn’t on) and then passed out for a bit. Not long at all, though.
It turned out that Ellie was awake the whole time, more or less. And Leggy was complaining that she got no sleep whatsoever, which Ellie and I were pissed at her about cos she did… and Leggy kept going on for ages about how badly she slept and stuff, and I swear, I could have killed her and eaten her right then, but then I remembered I was in a church and I was supposed to be doing a famine, so I thought again (I came to the same conclusion again, but I made myself do other stuff instead). In the morning Ellie and I were chatting, left Leggy and MI to do what they had to do and stuff, and things were okay.
The boys tooks ages getting up, which was funny (seeing as Fru practically strolled into the becket hall, where Ellie and I were talking) with basically no clothes on, more or less) and eventually, people started getting up and ready to go out. We were going to Markeaton Park to hang out, but when we all got there (after piling in Curly’s car, MI’s car and G&S’s car) we figure that it was freezing, so then we went to Megazone, but it was all booked up and full of chavs, and then we went to the Showcase, but no good movies were on and stuff so then we decided to go to the UCI (now the Odeon) to see Walk the Line. Which we did. We all sat in our little row and sang along to the songs before the movie started and played the little quiz game that cinemas seem to like putting on.
I was sat between Ellie and MI. Ellie’s cool. MI is not. Ellie will watch movies without really moving or talking. MI jiggles and taps people and mutters to herself about points of the plot.
I mean, the movie was bad enough (and about 2 hours too long) but I don’t like people POKING me when I’m trying to watch a dire movie, or a good movie, for that matter.
Then was the good bit, we went to church, packed up our stuff and went off to the Argosy for food! We had to wait for a bit… ie: a long time. And then we got out Cokes (before the meal, obv) and we (Fru, Josh, Ellie, me, Lewis & Leggy) all dared each other to drink first (before the time was up) and then my starter came which everyone stared at me while I ate and tried to blackmail, bribe and whatever, bits of it off me (and that was just Fru!)
After the starter, everyone got their main courses which we ate ‘delicately’ (read: like monkeys & elephants at a wedding party) and then I got Emily to order me a piece or cheesecake. Heh. Then we went home.
And that was that for a bit. I was a bit peeved before the 24 hr famine, because my mp3 player wasn’t being accepted by the pc, or something like that. And basically it no longer can have new music on it or music taken off it. Which is annoying. So now I need a new one. I’ve seen just the one I want.
I have eaten Fruit Pastilles lately.
I had a fencing competition the other week and it was quite cool. We got there literally in the nick or time and I saw Alice from Cadets there as well as Mike from FA (a part-time attendee) and we chatted for a bit. I hung about for a bit, was eventually in the call up, sent to piste 26 (the last one)m which was annoying cos I had to wait for ages for my name to be called, but it was good cos piste 25 and 26 was in a little room near the cafeteria so it was nice and quite and pretty stress free.
My target was to win a fight in my poules, and after a couple of fight and a load of hits, in my third bout, I did. After those poules, we had another set of poules, and by gtreat luck, I was sent to piste 26 again along with two other people from my first poule and one person from piste 25 during the first poules.
I did alright. I fenced well. I came across this other fencer, a leftie, between 20 and 30 and had a great bout with her. I made a stupid mistake, and lost against her, 5-4, but I found that she was also a Natalie, which was cool. I wanted to fence her again afterwards, but she wasn’t that interested, which was sad.
Then, for some reason, I went onto the DEs and not surprisingly, lost and was no longer in the comp, but I came against someone who was obviously a lot better than me, and lost 15-8 which I was quite chuffed with.
Went home and that was that. Had a bath and then went along to a Uganda meeting at church where I finally met this new person who’se supposed to be going to Uganda with us. I immediately didn’t like her. She came across as very self-absorbed, arrogant, not interested in anyone in the group except the guys and I could tell I wasn’t ever going to like her. I can take or leave Leggy (even if in my head I am silently killing her , or myself) when we have to talk together, but I… no. I will never like this new Alison person.
Sexy Dave is a sweetie though.
I also ‘finished’ some coursework lately, including the dreaded food and nutrition coursework… which I did an all-dayer and all-nighter on. It was on a Sunday a few weeks ago and my folks went off to some random cat show thingy and so I was more or less home alone. I got to work as soon as I woke up at about 9am and did some work until about 12ish (my teacher said that my coursework only needed another 3 hours on it and then it would be fine and complete) but I could tell by that stage that it wasn’t anywhere close to being finished. I went to Nanny & Grampy’s for lunch and was insulted for a bit by Alistair and had to restrain from ripping Shelby (the brat)’s head off. Yes. I seem really violent in this blog post, but can you blame me? I am surrounded by people who are trying to destroy my sanity.
Had a really nice lunch, though. I asked Alistair if he would take me home (as it was freezing and raining outside) but he said no, and so I waited for my parents to come and pick me up, which they did about an hour later. Then, when it was at about 3pm I got back to work again and didn’t move for exception of getting water/coffee/tea/chewing gum or a toilet break until about 6am the next day. That’s 15 hours, sitting here. It was no wonder my back was dodgy for a while after that.
I also got my maths coursework pretty much done, recently, also. I’m doing alright. Having lots of time at my learning mentor’s though… I just nap there pretty much now at lunchtimes.
Ughh.. I’m bored now and my back hurts again. Do I have to carry on?
Yes.
Okay.
I’m not big on Sarge anymore, atm. He’s been a bit of a prick. On Monday am came along to play bass with us (when Sarge knew that I didn’t want Sam there and he said it’d just be us) and Sam didn’t have his bass, and nor did Sarge, so they were both expecting to use Dorian (which he wasn’t happy about either, I’m sure) and I was really reluctantn to give him to Sam (as Dorian is mine, and only I play him… I thought most people were like that with their instruments) and Elaine, who was there with Sarge for safety reasons and stuff told me I was being really petty and I should just give Sam my bass, whiche evtually I had to and Sam and Sarge played some slap bass for about 20 mins or so and then Sarge and I had no time after that except for a 5 minute lame-ass mess-about for a proper bass session which I was pretty upset about.
Also, the week before, I had texted Sarge to ask him if we were going to play bass, and he said that he had been expecting me the week before but I didn’t come. I was peeved at that too, cos Sarge knows full well that he has to text me before each Monday if I don’t text him so we know what’s happening. And he didn’t text me on that Monday before. So I was annoyed.
And for now… today I had a chat with Jack about stuff and I hope things look up for him for a bit, I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to Bone tonight cos she was doing other stuff and my other mates: meh. But things are cool with Jess atm and generally I’m alright with people, which is good.
Mr FitBeautifulSexyGorgyLovelyPerfect didn’t work out. Nor did Mr Nice. Nor did Mr NiceSmile. I am destined to be a nun. I swear.
