Soaring to new heights everyday
I spent today crying with laughter in the corner of the common room reading Modern Toss. I shouldn’t have really, considering I have an EPQ essay in for Friday, I need to plan the presentation, I have a german speaking A level soon and my left wisdom tooth is crushing my jaw. But like, as Modern Toss’s Alan would say, bollocks to your barbeque yeah?
Saturday night: I dream that I have found my DS broken. So I wake up on Sunday and have a small “glad that was just a dream” moment and start pottering about.
While pottering, I decided to rearrange my CDs, because I will have more space if I stack them on top of each other. As I am doing this, I knock the DS (and the Gameboy SP for that matter) off the shelf and my dream comes to life. There is the DS, broken on the floor. Various thoughts run through my head such as ‘bollocks’, ‘what a coincidence’ ‘how upsetting, not that I ever go on it much’ and ‘hang on actually that couldn’t have been a coincidence it’s too weird.’
I always get de ja vu, and I’ve often thought, “I’m sure I’ve dreamt this before” when something happens, but never something so vivid. Either I am a God, time is a wheel (I have my suspicions) or my brain is messed up if I actually sub-consciously did that because I love the thing and the thought of trying to fix it saddens me. :( I’m not very handy.
I wish I was rich/comfortably well off. Ema does not sustain my needs.
Just for one day I would like to spend money without caring about costs. I mean, Christ almightly I am so tight with my money but I still get back statements saying “Gone in: £120 Withdrawn: £140″. My hard earned money is slowly drifting away from me! :(
Maybe I should get a job. Although I struggle so much to keep on top of work as it is that I don’t know if I could cope (also be arsed writing a CV).
Forget resolutions, I’d rather think of things I’d like to accomplish this year.
1. Push the gold statue man off his box. I think this everytime I see him. I doubt I will ever do it, it’s so cruel, but I’m intrigued to find out how he’d react…maybe I could get someone else to do it.
2. Blow a party blower in a bouncer’s face. Last year, I was able to fulfil my dream of shouting “I’m 22!” in a pissed off tone at a bouncer when getting IDed (it worked), so this year I’d like to expand on that.
3. Get into University. I cleverly picked the same course in every Uni, 4 of which require the same entrance requirements - ABB.
4. Successfully steal a pitcher glass from a pub. I almost managed it the other week but was forced to leave it outside another place and on my return it was gone. :’(
5. Do a picture using chalk & charcoal. It’s been too long…
6. Change the sites layout. Not holding out much hope for this one though.
7. Not get swine flu. I survived Swine 09 so let’s hope my luck continues.
8. Not get AIDs.
Hope that didn’t turn too resolutionish towards the end then.
*Crawls out of the woodwork* Why hello there my dears! It’s been 5 months since my last post you say? Well so it has! I’m not even going to bother and defend myself. Yeah, I have lots of work to do - A levels and blah, blah - but to be honest I don’t do busy. It doesn’t suit me.
So how have I spent these last months? Mainly getting drunk (never alone though, because drinking alone looks depressing). I think if I continue to drink the way I did last year, my liver will die.
Well er yeah I didn’t actually plan to make a post now, I just sort of ended up here. I could rattle on about events (such as the pantomime I was in, Beauty & the Geek, where I played Robbie the Rubber - a boy with waist length hair and a high singing voice who was turned into a rubber) but that would require too much brain power.
So to conclude, let’s hope I don’t ignore old flyingcat quite as much anymore. ;) Ttfn.
I’m going to a German language school this Monday in Berlin to brush up on my Deutsch. I’m lookign forward to it, but I’m also terrified I’ll be crap. I can write it pretty well, speaking is okay but my listening and reading are…awful. D:
It’s a 5 day course but happily we’re going for 10 days. El’s friend is letting me work with her for an afternoon too with the British Council. (Yeeeeeah I know people who know people in good places). Also, because I’m a wimp and totally dependent on others, mum is coming. I just went into her room while she was packing and found her emptying lots of paper bags, emptying marmite crisps (ew) and viscount biscuits out of one.
Here’s what was on all the bags:
Sounding a bit panicked and out of breath she said, “I didn’t realise. How would I explain if they got scanned?”
I couldn’t sop laughing but then I recalled the 1st time we flew to Berlin and how the safety pin she’d had pinned in her bag and caused the airport in London(booo) to ring ahead to Berlin airport saying we were suspicious. Pathetic. Who needs to attack someone with a safety pin when you could easily just take your shoe off and smack someone with it or - requiring less effort - use your fists?
You’d think I didn’t do it anymore but if you looked through all of my AS notes you’d see doodles on every page. I just can’t help it. Whenever someone puts a piece of paper in front of me and some writing devise I draw. Many a time have I been daydreaming and then noticed I’ve created a little picture of a chicken, dog, car whatever.
So, here is some stuff I did. Not particularly recently, but I did it nonetheless.
I’m so original when it comes to names… :)
Lovely, lovely place - I just spent a week there - but like wouldn’t want to live in it. Shall definitely go back one day though! :)
So now it is summer. Properly summer. Not “well the calanders now move into British summertime woo :D” summer that occurs in April/March cause being honest we’ve not even had spring then. But yes, it’s now very hot and I’m constantly falling asleep. It’s better than York & the South flooding again though. :)
Also, today I almost saw a little kid get run over. It was really scary, but afterwards when he toddled off with his friends/siblings I’ve never wished for a child to be in more pain than I have one of the little shits he was with (No adult present). They were ALL scallys (except maybe the little girl who didn’t speak) and kept running in front of cars even though they’d just seen what happened (the littlest kid basically ran into the car but he seemed fine). I was just looking at them all though thinking “You’re all going to turn out to be worthless shites…such a waste” and feeling sorry for the littlest one because he was too young to know any better, but was obviously gonna turn into a dollop of shite.
Cause while you’re reading about how the state “is an enabler not a provider” and “the nation of every country dwells in the cottage” you’re thinking about how much you really want - no, need - a pair of designer sunglasses, that they should make those really cute shoes you saw in that magazine in girl sizes (the author agreed) and that Chad Micheal Murry’s hair in One Tree Hill AND Freaky Friday is repulsive.
It’s really hard to revise… :’(
Urgh. I dunno what I want to do with my life, I dunno what Uni course I want to do, I don’t know any chemistry except the definition for electronegativity and I really really don’t want to do it for a full A level. But I do know that whatever I do I want to go to Edinburgh. No idea why, but the place is just attractive to me and my psych has decided that no where else will do…
But Christ, I can’t be ARSED with anything at the moment (except German).
Oh and by the waaay I keep growing taller and taller everyday. I’d be very happy if I got to 5″10 or something, but no one knows quite how tall I actually am, guessing about 5″8. When I look at some people I find I’m looking down which I didn’t do before and my clothes are shorter. That bit is good and bad though, because I have this 60s style black dress which is age 12 - 13 and hence rather short. I decided to try it on before to see if it still fitted, and it does (so I didn’t throw a ‘I’ve gotten fat’ fit)but it’s even shorter - and I’m not even going to start about all the too short tops.
I’m running out of clothes!
