March 12th, 2002

(I've tried patience)

Well...

The furnishings in 3B are getting more beautiful by the hour, because I can't resist adding things...~s~ Doubt anyone's going to complain - actually, doubt anyone's going to *notice*, to be honest. ~g~

There's another room up for sale though, as Roger Taylor moves completely out of my head. ~sigh~ I might shut it up for good, though...
Actually, I threw him out. But I had to! I can't have someone like that ruining the atmosphere in my head, now can I?
Gravestone says :
RIP Roger Taylor
2002
Jesus, what a complete berk.


~tilts head~ "Somehow...you're all I've...been missing..."
~bites lip~
I've got to stop this.

And last night's dream? I'm not even going *into* last night's dream.
Cleo dreams. Sigh. How do I go about evicting *Cleo*? ~shakes head~

Morning, anyway.

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  • Current Music
    Somehow P.O.D. just keep on coming back...
(I've tried patience)

I wrote something!

Yay! I feel so much less frustrated now! Yay! ~bounce~
I should have worked out by now that I live these things so well that it makes it much easier to write about them...~waves piece of paper ecstatically~ I wrote something! Hurrah!

~tilts head~ Every time I think it's impossible for him to piss me off any more than he already has, he goes and does it again. I stand in awe of his power to irritate me.

~smiling, installs mirror in the corner of room 3B~ Too pretty not to. Sorry. ~s~

Later : You know that desire I always have to fix things? It's absolutely there right now. Stop giving me ideas, you silly boy! You're *so* in for it...~wlg~
A little later : ~meep~ Sweet as sugar mice...really...~melt~

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  • Current Music
    'Black Cloud', Crazy Town. Love. Love love love.
I can fly!

~sigh~

Blast, foiled again. If it wasn't for those pesky kids...~g~

Got a very nice postcard from Tash, though.

Yay! It's Tuesday! I have absolutely *no* more lessons! Nothing more to do! All day! Yay!

~sigh~ No, I can't seem to reach my former level of bounciness. Maybe I just need a trampoline.
Maybe I just need a tramp*. ~g~

Mwah!

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*Well, of course, I have several. But they're all being bloody stubborn at the moment.
  • Current Music
    Nothing right now.
(I've tried patience)

~frown~

~opens up 3A~
~rearranges things and people~
~moves mirror from 3B to 3A~
~locks door of 3A~
~locks door of 3B~
~unlocks connecting door between 3A and 3B~
~bites lip~*

Um, I think that's ok now?

~worried frown~

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*This is a Kate Winslet trait, along with everything else I've been doing for the past four days or so. I've only just noticed. ~s~
  • Current Music
    Random music in the hall.
(I've tried patience)

Kate?

Could you just stop being attractive for a minute?
Please?
It's wreaking havoc over here.
~head in hands~ No, really. Even my schoolfriends think you're gorgeous.
Oh, and stop being cute, too, which is different.

Darn it. ~sigh~ Why is *everyone* around here so hopelessly beautiful?

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  • Current Music
    'Killer', Adamski.
(I've tried patience)

......

Yes. I am impatient, inconsiderate, and seventeen.

But my god that doesn't mean I haven't got an imagination and I want.

~cries~

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Um, if this doesn't make sense, add it to the 484 others that don't and just walk on by. ~s~
  • Current Music
    Crazy Town again.
(I've tried patience)

I can see...

...it's going to be another of those evenings where everybody asks me why I've got that smile on my face and I just laugh and say "Oh, no reason" again.

I can't say I mind.

~happy smiles and general purring~

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Later : I was wrong; it must be coming up to Wednesday, I'm in tears again.
Put it down to my wanting to fix things, I suppose. And that thing where you wait for something for ages and then get a rather pathetic excuse for it, and...rargh. Sigh.
And hey, you - I love you. Yes...you.
  • Current Music
    Music in the hall.
(I've tried patience)

Sigh.

I've got three or four people's French coursework to look at over the week - possibly all tonight - and I really, really don't want to.
On the other hand, I am confident about my French to the point where I'll feel guilty if I don't help them, because they'll send off pieces of coursework that aren't as good as they would have been if I'd had a go at them.
Allow me this my one vanity.

So, sigh. That's what I'll spend my evening doing, though god knows it's better than crying because I wish I was talking to...someone...

~sigh~ Kate...I love you lots, but...you're daft, really you are.
And you don't know how much I envy you for where you could be.
And that's quite enough of that.

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  • Current Music
    *Why* do I feel rejected? I haven't been...oh, and no music.
(I've tried patience)

Why is it...

...that sod's law works so *splendidly* for me?
Oh. Because it's sod's law. Of course.

I have been reduced to crushing empty coke cans as an outlet for both my rage (Roger Taylor) and my frustration (everyone *but* Roger Taylor ~g~). This is a sad state of non-affairs.

It's Wednesday tomorrow. Rah.

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  • Current Music
    More music in the hall. Why is it always *bad* music?
(I've tried patience)

Night all...

Because living it is the only way I can feel that I've fixed things, and because sitting here wishing isn't going to help.
And because that way I can avoid doing anybody else's blasted French coursework.
And because that way Roger won't annoy me any more.
And because asrana might be calling me soon.

And because I'm a sleepy kitten just at the moment.

Goodnight.

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  • Current Music
    'What About Us', Brandy.