June 16th, 2002

(I've tried patience)

Strange.

Talking to my parents is so odd at the moment - every conversation feels like I'm talking to them from the other side of a glass wall. Did everyone get this?

And -
"Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it."

And I have before me a packet of Walker's crisps, on the front of which is a picture of one crisp which is pretty much the size of the packet. In small capital letters at the bottom of the packet, the legend reads "NOT ACTUAL SIZE".
~shakes head~ Humanity, eh?

If anyone ever feels like lending me any Sandman books, I'll love you forever.

Also. Oh. Oh. ~jumps up and down looking frustrated~ You know how I always want to fix things, and never can?
Well, now's a good time for one or two of you to do it for me.
~kitten sighs~

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  • Current Music
    Nature music. Really.
(I've tried patience)

~smile~

For a few moments last night, I almost had hope again.
To see my life getting back to the way it was in April would be...good.

The village have asked me to sing in aid of the church in the Summer. I know I'm a born performer, but it's still quite frightening.
Fun, though.

By this time tomorrow another two exams will be over. And next weekend will be closer. And so will the Summer Ball. And what are my parents going to say?
I can't predict their attitude from one day to the next. Mum's said some really abominable things this weekend.
I wonder if I'll care if they get angry about this one?

Sorry, just musing aloud. I shall go back to thinking about The Two Stalk Objects With No Name now. ~s~

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  • Current Music
    'Knock On Wood', Amii Stewart.
(I've tried patience)

~laughter~

God knows I'm no geek, so I don't understand what's changed or why it has, but. To access my school's intranet homepage, up until today, you typed http://hactar - but that's changed.
It is no longer hactar.
It's now - I kid you not - http://varda .

If you don't get this, don't worry...

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And you, oh frightening person who so often figures in my Whitby Nightmares, why am I reading back through your journal when you haven't updated it in six months?
I guess I need someone new to stalk and this is as good as I'll get for a while...
...or some other reason, but I don't want to think about that.
Or just because you're bloody interesting, perhaps.
Or because stalking you entails finding out that you have some really *cute* acquaintances! ~melt~
God, and that there's one good picture of you. God. God.
I'm now scared. More scared. Something.
Bother.
  • Current Music
    'How You Remind Me', Nickelback.
I can fly!

Ouch.

I just got hit in the face by our chocolate machine.
Missed my eye by half an inch; has left me with a horrible headache.

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

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  • Current Music
    Someone playing piano in the hall.
(I've tried patience)

Ahem.

I would just like to say...
I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY HATE THE MATRIX.

I don't care if Keanu Reeves is in it in a leather coat.
I don't care if there's some woman in it who people bizarrely find attractive.
I don't care how clever it thinks it is.

I've never hated a film so much. Ugh. It was like watching Douglas Adams without the humour. So consciously clever and with *such* bad acting (the coat acted better than Mr. Reeves, incidentally) and, just, ick.

Thank you. Bed now. Head hurts.

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  • Current Music
    'Bop Bop Baby', Westlife. Not my fault. Honest.