Reading: email. Hearing: mark and lard Wanting: sleeeeeep. Anticipating: 21 June, end of exams (and coincidentally the first day of summer, according to mum's Jamie Oliver calendar). Singing: I will survive (in and out, lala). Feeling: sleepy
18 June 2001 - fix -- 02:14 p.m.
3 exams to go, lalalala, joy. I just watched In and Out (fix) and am now happying. Lalalala. Op, I have to revise. Sorry, short entry (olive oil induced randomness)
17 June 2001 - don't you love comedians? -- 08:39 p.m.
We Know Where You Live was so funny (Amnesty International's 40th Birthday thing). Eddie Izzard was as spectacular as always - oh, he lives at this website. The four Yorkshiremen was the funniest thing I've seen all year (especially since practically everything my dad ever says is a quote from the Monty Python version) - Vic Reeves going on about magma and macadamia nuts, Eddie almost lost it completely. I think these awareness things are brilliant - the tv generation have low attention spans, at least with something as high quality as that people are going to remember it. Amnesty International is brilliant, and that will really help them a lot, I guess.
Anyway. Mum's party was a success - Mary (she's so lovely) came and said good luck for the exams, and once I'd found the Sims disc Katherine was pretty quiet all night. Me and Lisa had a bizarre conversation about our shared love of gay people.
And that reminds me, In and Out is on today. Ya.
Tomorrow the Ellis's are giving us a lift to school - a whole hour and a half, torture. Tuesday is the last time I'll get the bus until September, do you realise? Oh and apparantly Edward punched Jamie in the nose. I really can't picture that.
16 June 2001 - Party (Not Mine) -- 06:51 p.m.
Mum's having a 'girl's night in' while all the men of the village are out at Le Mans. This means the joy of Katherine coming to visit. On the plus side, the Amnesty International thing is on tonight, and that's bound to be good. We just watched Ant and Dec out of boredom - at the end Dec was waving his arms around and he had massive sweat patched, erg blerg. But there were 7 points, so okay. "You're that bloke off the telly, aren't you? Anton Dec." "Ant and Dec!" "You're Dec, aren't you?" "I'm Ant!" It's so hilarious how they make fun of themselves.
Can you tell I'm bored, at all? Matthew is cranky and evil from staying up all night round Daniel's, Lisa and Amy have been playing Slam all day (love that game), and I'm slightly freaked by their new haircuts.
Sleeeeeep.
15 June 2001 - bizarre -- 08:29 p.m.
From : Ian Robinson
To : citron@raincheck.co.uk
Date : 14 June 2001 15:35:53
Subject : survey test thing
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"This has gone on far too seriously long enough, by half!" --Brian Damage
Why? And he wasn't even at home then!
15 June 2001 - boredom -- 08:12 p.m.
Hard days revision (kind of) so nothing of any interest has happened. Except, dad is now in Le Mans. Bully for him, no?
So, some stats. 184 people have visited this site. Most of them visit on Wednesdays. 5% of them are me checking to see if my html has worked (oops). 14% come from the webrings I'm in. 2 of the last 3 visitors were Chris, who can't actually see it because it crashes his WebTV.
Sorry for the substandard entry, but nothing has happened at all today. Did you know, after invading Abyssinia, Mussolini left the League of Nations, made the Pact of Steel, joined the Rome-Berlin Axis, invaded Albania and, er, something else. Made a pact with Japan. All from my own memory, that was.
14 June 2001 - I am so ill, still -- 01:22 p.m.
Lisa's back at school armed with painkillers, and I'm at home after an incredibly dull 2 hour graphics exam (disposable cameras, bleh). Laura's birthday, everyone's at the cinema. I was going to go but I had an attack of illness and I didn't think they'd appreciate me being ill at them.
Links from Krystal:
Snow White test: Doc.
Economic Left/Right: -5.71, Authoritarian/Libertarian: -2.93 (similar to Gandhi, Clare Short)
13 June 2001 - I am so ill -- 10:19 a.m.
I have done 75% of my exams, hoorah. And later I have French reading.
I am so ill, I have an explosive cold and now I'm dying. And eating Strepsils. I can't think of anything to write because I am ill and my brain isn't working. So I'll stop.
Here is the prize for the line in a TV programme which is funniest out of context:
"We've never made love. Go away Rimmer."
Red Dwarf, I think 'Balance of Power.
12 June 2001 - You'll never guess -- 07:32 p.m.
History was as boring as usual. The questions I did were: evidence question about the peace treaties, essay about the League's failure, essay about Hitler's rise to power and essay about Hitler's economic policies. Except for the last one I couldn't think of enough points, so I wrote it again from Hitler's point of view and then wrote a third one comparing them. It ended up really long and incredibly surreal. Ah well.
Lisa was on the way to PE, about to be forced to run the 1500 metres. However, she fell of a step and sprained her ankle, ending up being in Casualty for 2 hours. Convenient? The first I heard of it was from Susan. "Who are you waiting for?" "My sister." "Who's your sister?" "Lisa." "Oh, I saw her being carried out of the school by a strange man." (It was dad).
On the bus Jamie attacked Jonathan with his phone, and Jonathan and Edward were shoving him into a wall to get him to not beat everyone up. Me and Matthew and Sam hid in a corner, having really subtle never-seen-them-before-in-my-life conversations. 'Oh look, my watch has a light on.' You know the kind of thing.
Aah, everyday drama.
12 June 2001 - Invigilator is a good name for a robot -- 11:50 a.m.
Well, that was the most evil maths exam of all time. It included such joyous equations as x2 + 4x = (x+p)2 + q and x=cyn. Lovely. I should really revise for history but I don't think anything else will get into my head by 1.30, and I can't really muster up the energy to care at all.
Muster is a weird word and all. This keyboard is really horrible, StickyKeys Syndrome alert. Bleh. And it's very loud.
Trawling through usr/bin/girl's archives... pictures of Lara Croft dying, funfun. And I Should Be Working.com covers my sentiments exactly. (yes Toni, I agree entirely)
I'm so bored, I could kill myself if that wasn't just as boring. Afterlife, talk about a drag <g> (sorry, I'm in a very sarcastic mood).
Brian 'Damage' Bolowski: Are you being sarcarstic?
No, of course not, nice Brian. Well anyways, (leaps around sideways to amuse Lisa - I've been running for ages honest!) got to go and pretend to revise. (Not really, but it's as good an excuse as any to stop writing my fingers hurt owowow)
11 June 2001 - I think I'm Ill -- 05:18 p.m.
Playing the name game:
My "Soap Opera Name" is Jean Ford (middle name + street name)
My "Axe Murderer Name" is Jeanie "Screwdriver" Levesque. (abbreviated middle name + dangerous tool + french politician)
My "Burlesque Entertainer Name" is Joanna Nectarines (best female childhood friend + plural fruit)
My "Performance Artist Name" is Blind Eleven. (first thing you see + todays number date)
My "Rock Band's Name" is Zally Noodle (grandmother's name with 's's replaced with 'z's + what you had for lunch)
My "Dominatrix Name" is Lady Katya, Mistress of the Chainsaw. (Lady + name + a + mistress of the + something from your toolbox)
My "Topless Dancer Name" is KayKay Plums (parent's name for you + plural last fruit you ate)
My "Cross Dresser Name" is The Lady Anique LeBrie (the lady + shortened mother's name + ique + le/la + cheese)
And you?
What shape does a pear go when everything goes wrong?
With every passing hour our solar system comes forty-three thousand miles closer to globular cluster 13 in the constellation Hercules and still there are some misfits who continue to insist that there is no such thing as progress.
If Bill Gates stuffed his $63Billion fortune under his mattress (in dollar bills) and he fell out of bed, it would take him 18 minutes to hit the floor.
Perpetual motion: toast always land buttered-side-down. Cats always land on their feet. Strap a slice of buttered toast to the back of a cat and drop it. It will hover, slowly spinning, inches above the ground. This energy can be harnessed with a dynamo.
Want to hold up a bank in Latin? "Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis ad caput tuum saxumim mane mittam." (I have a catapult. Give me all the money or I will fling an enormous rock at your head.)
A morbid fear of shopping centres is called a 'complex complex complex'.
--courtesy of I Want One Of Those.
Anyways, English was fine too. For Poems by Carol Ann Duffy I wrote about the need for stealing to fill the emotional void, for Poems From Other Cultures and Traditions I wrote about the need to reconnect yourself with your culture, and for Describe/Explain/Inform I wrote about the pressures facing young people today (school, expectations of parents, and social elitism). Oh, and I bizarrely started going on about Tolstoy in the middle as well, proving my theory that I can't write an essay without getting incredibly sidetracked.
11 June 2001 - I gave you AMPLE bracing time -- 10:44 a.m.
I know I used that title over at compulsive, but it always makes me laugh. I've just had a Chemistry exam, and it was remarkably good for Chemistry. It was a lot easier than the mock, except for the question about silicon dioxide where I wrote 'I really have no idea, maybe it's because it's strong?'
This afternoon I have English Language (then no more English ever ever!): Poems From Other Cultures and Traditions, Carol Ann Duffy, and Describe Explain or Something (I always forget that one). Inform. Here is a good revision site.
Well anyway, see you later.
10 June 2001 - The littles get back in 3 hours ish. -- 12:58 p.m.
Another bizarre dream: I was in Debenham's with the littles and there was a competition (and the prize was some sort of holiday). You had to be 118 hours old to enter, but in dreamtime I was only 117 hours 10 minutes, so I had to wait. To enter you had to go up an escalator. The steppy bits were wooden and had the names of everyone who had entered so far written on them in green capital letters. And there weren't many spaces left. And me and Lisa were attacking Matthew because he said that I wouldn't be able to enter. Obviously I'm missing our daily arguments already... ah well, they get back at 3.30 today.
Dinner with the parents were nice. We went to the pub near the river where dad drank when he was 16 and Benny's mad friend ripped up all the Conservative posters because he was drunk and was in the local newspaper ages ago. A.K.A the Henny Swan. I had lasagne, and very nice it was too.
I just watched WLiiA, Wayne and Denny and Ryan and Colin. It was very funny. And, it's on again on Monday (the next episode, that is). And, plus, Claline is coming next weekend.
Next weekend is Le Mans weekend so dad is going to go to France with the rest of the Alresford Old Gits. He made a flag, it's hysterical.
"Using a mobile phone for text messages is like having a fax machine and using it as a perch for your carrier pigeon." I forget who said that, but it was during the 2 ½ minutes of The Joy Of Text Night that I watched.
In 'Doors' (part of the Sunday Times) they have '10 signs you spend too long online':
1) You respond to email so quickly that your friends assume they must be receiving very clever auto-replies. Yes, especially if I'm on study leave or whatever and manage to have an email conversation with my dad involving 12 messages in about 30 minutes, like the other day.
2) You absent-mindedly write your email address on forms asking for your address. Not yet, but I'm sure I will.
3) You think vitamin D supplements make an acceptable replacement for sunlight. I hate vitamin supplements, so I have no replacement for sunlight.
4) You think the three weeks you spent customising your desktop was time well spent. 3 weeks is a slight exaggeration, but otherwise yes...
5) You have forgotten that some people use telephone lines to submit spoken words. Ech, talking on telephones. What could possibly be the point of doing that?
6) You would not recognise your best friend if you bumped into him in a pub... or her. Lolol, but I'm not quite that obsessed yet.
7) You know your credit-card number off by heart. If I had one, I'm sure I would.
8) Your telephone company sends you a Valentine. Pfleh!
9) You are not annoyed by color, honor or humor. Humor still annoys me, but the others kind of bounce off my head now.
10) Your email address is john@hotmail.com No, that would be stupid, my name isn't even John!
I think this proves that I don't spend too long online. More internetting, now.
And now some links: fallingfast.org usr/bin/girl Horoscopes updated for the new millennium
Well, I'm off.
09 June 2001 - Dandelion -- 04:20 p.m.
I've just had my hair cut and I look like a dandelion, but ah well. The scaffolders are scaffolding, and the parents are taking me out to dinner in a post-anniversary celebration. The littles aren't here, so they can't come, aah. Well anyway, I'm revising hard, how about you?
Me and dad were inventing shoes today, for no reason:
Platforms with seethrough heels with magnetic goldfish in.
Shoes with satellite navigation systems, with the display over where your toes are.
Shoes that sing when you step. They could be set to different things, like bass, melody, drum etc. and you could make real dance music.
Necessity is the mother of invention, but boredom is the mother of hypothetical invention.
08 June 2001 - Update of Yesterday -- 08:12 p.m.
Something I forgot to mention, yesterday was my parents' 21st wedding anniversary. Aah. Happy anniversary to them.
And to any BigBrotherUK watchers, why the hell did Bubble do that to his hair? It looks completely ridiculous. Well anyway, the election. The LibDems apparently got the most seats since about 70 years ago, and William Hague resigned because of the spectacularly disastrous result for the Tories. Another Labour landslide, excellent.
Today I had not a single exam, so I watched tv and ate noodles for a while and basked, before revising. I revised all of chemistry and 2/3 of history, but my arm aches so I've stopped. I'm now waiting for my parents to stop watching gardening programmes so I can watch TV.
The littles are on camp (Lisa went with Pathfinders, i.e. the church, and I think Matthew is counting as a SeaScout but I'm not sure). Already one person has phoned to speak to Lisa, which was Matthew P.
Tomorrow I have to get up at the unreasonable hour of 9.00 am because Paul etc. are doing the guttering still, and this weekend it's the bit outside my room. Oh, the joy.
07 June 2001 - Just a Quick Thing -- 07:56 p.m.
Do you not love my rearranged page? Completely not the same at all, really.
I have one thing to say.
Hi, Stephen! (you weren't expecting that, were you...)
07 June 2001 - I won't bother getting started on Jamie, there's just so much to complain about. -- 05:36 p.m.
Here is an incredibly excellent quote from 'Emotionally Weird.':
"Well, I suppose these days there's an epistemological shift in fiction-writing, whereby second-order verisimilitude won't suffice anymore when trying to form a transcendentally coherent view of the world."
I think that says it all really.
Lisa was playing with a tennis ball and singing 'where is love', which mutated into this: where's the ball/is it bouncing off the wall/is it in my hand/or on the wall/or flying through the air/who can tell where it will go?/will it travel high or low?
And then she got bored.
I got an email from Yoshie. For some reason every time she types an apostrophe, it shows up as '$B!G(B'. How odd.
Stuff from this month's Discworld Monthly:
From: "neil.hutton1" (neil.hutton1@ntlworld.com)
In Carpe Jugulum, Nanny Ogg and Agnes try to flush out the vampires at the naming by using canapes filled with garlic. It just occurred to me that if it had worked, it would have been Buffet the vampire slayer! Do you think PTerry had this in mind when he wrote it, or is it just coincidence?
DreamWorks has acquired the film and television rights to Terry Pratchett's best-selling fantasy novels Truckers, Diggers and Wings, known collectively as the Bromeliad trilogy, it was announced today by DreamWorks principal Jeffrey Katzenberg. Truckers will be the first to be turned into a computer animated feature, under the direction of Andrew Adamson, who co-directed DreamWorks' upcoming computer animated comedy, "Shrek."
Oh how entertaining, I killed the computer for a whole half an hour.
07 June 2001 - The luck -- 03:20 p.m.
So we're at school in the quiet room (we being me Alice and Ruth) and I realise I actually haven't revised. So Ruth tells me lots of random geography facts. All of which are on the paper.
Oh, the luck.
Otherwise I would have had no clue about any of the questions.
English, to be unchronological, was okay too. We had to analyse a leaflet and an article about bikes and also write an article about health and fitness. Out of argue/persuade/instruct I did argue, except about 10 minutes before the end I noticed I'd argued against instead of for fitness, so I had a massive asterisk session.
Look forward to more Jamie complaining later, bye.
06 June 2001 - Survey thingy -- 07:45 p.m.
1.what time is it?
17.51 6 June, 2001
2.name as it appears on your birth certificate?
That would be Katy Jean Robinson. Although I’ve never actually seen my birth certificate… :::goes into adoption fantasies, before remembering that she is in fact a clone of her parents::: A clone of both of them at once, yes indeed. But that is my name.
3.nicknames?
Well, at primary school I was just Katy (or rather Ka’y as pronouncing the letter t was uncool). The glads call me Katy Bob, because of my brother’s inability to pronounce our surname when he was a kid, and now that’s stuck with them and a few other people. Although it gets shortened to Bob by some people. And just general contractions, e.g. Kates, Kay, Kate whatever. And infinite other briefly used ones while I’m bored.
4.parents names?
My dad is Ian, but his nickname is Jim (he used to look like Jimmy Saville, and his middle name is James) and also Uncle Bob occasionally. Which is quite confusing if I call him that, and gets us into whole ‘your dad is your uncle???’ conversations. Mum is Anita, occasionally Neety, and Aunty Rita (because Aunty Bob sounds really strange). However I, obviously, call them Dad and Mum.
5.number of candles that appeared on your last birthday cake?
None, as far as I can remember. But it should have been 16 if you’re just sneakily asking my age.
6.date you blow them out?
On my birthday, which would be 19 April.
7.pets?
I had a rabbit when I was a primary-schooler, called Pip (after a book I read the day before my birthday when I was given him). Then Lisa got a rabbit, called Snowdrop. Then were the hamsters, Teddy and Twinky, and finally the fish. Atlanta, Orlando and Panda are dead, and Florida, Amanda and Sludgegulper are alive. But only Pip was actually mine.
8.height?
Not a clue. The last time I was measured was when we went to Eureka last year and were measured by a talking robot. It’s something like 165 cm, but I can’t remember exactly. I’m short-ish.
9.eye color?
My eyes are kindof grey-blue-ish.
10.hair colour?
It was blonde, but lack of sunlight and just being older is making it go mousy brown.
11.piercing?
Just the standard one-in-each-earlobe thing. I don’t wear earrings a lot now that they don’t heal up when I leave them, unless it’s a special occasion or I have a paranoia attack about them healing up.
12.tattoos?
No. And I don’t want one, because I’m a chicken. But I don’t particularly mind other people having them, for example KatieK’s butterfly is very pretty.
13.how much do you love your job?
I don’t have a job, still being a student. But studing (as Mark and Lard have dubbed it) is okay, at least you get occasional interesting facts, and some of our teachers are so loopy that you pay attention just to hear the rubbish they talk.
14.birthplace?
I was born in Shrewsbury, I think. Well, after I was born I lived in Uffington which is near to Shrewsbury, and that’s where the nearest hospital is, so I guess there. It’s in England, near to the border with Wales.
15.hometown?
Until I was about 3 we lived in Uffington, then we moved right across the country to Wivenhoe. We lived there for… maybe 2 years? And then moved to Alresford. We still live there, but now in a different house. Wivenhoe is the only town I’ve lived in (but not really a big town), and I must say I prefer villages. Quiter, for one. Well, except for the motorbikers who removed their silencers.
16.Current residence?
I live in Alresford, as I said. It’s a mini village near Wivenhoe, and that’s about it. There’s not a lot here, but there’s buses into town for all our entertainment needs.
17.had the drink calypso?
Never heard of it. Maybe it’s a Merkian thing?
18. been in love before?
All the time, otherwise what’s the point. But sometimes with concepts rather than people.
19. been to Alaska?
No thank you, it’s farfar away and I don’t particularly love long journeys. Also isn’t it cold there?
20.been toilet papering?
Been whatting?
21.been drunk?
Er… no. The thought of it doesn’t really appeal to me. But I’ve drunk alcohol.
22.loved somebody so much you cried?
Not while they were still alive. At funerals, obviously, of close relatives. But watching people being so in love that they cry makes me have moments.
23.been in a car accident?
No. Unless bumper cars count, and then only miniwhiplash.
24. croutons or bacon bits?
I love croutons. I am not a great fan of bacon, personally, it tastes too much like smoke. Croutons in soup is a real day-maker.
25. 2 doors or 4 doors?
4 doors. It’s annoying when cars have 2 doors and you have to move the seats and climb in. But if there’s 2 seats only, then 2 doors obviously. But big cars are good. Claline’s car is teeny and has 2 doors, which is great for entertainment value but I wouldn’t drive it myself. I need room to put random stuff.
26. sprite or 7 up?
I don’t particularly like either of them, but Sprite is slightly better. They’re both too sharp for me. 27.coffee or ice cream?
I can’t drink coffee, except occasional espressos, when I’m in the mood for one. So ice cream. It’s weird, I like coffee icecream, coffee chocolate, even chocolate covered coffee beans, but actual coffee? No.
28. Blanket or stuffed animal?
Stuffed animal. Getting attached to inanimate objects isn’t something I did a lot of, because it’s harder to give them a personality.
29. dumper or dumped?
How would I know? Neither, so far.
30. salad dressing?
We have this yummy mustardy French dressing that we buy, funnily enough, from France. Whenever dad goes across on a daytrip for buying alcohol or for Le Mans, and also when we go there on holiday, we buy loads of it. It’s gorgeous.
31. color of socks?
Most of my socks are black, most of the rest are blue, but I don’t really care. I hate white socks because we were forced to wear them at primary school. But if I’m staying in all day I generally don’t wear any socks.
32. qoute from a movie?
Er… I’m more of a TV quoter. I can memorise huge bits of TV programs just by watching them once, but can I remember stuff for exams? No.
33.favorite holiday?
As in annual festivity? Christmas is the only one we really celebrate. It ‘s just land of tradition. And plus, family time and usually siblings don’t fight.
34.foods?
Any food, I eat pretty much constantly. Compulsive eater? Me? Chinese food, curry, pasta, Sunday roasts, basically everything. Oh, but I’m not a huge fish fan because I can’t taste it much, having nuked my tastebuds. Or oysters, or ketchup.
35. day of week?
Friday, from when school finishes until about 2 am. A chance for mindless TV watching and not having to think. Hoorah.
36. song at the moment?
Er… possibly ‘One Fine Day’ by Offspring. But don’t listen to the words, because it’s about vandalism.
37. tv show?
My permanent favourite is Red Dwarf (nerd? Me?), but mainly anything that makes me laugh. At the moment I like WliiA, and The Adam And Joe Show.
38. Toothpaste?
Anything spearmint. Freshmint is foul.
39.Restaurant?
Maybe the Fontana. Chinese food. Yum.
40. Flower?
Passion flowers. They’re just so insane. Oh! Daffodils, they are fantastic.
41.least favorite thing?
Today I’m hating Jamie, of course. Also, mosquitos, exams, hiccups, wrestling and hayfever.
42.favorite time of day?
Evening, most definitely.
43. favorite concert?
I don’t think I’ve ever been to one, and to be honest I don’t really want to.
44.Alcoholic drink?
I’m not a big alcohol fan. Cider, maybe. Benny makes it, so I’ve been fed it practically since birth.
45. Sport to watch?
Ice skating, swimming and gymnastics. They don’t make me realise how lazy I am as much as other things, and are way more interesting than football or whatever.
46.Ice?
Oh definitely. Particularly in CocaCola, and then I eat it.
47.zoo exhibit?
The fish and the lizards. And giraffes, of course.
48. sesame street character?
Snuffy’s sister Alice, Oscar the Grouch, Kermit, and the aliens that go ‘mipmip’.
49. Disney or warner bro?
Both of them are good.
50. Fast food restaurant?
Usually MacDonalds, out of habit. But I don’t exactly love fast food.
51. Last hospital visit?
I’ve been to hospital: when I was born, when Lisa was born, when I walked into a wall, and for the orthodontist.
51. Favorite Drink?
Tea, Dr Pepper, Sproke (Sprite/Coke), Cream Soda, and of course Lemosprokelw (Lemon barley/orange squash/sprite/coke/lemonade/water).
52.what color is you bedroom carpet?
Blue, and with wobbly edgeswhere the mouse ate it.
53. the name of your childhood blankie?
I didn't have a blanky. I had a parrot called Polly and a Bear called Trixy.
54.how many times did you fail your permit and/or license?
None, as I can’t take it until next year.
55.what do you think of ouiji boards?
They’re stupid, and the sort of thing firstyears play at sleepovers to try and freak people out (speaking from experience, maybe?)
56.where do you see yourself in 10 years?
In 10 years I’ll be 26… Do you know, I haven’t a clue. I’ll have a job and a house, but I haven’t really thought that far ahead.
57. who is the last person you got mail from before this?
58.have you ever been convicted of a crime?
No.
58.what store would you max a credit card out at ?
A book shop, obviously.
59.what do you do when you're bored?
Read, go on the computer, pretend to practice the keyboard, watch TV/videos, annoy the siblings.
60.what word or phrases do you overuse?
It changes frequently. At this precise moment it’s mega, which has made a surprise comeback into my vocabulary, and no, I need happy music! (whenever I listen to the radio).
61.most annoying thing is?
Homophobes, alcoholics, Merkian adverts which are dubbed into received pronunciation, my darling brother, Jamie, elitists, fishbones, Jerry Springer (just go away, we all hate you), bloody Lavinia.
62.Best thing?
Singing really loudly and out of tune, the poem ‘the world is a beautiful place, caffeine, yellow flowers, the fact that I’m almost halfway through my exams, jumping up and down, momenting, Florence and Jonathan’s brilliant comebacks to Jamie’s annoyingness, laughing for ages until you can’t remember what you’re laughing about (that was so funny yesterday with the croquet thing).
63.bedtime?
Exams, so 10 ish. Normally 10.30/11, but on Friday normally about 2.30 am.
64.What time is it now?
19.13 the same day (I ate my dinner in between – spuds, baby spinach and Jamie Oliver fish.)
06 June 2001 - Southwold part 3 (that's all folks) -- 07:43 p.m.
Here is what Leila wrote in my book: Well hello there darlins! I must apologize in advance, when I am not at school between the hours of 9 and 3 I lose my ability to write. Excuse moi. We have just finished our BBQ and are sitting here talking about changing languages and whether apologize has an 's' or a 'z'. Hmm.... strange. I must say that Katy Bob is one of the coolest peeps that I know. She likes WLIIA, Offspring, Beatles etc. U R a dude Katy Bob. I [heart] you man! Maybe one day we can get together and have a marathon WLIIA watching session. I wonder if they do it on video? That would make me a very happy bunny. Well, I am off to have a lovely game of "smack the tennis ball on a string around a large maypole repeatedly." Should be fun. Love u Katy Bob, Leila.
bananacued barbers (!) are very yummy but a bit too like baby food.
Here is what Lisa wrote in my book: Bonjour ma petit schwester, switching languages. U don't know I'm writing in ur soggy notebook and listening to Bohemian Rhapsody. I see a little sillhouetto of a man. Indeed. dadada I stole Matt's red pokemon game and he doesn't know where it is. In my sleeping bag. Guitars! Woung, woung, etc. I am well hot. I may have to die. Oooh ooh ooh. Nothing really matters, to meee. I am having Adam withdrawal symptoms! Oh dear. Luv Lisa x.
Monday
Dad: She drinks like a fish.
Me: Fish don't drink.
Dad: She drinks like a hamster.
Lisa: (after drinking horrible sweet fruit stuff) I feel like I've swallowed an old lady.
06 June 2001 - Just have to catch up -- 05:28 p.m.
Added a link: sinfest. It grooves.
And emoding.
Katy, your New Beetle is the Classic
Break out the tie-dyes and turn up the tunes; your automotive alter ego is the queen of flower power! That's right, the vintage VW Bug is the car for you. The bug is so you—representing that harmonious balance between nostalgic chic and idealistic sensibilities. Sure, you've got the talent for flexing your power at work or networking with the big girls and boys, but your commitment to genuine values means that you love the quality that went into this classic. And when you're seen driving around in such a throwback, everyone knows that you're for real. The Bug embodies your true self—friendly, fun-seeking, timeless and oh-so-cool.
:::laughs hysterically:::
06 June 2001 - Southwold part 2 -- 05:20 p.m.
It's dark so I can't see, handwriting apology. I love Southwold! Because I'm 16 I can drive a tractor - Dad's friend whose dad worked in a corset factory (!) did his driving license at 16 in a tractor! Matthew's BD tomorrow yaya. Dad and Michael playing football - aah they look like little boys. I played football (I can do one header in a row !! ow) I'm so social. Played tennis w/ Lisa, wandered on the beach with siblings and Knights's. I can't actually see the lines on the paper (2 citronella anti-mozzie candles and a lighthouse only) so I'll stop before my eyes fall out.
26 May. Drinking outside a pub in Sole bay w/ parents, Nick, Julia, Julie and Michael. Nick says your tummy button is an ideal place to prop the spine of your book when reading in the bath.
In Southwold I followed the olds around. They had a bizarre conversation. 'Michael's getting his awning out tomorrow.' 'Julie doesn't want him to get it out in public.' 'What colour is it?' etc. etc.
loonies
We marshmallowed and sang Beetles songs loudly all night. I drank a bottle of Stella w/ much lemonade and some of Leila's lime stuff (mmm yum).
I discovered Leila is another WLiiA fan (esp. of Ry and Col!) yaya! And also God the Devil and Bob.
Vimto is an anagram of Vomit. - Dad.
Sunday 27
NB the Fairbanks' and Katie K call each other 'glad' and Julie calls Michael 'tricky'. Bizarre-oh.
06 June 2001 - Just more rambling -- 05:18 p.m.
Some stupid moron has typed a load of rubbish into the dialup box and I can't remember the user name so this may be late. 17.09, 6 June 2001 to clarify. Sorry to bore you, but here is more complaint about Jamie:
Jamie: I can levitate.
Me: You're standing on tiptoes.
(pause)
Jamie: You're a bloke.
(Stunned silence, followed by everyone cracking up.)
Jamie: Don't kick me.
Me: Well don't rip bits off my bag.
Jamie: You're homophobic.
But the worst of worst was him trying to break Stephen's glasses. I mean that is just evil. Jonathan was very good at getting him to shut up though.
Quote of the unspecified time period: (hi, Ruth)
Edward: I don't see the point of voting Tory, we've got a perfectly good conservative government already.
Haha.
Well maths was evil, not really harder than usual but just long. Except the question where 2m = sq rt 128, m=?. I got m=7/2, but I don't know if that's right.
06 June 2001 - Strange and also Weird -- 11:15 a.m.
The title describes this site, which Ruth found.
Here is a line from a poem: because even in heaven they don't sing all the time
Now, if you are a pessimistic depressive moody sort of person, this means 'why bother trying to be happy beause everything is horrible?'. However, if you are an optimistic cheery sort (and this is the interpretation of me and mum) it means 'life doesn't have to be perfect for it to be good.'
Just something to think about.
06 June 2001 - Blech -- 11:07 a.m.
I just had a French Writing exam and I'm in the IT room (horrible keyboards which are blamed for any typos). I had to write a letter to my penfriend about a visit with my school to France, and I said I went to Quiberon.
I like Quiberon, I want to go there again. Especially if it rains, that's fun.
Hi Ruth, you are reading my website if you didn't know.
Oh, and I did 119 words (target 100). For the second one I did 146 (150) words about what I thought about working in offices, with children, outside, in foreign countries and with animals. That was stupid, I couldn't think of anything to write so I waffled.
Later (1.30) I have Maths (Non-Calc, I think). Circle theorems, vectors and graph transformations, joy.
