If someone out there could come into my brain, and sort out all the complete junk that id currently there, that would be a great help!
Ok, so I aint updated in a while, but that's not entirely my fault. I've been at my dad's for the last couple of weeks, and there isn't an internet connection there, but hey, there will be soon once he gets the broadband sorted out when he moves MY computer over to his house when he revamps the study. Ok, so I got a laptop in exchange for giving him said computer, but hey. And on that subject... I HAVE A LAPTOP!!! wOOtness!!!
Anyway, went to the Snow White pantomime on the 18th. The actual panto was brilliant, pity the company wasn't. Ok, I can understand if someone forgot their keys, or forgot their purse or something like that, but when the entire group forgot that I was going, I was not really impressed! How, exactly, can you forget someone? (in the real world, not on those home alone films!) And they forgot me! You think SOMEONE would have remembered me, I mean, I'm not exactly the quietest person who was going! And then, when I got in touch and said "where are you?" and they remembered that I was going and we met up, they then treated me like a spare part for the entire show. Ok, quick question, is it more dangerous to be on Northumberland street alone when the average number on said street is 6, and they are all down the other end of the street, or when there are an average of 600 people, all over said street? I would have thought I was more at risk with an average of 600 people, and not 6., but apparently I was wrong, as I was escorted to the haymarket, where it is probably more dangerous than Northumberland street at that time. So I get on the bus, and then everyone else decides about 5 minutes later that they are going to get the same bus. Which is fine, but it still doesn't stop them from treating me like a spare part. So I get off the bus art my bus stop, with about 5 other people in tow, who suddenly realise that I'm there,a nd they insist on walking me home. But by this time I've had enough, and so I say I can walk home from a bus stop by myself, thank you very much. I mean, I would have anyway if they had gotten a different bus, right? So I walk off at my normal speed... About 5 mph, and needless to say, they cannot keep up. So I get home to my nice big empty house... God knows what they would have done if they knew that!... And the next day, I get grief off one of them, and she tries to give me a guilt trip. ummm... DIDN'T WORK!!! Ok, that's that rant over.
Christmas was interesting. It was decided that we weer having it at dad's house, which was fine and all that, but christmas eve was actually the first time I had stayed a night there, and so I was completely knackered, what with a new bed and "excitement" meaning I got about 3 hours sleep... which compared to the week or before hand was actually pretty good. The actual day was bizarre. It's really stange when you wake upp on a day that is meant to be a day that you spend with family etc, and yet my mum wasn't there when I woke up. OK, so she was there by 9, but it just isn't the same, y'know? I dunno, I guess I'm just taking this harder than I thought I would be.
The christmas week was ok, I guess. Nothing really happened there. had an OK new year's at mum's. On Sunday I lost a fight with a kitchen knife, and am now sporting an actually really deep cut on my thumb, that kinda still hurts. But m'eh, it'll be ok. And now I'm abck at school, and am faced with 12 hours of private study a cycle! There is only so much work that a person can do in that time! But I went to Starlight express with a load of peeps yesterday. That was really good, and considering I had no idea what the story was about, I managaed to keep up all right.
So now I've got about 10 minutes to kill before my lesson. That's one more private study this week done, only another 5 to go this week, then 3 next week.