Ramblings
Well, according to dad, the mouse, it turned out to be a mouse, was indeed killed by the cat. Thank god. At least it's good for something. He's finally beginning to leave the wildlife in the wild now too. Well, except the dead rabbit he brought home on Thursday, and the live one he brought home just as I was about to leave for school yesterday morning. But at least he's improving.
Something you may not know. I write fanfics for stargate. (yes, I know, I have no life! But I enjoy it!) But I don't post them anywhere. If you want I suppose I could e-mail them to you. Anyway, I don't write angst. Ever. It's too depressing. But the last 2 I wrote, albeit short ones, were complete angst. I even managed to get one of my friends at school, who usually nothing can depress them, wired person, to read them, and he was utterly depressed for the rest of the day. So apparently I can write angst. And it's good, but I hate it. Cos I have to proof my work, and when I do that I get depressed. Which is why I don't write angst.
I feel like some people are stating the obvious to me a lot lately. And it could just be something small in a lesson or something, but other times it can get annoying when people think that I need something to be spelt out to me. OK, yes, there are some situations that it would be nice if people elaborated their points. But there's other times when people do it without needing to. I dunno, I guess I've been feeling a little sensitive recently. M'eh.
Tomorrow should be interesting. Maybe. Mark has persuaded my parents to take him on an orientering thing at Gibside. Just for the hell of it. Apparently my dad knows one of the guys at work who does this quite often, and its something that mark wants to do, so he' invited me along. And hell, if the weather is as good as it has been this last week I might just go along with them. Be good to get out, away from work. (Ok, so I'm using it as a legitimate scive from doing work on Sunday, but what's your point?!)
It's always this day that gets me. Not Saturday, well, I suppose it is always a Saturday, but I wake up and realise just how quiet it is without my siblings. When it's just me and a parent. OK, so this time there's the cat as well, and any animal that the cat has brought home... But yeah. It always manages o disarm me for a little. And then by the end of the weekend it's fine, and I don't notice the silence, until it comes to something like having tea, or when there's usually a conflict over the TV. I dunno, I guess all the small changes in my life are finally beginning to take their mark on me. Ah well, just another adjustment I'll have to make.
First exam: 30 days
Prom: 34 days
Last exam: 67 days
Holiday: 3 moths, 3 days
Exam results: 3 months, 25 days
18th Birthday: 4 moths, 1 day
Something you may not know. I write fanfics for stargate. (yes, I know, I have no life! But I enjoy it!) But I don't post them anywhere. If you want I suppose I could e-mail them to you. Anyway, I don't write angst. Ever. It's too depressing. But the last 2 I wrote, albeit short ones, were complete angst. I even managed to get one of my friends at school, who usually nothing can depress them, wired person, to read them, and he was utterly depressed for the rest of the day. So apparently I can write angst. And it's good, but I hate it. Cos I have to proof my work, and when I do that I get depressed. Which is why I don't write angst.
I feel like some people are stating the obvious to me a lot lately. And it could just be something small in a lesson or something, but other times it can get annoying when people think that I need something to be spelt out to me. OK, yes, there are some situations that it would be nice if people elaborated their points. But there's other times when people do it without needing to. I dunno, I guess I've been feeling a little sensitive recently. M'eh.
Tomorrow should be interesting. Maybe. Mark has persuaded my parents to take him on an orientering thing at Gibside. Just for the hell of it. Apparently my dad knows one of the guys at work who does this quite often, and its something that mark wants to do, so he' invited me along. And hell, if the weather is as good as it has been this last week I might just go along with them. Be good to get out, away from work. (Ok, so I'm using it as a legitimate scive from doing work on Sunday, but what's your point?!)
It's always this day that gets me. Not Saturday, well, I suppose it is always a Saturday, but I wake up and realise just how quiet it is without my siblings. When it's just me and a parent. OK, so this time there's the cat as well, and any animal that the cat has brought home... But yeah. It always manages o disarm me for a little. And then by the end of the weekend it's fine, and I don't notice the silence, until it comes to something like having tea, or when there's usually a conflict over the TV. I dunno, I guess all the small changes in my life are finally beginning to take their mark on me. Ah well, just another adjustment I'll have to make.
First exam: 30 days
Prom: 34 days
Last exam: 67 days
Holiday: 3 moths, 3 days
Exam results: 3 months, 25 days
18th Birthday: 4 moths, 1 day