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Goodbye.
Apr. 24th, 2006 | 08:35 pm
Hello. I am moving. Because I don't really like this account. Mostly because of the name, which is only so crap because I had words stuck in my head at the time and I was being pressured to get one and all. My new one isn't much better, but it is one of thise Sponsered + things. I got that type by mistake, but now I've decided I like it better so I'm keeping it. Because you get nearly all the stuff that a paid account, except you don't have to pay. You do get an annoying bar thing down the side. But you get to choose what you advertise. I am here.
http://clorvin.livejournal.com/
I didn't work out how to do one of thise links with the little person in front of it. Because yes. Computers. Not good, I apologise.
http://clorvin.livejournal.com/
I didn't work out how to do one of thise links with the little person in front of it. Because yes. Computers. Not good, I apologise.
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Hippies.
Apr. 5th, 2006 | 10:12 am
Ah yes. And we went on a walk to the hippy place, and tried to work out if they actually lived in the pigloos. We came to the conclusion that it would be extremely cool if they did, because they would be right next to the beach and on the edge of Engand. Or one of the edges.
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Don't forget the canole. And Battleshits.
Apr. 4th, 2006 | 08:22 pm
Well. Yes. Last night I watched Harold and Kumar get the Munchies which is the kind of film that you think is hilarious while you're watching it, but later you think back and realise that it had no plot at all and was basically Dude Where's my Car? but with dope and burgers and cheetahs and an extremely unsubtle underlying message about racism. And about half the cast of American Pie. They also made me watch Domino, which they (Louis and Izaak) only wanted to see because they got to see Keira Knightley topless in it. Something I did not know at the time. They told me it would be good. I was decieved. It was the worst film I have seen in my life. Apart from Peter Pan, which has been up (or down) there for a very long time. The trouble is that I keep finding new ones. I made up forit by having a Scrubs marathon, and is now all out of my system. It was about Keira Knightley (or Domino) the bounty hunter. Grler.
On Thursday I went and saw Ashling in the play, named something I can't remember. Shakespeare comedy. Slightly less misogynistic than the the other ones. Aisling was someone called Hero. Extremely confusing, mostly due to the fact that they switched parts every scene and didn't change costumes.
We talked to Ronan about Footballers Wives and Cathy got food poisoning and threw up all night. And for the next three days. Probably salmonella. They gave me a painting by numbers which was from Kit, meant for Kira, but apparently it didn't fit so they gave it to me. I am amazing at note deciphering. At the thing were the Rogersons - Fred, something beginning with J, and Ronan, and Aisling and Kira who weren't there, the Piersons - Boo, Cathy, Kiki, Alistair, Kit, Heather, Heather's person who she is engaged to, Aisling (different one). There were some more. The other Kira and the other Kit and Robert weren't there. People kept coming up and hugging me and saying how nice it was to see me. I didn't know who they were. Louis got called Luke by someone that's known him since he was two, and the people at the Globe thought that we were stealing coffee cups. Yay. I was tired, as they stayed out until about midnight. I was the only one that actually had to get up the next morning. Apart from Mum, but she dropped me off in her pyjamas, and went straight back to sleep when she got home.
Mum's friends came to stay at the weekend. They were Dilly and Martin and Anthony and Ismail. Martin is Dilly's husband and Ismail is Anthony's son who is six. They do things like talk on the radio and make programmes for Arena. Ismail is one of my favourite little people. He is obsessed with football and made us play snakes and ladders for hours, but yes. He was cool. If not a little loud in the hours that normal people are asleep. After they left they went to Southend and he won a snake and a bear. The snake he called Katy, the bear Louis. Dilly and Martin brought canole.
On Thursday I went and saw Ashling in the play, named something I can't remember. Shakespeare comedy. Slightly less misogynistic than the the other ones. Aisling was someone called Hero. Extremely confusing, mostly due to the fact that they switched parts every scene and didn't change costumes.
We talked to Ronan about Footballers Wives and Cathy got food poisoning and threw up all night. And for the next three days. Probably salmonella. They gave me a painting by numbers which was from Kit, meant for Kira, but apparently it didn't fit so they gave it to me. I am amazing at note deciphering. At the thing were the Rogersons - Fred, something beginning with J, and Ronan, and Aisling and Kira who weren't there, the Piersons - Boo, Cathy, Kiki, Alistair, Kit, Heather, Heather's person who she is engaged to, Aisling (different one). There were some more. The other Kira and the other Kit and Robert weren't there. People kept coming up and hugging me and saying how nice it was to see me. I didn't know who they were. Louis got called Luke by someone that's known him since he was two, and the people at the Globe thought that we were stealing coffee cups. Yay. I was tired, as they stayed out until about midnight. I was the only one that actually had to get up the next morning. Apart from Mum, but she dropped me off in her pyjamas, and went straight back to sleep when she got home.
Mum's friends came to stay at the weekend. They were Dilly and Martin and Anthony and Ismail. Martin is Dilly's husband and Ismail is Anthony's son who is six. They do things like talk on the radio and make programmes for Arena. Ismail is one of my favourite little people. He is obsessed with football and made us play snakes and ladders for hours, but yes. He was cool. If not a little loud in the hours that normal people are asleep. After they left they went to Southend and he won a snake and a bear. The snake he called Katy, the bear Louis. Dilly and Martin brought canole.
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Clones
Mar. 28th, 2006 | 08:56 pm
Miranda'a right. I do look like my dad. Not that he's ugly, but it is not the most pleasant thing to look like a fifty seven(or eight, not sure, but I really should be) year old man. It's the face shape, I think. And the eyes. And the nose.
There are people in our house who are very nice and distantly related. They are also clean. Too clean. I just had an extremely cold shower. Oh well. It might not even be that the water's run out, the boiler turns off sometimes. He, Boo, is my mum's uncle's wife's brother's son, and she, Cathy, is his wife. Those ones. The Ireland ones. Except they live in Los Angeles. I am going to see all the Scull people on Thursday, but I don't want to. Or I do, but not if it means I have to socialise and pretend I know who all the people are. It's not even that I find it harder to be sociable than I did four years ago - well, I do - but now it's expected of me. Boo was telling us about when some dogs attacked him. He showed us the scars. They were big.
There are people in our house who are very nice and distantly related. They are also clean. Too clean. I just had an extremely cold shower. Oh well. It might not even be that the water's run out, the boiler turns off sometimes. He, Boo, is my mum's uncle's wife's brother's son, and she, Cathy, is his wife. Those ones. The Ireland ones. Except they live in Los Angeles. I am going to see all the Scull people on Thursday, but I don't want to. Or I do, but not if it means I have to socialise and pretend I know who all the people are. It's not even that I find it harder to be sociable than I did four years ago - well, I do - but now it's expected of me. Boo was telling us about when some dogs attacked him. He showed us the scars. They were big.
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Attic
Mar. 25th, 2006 | 09:50 am
It's too hot. I want the cold to come back. I was looking out of the window and it was very strange because I could actually almost see the bottom of the sky. I'm in the attic and quite far away there is a hill that could be Hampstead or Highgate. I'm not sure, but it has a lot of trees and is at right angles to the City. Or at least what I think is the City, because it has a lot of big buildings and a bridge type thing. My navigation is impeccable, as always. At least I have a better sense of direction that Nicoll, but I doubt even she could get lost in Edgeware. But that didn't really count, as I subconsciously did it on purpose, because I thought I was missing French and Latin, which I hadn't done the homeworks for. But then it turned out I was missing English. I really need to learn my timetable.
This is Louis with a lightbulb in his mouth. I'm surpried he didn't get Isaac's glandular fever, shared spit, and all that.
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Photosynthesis
Mar. 24th, 2006 | 10:07 pm
My stutter has come back and gone and come back. I think it's probably due to pent up antisocialness. Well. I need sleep, but I seem to not be tired at all in the night, but the next day I actually go to sleep in Biology or French or whatever lesson, when the teacher is standing right next to me. Luckily Mrs Parren was distracted with eavespping on Emma and Selina's conversation, and didn't say anything, despite the fact that I haven't done my Biology homework for the past month. I am sorry for the half-words, but I don't think the computer is very well. Jetlag.
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-1
Mar. 19th, 2006 | 09:04 pm
It is cold. This morning on my way to the Coco Pops I had to walk across tiles and they were so cold that my feet felt burnt, you know the type of hot or cold that is so extreme that you con't feel it properly. When I was younger and had a much lower tolerance to hot water my baths were like that, at least the ones that I didn't run myself at the right temperature. Apparently everything is delayed in terms of daffodils this year because of the weather. I hope there won't be any in time for Founder's Day.
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Spiderspawn
Mar. 9th, 2006 | 09:22 pm
These were in Bradwell when we first came and I hoovered a whole load.
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Barnacles
Mar. 9th, 2006 | 09:19 pm
That way.
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Fielding
Mar. 9th, 2006 | 09:17 pm
You are right Sophie, it is not fun having Salome annoyed at you, even if it is hopefully only temporary. I keep thinking I am losing my sight, because everything is colourless and out of proportion, but when I blink or even just focus on seeing, everything is perfect.
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Move.
Mar. 6th, 2006 | 08:51 pm
mood: 
thirsty
This afternoon I felt inadequate and boring and exhilarated and tired and self-contained. Tonight I feel happy and awake and it's very strange being at both extremes in such a short space of time. I noticed that when I am sad I hate happy people, because they annoy me , and when I am happy I hate sad people, because they annoy me . I'm never one or the other, it just depends on what mood I'm in and how that influences my choice. I really am horribly hypocritical which is made worse because I hate self-proclaimed hypocrites. At the weekend I listened to Knocking on Heaven's Door sung by Ladysmith Black Mambazo and Dolly Parton. Which was interesting. I painted my room Kinky Pink and Sahara Red, but orange not red. Fun. I just spat orange juice all over myself after noticing that my hair is full of tipex from my good wholesome fun with the Ozone Friendly Correction Fluid (Dries Smooth and Even) earlier. I love tipex.
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Tally ho.
Feb. 27th, 2006 | 08:25 pm
I went to my granny's house at the weekend. I ate a lot of cake, did a lot of sitting on sofas, watched a lot of rugby and did a lot of homework/ piano practise. I didnt leave the house the entire time. On the journey back we were stuck in the 'quiet' carriage with a load of skinny upper class mothers with big ears, designer scarfs and unnecessary amounts of children talking about their ponies. It was so fun. I have to stop here because it is supper, but I will update again.
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Magical Dragon
Feb. 3rd, 2006 | 09:18 pm
This is actually a comment to Salome's entry but it got to long and I thought it was a waste so I put it in here. Which means it doesn't make that much sense, but that's OK, she'll be the only one reading it.
I don't actually think she was listening to a word we said, and also I agree with her (to a point) so don't be disparaging about her 'wise words'. I am turning in to Lucy. Also I'm not doing the free speech thing anymore - not enough connection with the ethical theories, apparently. I really really hate not having a picture. It leaves a stupid X which is annoying. And Davina does hate me you liar. Or strongly dislikes me. As for the porn thing, I think it depends on the situation - if they actually want to be in porn, and are happy with it and being objectified and everything, that's OK, but if they've been forced into it by circumstances, that's not.
See, I used commas. Lots of them. Not that I haven't before, I'm just in an especially commary mood today. Were you sick? You missed getting English back and bleep tests and lots and things like playing Tag You're Pregnant in the dungeons (except so did I) and seeing Mr JW as a dragon and Mr Lewis as a rat and Mr Grundmann as a ram and Mr Wingfield as some other animal (Chinese New Year assembly). Zoe got 10.7 and Lottie got 10.8, I got 8.6 and stayed was out of breath for the rest of the day. I miss the stick of power. I was captured by Nadia and Hannah and people, and I could have made up an excuse but I felt bad for not talking to them for two weeks. Bad me. There was quartet drama today. Something about not doing it anymore, I don't know. Ask on Monday.
I'm listening to TCCE. Being a groupie is so fun. And how does Magical Dragon go? Is it
I met a man called magical dragon
He asked me why I lied about the fish I was catching
And then something about a magical blender and it cuts off.
Can you please send me Saxy boy. I want to show Louis.
My dad is being pathetically competitive about all the books you're lending me. He is even getting competitive about being the most embarrassing father at football matches. Which he even admitted would be impossible after Serry's dad who had a tantrum and called the referee a blind wanker. I told him not to even try. It's just not cool unless you have a pink turban , Scottish accent and have been naked on channel four.
I don't actually think she was listening to a word we said, and also I agree with her (to a point) so don't be disparaging about her 'wise words'. I am turning in to Lucy. Also I'm not doing the free speech thing anymore - not enough connection with the ethical theories, apparently. I really really hate not having a picture. It leaves a stupid X which is annoying. And Davina does hate me you liar. Or strongly dislikes me. As for the porn thing, I think it depends on the situation - if they actually want to be in porn, and are happy with it and being objectified and everything, that's OK, but if they've been forced into it by circumstances, that's not.
See, I used commas. Lots of them. Not that I haven't before, I'm just in an especially commary mood today. Were you sick? You missed getting English back and bleep tests and lots and things like playing Tag You're Pregnant in the dungeons (except so did I) and seeing Mr JW as a dragon and Mr Lewis as a rat and Mr Grundmann as a ram and Mr Wingfield as some other animal (Chinese New Year assembly). Zoe got 10.7 and Lottie got 10.8, I got 8.6 and stayed was out of breath for the rest of the day. I miss the stick of power. I was captured by Nadia and Hannah and people, and I could have made up an excuse but I felt bad for not talking to them for two weeks. Bad me. There was quartet drama today. Something about not doing it anymore, I don't know. Ask on Monday.
I'm listening to TCCE. Being a groupie is so fun. And how does Magical Dragon go? Is it
I met a man called magical dragon
He asked me why I lied about the fish I was catching
And then something about a magical blender and it cuts off.
Can you please send me Saxy boy. I want to show Louis.
My dad is being pathetically competitive about all the books you're lending me. He is even getting competitive about being the most embarrassing father at football matches. Which he even admitted would be impossible after Serry's dad who had a tantrum and called the referee a blind wanker. I told him not to even try. It's just not cool unless you have a pink turban , Scottish accent and have been naked on channel four.
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After Christmas
Jan. 6th, 2006 | 02:22 pm
I don't want to go back to school.
At all. Normally I do but firstly I have no idea how I'm going to be able to get up in the mornings - I could barely get up this morning and I got up at ten. Normally I get up at six thirty and I actually don't have to it's just that's when I wake up and if I don't get up as soon as I wake up I stay in bed forever. Or until I need the toilet. The other reason is that I hate the way that everything is scheduled during the term and how everything is the same and I see the same people every day as I walk home from school and how everything is so predictable and nothing is ever different. I wish I didn't have to think. Also I understand Salome's thing now. Or I have for ages but I didn't like think about it. Or don't. And I hate Christmas. And there are two extremely obese pigeons in next doors garden. Or not next door they're all the way around the corner but they're garden is at the end of ours. There were four but two of them flew away and before that there was just one I remember because they look like doves, they could be doves I don't know but doves aren't normally that fat, and I was thinking aren't there normally two doves together. Oh. Now there's just one. There are some doves which are definitely doves round the corner which always sit together in the tree in the people's garden which has a spiral staircase onto the roof and there's blue paint on the pavement a bit further along the road which has been there since before I can remember but not before I can remember remembering because I remember thinking when I was about three that it wasn't there before. Or something. Maybe I'm making it up. I hate writing remember because I always miss out letters and then I have to go back and fix it and that's annoying. From here I can see eighteen gardens. Or, not really but I can see that there are gardens there because I can see where the walls are. Because is another one. I can see one squirrel doing stupid tail wagging and eight sheds and two office blocks and three rubbish bins. The dove (debatedly) just flew away. So I can't see that. Oh, actually I can but not completely it's hidden a bit by a skinny tree with a silver trunk and purpley brown branches and leaves. I can see that too. Why am I listing things I can see? Anyway.
Hm. I'm bored. Boredboredbored. I've written a lot. Alotalotalot. The pigeon's on a chimney now. Chimneychimneynow.
I've decided it is a pigeon. My dad is going to be angry. Because I'm still in my pyjamas (kind of) and I haven't written my thankyou letters and I said I would and also. Also. Also. Oh god I've forgotten. I wish I could speak German. Also to have a icon thing on livejournal because it's annoying me that I can't get one a lot. It sends me to a different website if I try and I'm probably being very stupid but I really can't work out what I'm doing wrong. The answer is going to be extremely simple and I'll look like an idiot but I would rather that than to never find out so if you have any idea what I'm talking about can you please tell me how.
Hahaha the livejournal spellcheck thing doesn't know how to spell livejournal. And I thought thankyou could be one word. Apparently not. And it says debatedly isn't a word, which it probably isn't but I don't think debated ly is either.
At all. Normally I do but firstly I have no idea how I'm going to be able to get up in the mornings - I could barely get up this morning and I got up at ten. Normally I get up at six thirty and I actually don't have to it's just that's when I wake up and if I don't get up as soon as I wake up I stay in bed forever. Or until I need the toilet. The other reason is that I hate the way that everything is scheduled during the term and how everything is the same and I see the same people every day as I walk home from school and how everything is so predictable and nothing is ever different. I wish I didn't have to think. Also I understand Salome's thing now. Or I have for ages but I didn't like think about it. Or don't. And I hate Christmas. And there are two extremely obese pigeons in next doors garden. Or not next door they're all the way around the corner but they're garden is at the end of ours. There were four but two of them flew away and before that there was just one I remember because they look like doves, they could be doves I don't know but doves aren't normally that fat, and I was thinking aren't there normally two doves together. Oh. Now there's just one. There are some doves which are definitely doves round the corner which always sit together in the tree in the people's garden which has a spiral staircase onto the roof and there's blue paint on the pavement a bit further along the road which has been there since before I can remember but not before I can remember remembering because I remember thinking when I was about three that it wasn't there before. Or something. Maybe I'm making it up. I hate writing remember because I always miss out letters and then I have to go back and fix it and that's annoying. From here I can see eighteen gardens. Or, not really but I can see that there are gardens there because I can see where the walls are. Because is another one. I can see one squirrel doing stupid tail wagging and eight sheds and two office blocks and three rubbish bins. The dove (debatedly) just flew away. So I can't see that. Oh, actually I can but not completely it's hidden a bit by a skinny tree with a silver trunk and purpley brown branches and leaves. I can see that too. Why am I listing things I can see? Anyway.
Hm. I'm bored. Boredboredbored. I've written a lot. Alotalotalot. The pigeon's on a chimney now. Chimneychimneynow.
I've decided it is a pigeon. My dad is going to be angry. Because I'm still in my pyjamas (kind of) and I haven't written my thankyou letters and I said I would and also. Also. Also. Oh god I've forgotten. I wish I could speak German. Also to have a icon thing on livejournal because it's annoying me that I can't get one a lot. It sends me to a different website if I try and I'm probably being very stupid but I really can't work out what I'm doing wrong. The answer is going to be extremely simple and I'll look like an idiot but I would rather that than to never find out so if you have any idea what I'm talking about can you please tell me how.
Hahaha the livejournal spellcheck thing doesn't know how to spell livejournal. And I thought thankyou could be one word. Apparently not. And it says debatedly isn't a word, which it probably isn't but I don't think debated ly is either.
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No more chips.
Jan. 4th, 2006 | 01:54 pm
Yay. I have a webcam. I like webcam. But it doesn't work a lot and when it does Louis uses it. Damn him. Anyway Christmas was fun I watched South Park and Family Guy which annoys me quite a lot but it can be funny and we walked down from where the hippies live to the power station a few times and then with the Elweses we drove to a really weird place and then from there we walked to the hippy church place which took hours and hours so we went and had a huge lunch at a pub and I had scampi and chips and Nobby's Nuts. I didn't like the fist ones we had I liked the salty ones. Louis has his exams for Habs on Friday but all the practise ones he did were really hard most of the stuff we've barely done at school yet. It's probably harder than GCSE and he's only in year eight. Stupid. Also UCS did their exam one and a half years before the people are actually going to go there which is even more stupid. I really like the Velvet Underground except no-one's heard of it but they should have. Because it's good and also because nearly everyone ripped off the way they did their songs and the introductions and things. Apparently. But I didn't know that.
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Glue
Dec. 20th, 2005 | 04:12 pm
I didn't have doritos. I found some tuna and tost and lots of mayonnnaise which is something I do like. But it gets in my braces. I need to brush my teeth. A bit badly.
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Holidays
Dec. 20th, 2005 | 03:57 pm
I'm tired and I want lunch. I haven't even had breakfast. Well I had some chocolate. And doritos. But that was ages ago and it's almost four and I want lunch. But there's no food. Apart from doritos. Actually that will do. Yay. Doritos.
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More
Dec. 20th, 2005 | 03:56 pm
Another one:
not(i say the world
yes any world is much to
hold one tiny this with
time's
more than
most how
immesurable
anguish
pregnant one fearless
one good yes
completely knid
mindheart one true one generous child-
man
-god one eager
souldoll one
unsellable not buyable alive
one i say human being)one
goldberger
not(i say the world
yes any world is much to
hold one tiny this with
time's
more than
most how
immesurable
anguish
pregnant one fearless
one good yes
completely knid
mindheart one true one generous child-
man
-god one eager
souldoll one
unsellable not buyable alive
one i say human being)one
goldberger
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A pome for youu
Dec. 20th, 2005 | 03:38 pm
(While you and i have lips which
are for kissing and to sing with
who cares if some oneeyed son of a bitch
invents an instrunment to measure spring with?
each dream nacitur,is not made . . .)
why then to Hell with that:the other;this,
since the thing perhaps is
to eat flowers and not to be afraid.
I like e.e. cummings. He is cool. Or his poems are. I don't know him. Or is he dead? I don't know. He was alive when this book was published. But that was in 1960. He's probably dead.
are for kissing and to sing with
who cares if some oneeyed son of a bitch
invents an instrunment to measure spring with?
each dream nacitur,is not made . . .)
why then to Hell with that:the other;this,
since the thing perhaps is
to eat flowers and not to be afraid.
I like e.e. cummings. He is cool. Or his poems are. I don't know him. Or is he dead? I don't know. He was alive when this book was published. But that was in 1960. He's probably dead.
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Ages
Nov. 14th, 2005 | 09:23 pm
She looks into sunken eyes,
Full of stolen light,
And hollow tears.
BAM
Full of stolen light,
And hollow tears.
BAM