| Yesterday. |
[19 May 2007|11:17am] |
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So anyway (the short version) - Passport office is good, Natural History Museum is fantastic, trains are poo, is my general conclusion.
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| Um... A little better, today, actually... |
[14 May 2007|03:43pm] |
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So, I don't know why, there's no particular rhyme or reason, unless it is that today I am home again with Tom and the world seems to have righted itself somewhat. I have cautiously extended tendrils to the outside world from within our safe cocoon, and so far it goes well. I have done washing. I have phoned the passport office and have an appointment for Friday, which will give me a passport in a week from then. I have phoned my mother and begged and whined and she has agreed to come with me AND pay the 90 squid fee, until payday, which should mean we can afford to pay what I owe the Student Loans Company for my late deferral. I have agreed with Matt that I won't be attending another LARP event till Renewal (August BH), which means effectively that I can spend two weekends at least being spoilt by my mother while he goes off and does things.
My plants aren't dead, and the cat hasn't entirely disappeared (thanks to the efforts of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) maleghast, to whom I owe at least a hot dinner and some wine). Copious application of lemsip and tea has deadened the hideous cold I had yesterday somewhat.
All it needs is for Matt to be on time to take me riding tonight, and I think I could actually be persuaded to think the world is not an entirely bad place. And the craziest thing - from this point, I can't actually say why I was so damned depressed last week. Maybe it was being forced into a situation where all the insecurities the depression thrust upon me were highlighted and tattooed across my skull in a "Normal people don't feel like this!" kind of way. Maybe it was just being overridden by people with less intelligence and social skills than the average housebrick. But now, at home, none of that matters. I am In My Place, and it will do.
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| Birthday! And quiz! |
[29 Jun 2006|01:56pm] |
It's my birthday in one week. I would like to do something for it, but we are away the weekend after. So. This Saturday... delvy, please can you fix it for me to go to Kew Gardens for a picnic? Please please please?
Edited to add: Or you may take/send me horseriding...
In other, er, well not news, just randomness, I have a book with 19 of my favourite poems in it. So. Here are all the first lines. Give me the poet, the poem, and the next line. No googling or Oxford Dictionary of English Verse-ing please! Virtual cookies for correct answers, virtual spankings for incorrect ones.
( PoetryQuiz )
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| Up to *here* |
[23 Feb 2006|01:46pm] |
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Right, that's it, I've had enough. Apparently no one else is going to say anything, so I will. (By the way this concerns WoW so anyone who is uninterested or unconnected with such can safely switch off now, unless of course they are genuinely curious to see what form my fury will take.)
wulfboy and nattydreadai, I have had enough of the pair of you. I love you both dearly but I have no interest at the moment in being anywhere near either of you when it comes to WoW, unless by some miracle you decide to sort out whatever is going on in your tiny male brains.
Here's the real deal, for both of you, as fairly as I can put it.
Yes, Rich, you are a selfish player. You may be getting better, or it may simply be that suddenly we are cool and you are willing to hang out with us and help you out. But, to put it simply, you are a tart. You find it impossible to deal with one close group of friends, and you are constantly moving on to whatever seems newer or cooler at the time. You would rather play outside the guild than inside, and you brag about stuff you really shouldn't. Furthermore, just so you know, when people *ask* is the right time to give advice. There is more than one way to play the game, yours is *not* the only right way, and you are not right about everything. That's that sorted then.
Andy, you are behaving irrationally. Either accept how Rich plays the game or kick up a fuss, don't sit and stew over it. You are extending all your bitterness on to Rich, when it's not really only Rich who has annoyed you, and I dare say not all of it is actually anything to do with the game. Yes you have made incredible efforts to help me and Matt out and we *do* appreciate it - why does it bother you that other people haven't? It doesn't bother me, it just meant my opinion of you was higher.
Here's the crunch point though - why is it *me* saying this? I'm not the IC or OOC leader of the guild, I haven't even been playing that long. This is Arwel's job but he refuses to do it because you are all a big bunch of boys. You'd rather sit and whinge than do something about it.
While we're on the subject - Matt I am *not* your five point alchemist girlfriend and I would appreciate it if you could stop treating me as such. Nor am I some stepping stone on the path to you becoming Senior High Warlord God, or whatever you're aiming for. You can take a *grown up pill* too.
Are you all friends, or not?
Right. Well. I think that's all I wanted to say really. I think I've offended the maximum amount of people, in really quite a small number of words. Oh well. You were all depressing me and I've had enough. If you *actually* give a crap about me in RL or in a game, perhaps you'll try and sort it out. Yar. Get back to me on that one then.
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
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| the world is poo |
[03 Feb 2006|12:40pm] |
Well, it's true.
WoW is back and this is good as I don't spend as much time thinking. Need to do some housework today but cleaning up the cat sick kinda makes me feel I've paid my dues. Still *very* up and down at the moment.
In other news, I have started stealing Tom's dummy during the day and so far it goes well.
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| Evil MMPORGs |
[23 Jan 2006|05:00pm] |
WoW has officially taken over our lives. Sadly this has coincided with Wanadoo cutting off our broadband due to evil bank antics, so we are on messy dial ups at the mo. WoW is also to blame for me missing people on messenger - I apologise whole heartedly to everyone, it's not my fault, my computer seems to load Messenger even when I tell it not to so I'm not actually aware it's telling everyone I'm online when it should say "busy"... cos I can't actually tell if people are messaging me or not.
But other than that, things are... OK. Not great, but OK. Hopefully in a couple of weeks though we'll have something to celebrate... But more on that later.
Hugs to everyone, I do still think of you, I just have a small addiction problem which hopefully will ease off once I'm 60th lvl. *grin*
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| An Update - with apologies |
[05 Jan 2006|05:08am] |
...mostly to s0b who I keep missing... See Tom and I have had this cold which we originally got two weeks before Christmas from Matt, the little sweetheart. And I had it for a week and spent most of the week lying in bed - Matt had to work from home a couple of days, it was really fluey. And then Tom caught it, natch, and was ill for about a week, coughy and coldy and not leaving me any time to do anything much. And then after Christmas, like last weekend, I got it back again and spent most of the weekend and first half of this week in bed or playing on the computer. And then Tom caught it again, and now Matt has it.
Hopefully this will be the last batch and then the evil virus will "die die die".
So anyway sob, big sorry and hope we can still sort out a hack together x
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| Humbug. |
[30 Dec 2005|10:57pm] |
Well it was all ok in the end really. My brother's house for christmas cos mum was feuding with everyone and I couldn't be @rsed with it, and that was wierd. This is teenager Christmas - everyone at their own computers by 6pm and Mum (my SiL) watching Emmerdale downstairs. Weird.
Matt's family was more fun, although the usual WWIII break out over Triv was more than usually life threatening.
And then we got snowed out of visiting my Dad.
So now home and Matt is enjoying his Christmas present (WoW) which is kinda ok cos - well, it's Christmas, and he'll be bored of in three weeks - and also he plays on the laptop so I get the puter.
Been a weird few weeks mostly because Tom and I have had interchangeable coldy/fluey thing, where we keep swapping it between us. But victory on the D1rect L1ne front - hahaha, they owe me £4.50! Huzzah for me.
Just getting prepped to get the life back online and do some stuff I want to with it - starting, I think, with this bedroom... Later!
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| Monday morning |
[21 Nov 2005|01:31pm] |
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So I went away for the weekend, went to Mums in fact, which was nice but incredibly frustrating because everything I had planned didn't work out. But we did end up in IKEA so it wasn't all bad. Mum has offered to buy us a wardrobe but we have to sort transport from IKEA to our house - it wouldn't fit in either of our cars, but then I have a KA and she has a Micra. Any volunteers would be welcome...
Last night I decided to read Nick Hornby's "A Long Way Down", which was a birthday present from blue_room and erestania. From the moment I turned the first page I was hooked and so five hours later I finished it. It was... absolutely brilliant. To me, it seemed he captured the nature of depression so perfectly through the lives of these four people - it was kind of depressing, and uplifting, all in one. I think hepstar and erestania would definitely both enjoy it.
Anyway... I believe there is still some chocolate in the house so if you will excuse me, I must go and dispose of it... Oh, s0b, sorry I haven't mailed you but see above for frantic-weekend-ness. Will do so later, promise x
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| Things to amuse... |
[18 Nov 2005|02:40pm] |
So Matt kindly got me up this morning in time for playgroup. Well, with two hours to spare actually, but the thought was there. I decided to remain upstanding until time came to cross the park. It was actually worth getting up early to see the whole park covered in frost, the grass all silvery white and everything so calm and strangely peaceful. Although playgroup was closed.
And whilst crossing the park I had a revelation. I was busy composing a woman's version of Rudyard Kipling's "If", which started -
"If you can keep your head while all about you
Are losing their keys/wallets/shirts/hair/temper and blaming it on you"
- And I suddenly realised why Mums come out with that famous phrase, "Where did you lose it?" It's actually a polite way of saying, "How the hell would I know? Why don't you think about it yourself instead of bothering me? I am neither psychic nor omniscient though I understand that sometimes I may give that impression."
A further revelation came to me later when I was looking at Gloucestershire and Wales in the map book in an attempt to do some family history stuff. Apparently there is a place in the Black Mountains called "Lord Hereford's Knob". Whether this is because it is the biggest knob for miles around, or because it is smaller than all the proper Welsh knobs in the Brecons I am unsure...
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| Hello again, LJ world... |
[05 Nov 2005|12:04am] |
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I am back (almost) in the land of the living, I think. It is still hard - and I never liked Winter so unfortunately it is getting harder. I am actually descended from some sort of bear, or possibly squirrel, and there is a part of me which would really like to hibernate. Sadly my child has not adopted these genes, indeed he has his father's cheery attitude to mornings, and thus my natural urges (only to sleep!) are forcibly unfulfilled.
Picture, if you will, a warm, cosy bed in which I am comfortably ensconced. I probably actually fell asleep about three hours ago because I am a bit of an insomniac (more on that later) and my shoulder is playing up quite badly. Now add a small child happily climbing the stairs from where Daddy left him watching telly and eating toast. The sound makes me stir... I know it signals the end of my happy cosiness... But I remain in bed, desperately pretending to myself that there is a chance he will go straight past. I pull the covers up slightly higher (that ceased to fool him about a year ago)... Then there is the pause as he reaches the landing. Then the giggle when he looks in and sees a prone target. Then... "Mum! Mum! Mum!" repeated ad infinitum until I give in and open one eye. Then he climbs on to the bed and pulls the duvet off me. One morning he actually handed me my dressing gown.
I refuse to give in gracefully until he learns to bring me coffee.
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| change of plans |
[07 Jul 2005|09:59pm] |
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What a day. What can you say? Most of its been said before - suffice to say that, like caddyman I felt proud to be a Londoner today. It may not be fashionable but, hey, what spirit, what co-operation, and what resilience. That's all I can say.
Owing to today's events I will not, as previously advertised, be going to B-Movie tomorrow. Somehow it just doesn't seem appropriate, and I don't want to add to any further problems. We will be giggling over a meal and cocktails instead.
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| Well. |
[03 Jul 2005|10:54pm] |
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Some of the replies to my last post I think were interesting. Or not.
I do not generally make my posts public for a reason; that reason is that I am still quite vulnerable at the moment and I don't need arseholes who have no clue about the situation to go bringing their own, firmly held (and therefore irrefutable by anyone else's arguments or feelings) opinions into my LJ.
How DARE someone accuse me of living off the state and suggest that they are paying for me to stay at home? Seriously, physical violence springs to mind. I have been working since I was sixteen, I have never signed on or collected benefits, ever. I have paid extortionate levels of tax and national insurance, all of which were paid in case I got ill and the state had to support me.
Guess what, now I am ill and the state still isn't supporting me, Matt is.
What business is that of anyone else's anyway?
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