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ravenIt seems like it's been a long day. I got to know Saria a little better today. She strikes me as nice, and will probably be a lot more talkative than she is now. She's also already made the obvious observations concerning Becky O. "She's a bit full of herself, isn't she?"
Oh, doll, you have no idea.
I think all of us (the people assigned to looking after Saria, that is) were a little worried about her first meeting of Mrs Custard. I mean, she's a wonderful teacher and a hilarious human being, but she does take some getting used to. After all, she talks like this all the time. But in the spirit of irony... Mrs Custard had lost her voice. She'd really lost it. As in, she couldn't talk above a very low sinister whisper, which made life very difficult. She did manage to explain voltmeters to me, but not much else. I ended up explaining to Saria what Comic Relief is, what Becky O's Random Fit Person Complex is, what mufti is, what the red noses are, why we do this, what KGV is, why we're all howling lunatics, blah, blah, blah, and all the while I was thinking, we must be strange people. Five years together and we have these weird sub-culture nuances that needs explaining at so much length she must think I'm nuts. Add that to the fact Becca has already explained slash to the poor innocent new girl, as part of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cucharita's drive to corrupt her, and I think I need not go on.
Comic Relief. That's the other thing. In the morning my mother rang to say she couldn't get hold of any red hair spray, so in the afternoon, Becca and I went into Crosby village. I couldn't get red hair spray anywhere. A few shops had signs up - "No hair spray! Red, or any other colour!"
And we went to Sainsbury's for a nose - Becca didn't have any money, so I figured I'd buy her one - but they were sold out. Sold outer than out. It was very frustrating. In the end, I bought glitter hair spray from somewhere, and then Becca suggested we go to Attika to cheer ourselves up.
So we went to Attika; but they didn't have much stuff, either. Couldn't find any nice earrings, so we came out from there, and I nearly ran headlong into Ramneek and Chanun (family friend and her spoiled brat of a daughter). They were out looking for red noses and hair spray too. I sadly informed them everywhere was sold out, the kid threatened a tantrum, they wandered off and Becca and I left the village.
But despite all that, I stayed in a good mood. I bought my ticket, used the last of my spare change to buy a Kinder Bueno, and when I reached the station platform, the train was just coasting into the station. Good mood. I'm home, and I have even decided what to wear. Red top - "No, I'm not a lesbian," - ripped jeans, plus white hoodie. I want to do something stupid for Comic Relief - no, not wear pyjamas, (someone, forget who) wear the boys' uniform, (Julie) or wear three ties (Becca) or even do a sponsored silence (Fidan - no, not kidding). I might, however, turn up barefoot. Sounds like fun, is sufficiently ludicrous, and is definitely something that is possible.
So:
[Poll #112351]
Oh, doll, you have no idea.
I think all of us (the people assigned to looking after Saria, that is) were a little worried about her first meeting of Mrs Custard. I mean, she's a wonderful teacher and a hilarious human being, but she does take some getting used to. After all, she talks like this all the time. But in the spirit of irony... Mrs Custard had lost her voice. She'd really lost it. As in, she couldn't talk above a very low sinister whisper, which made life very difficult. She did manage to explain voltmeters to me, but not much else. I ended up explaining to Saria what Comic Relief is, what Becky O's Random Fit Person Complex is, what mufti is, what the red noses are, why we do this, what KGV is, why we're all howling lunatics, blah, blah, blah, and all the while I was thinking, we must be strange people. Five years together and we have these weird sub-culture nuances that needs explaining at so much length she must think I'm nuts. Add that to the fact Becca has already explained slash to the poor innocent new girl, as part of
cucharita's drive to corrupt her, and I think I need not go on.Comic Relief. That's the other thing. In the morning my mother rang to say she couldn't get hold of any red hair spray, so in the afternoon, Becca and I went into Crosby village. I couldn't get red hair spray anywhere. A few shops had signs up - "No hair spray! Red, or any other colour!"
And we went to Sainsbury's for a nose - Becca didn't have any money, so I figured I'd buy her one - but they were sold out. Sold outer than out. It was very frustrating. In the end, I bought glitter hair spray from somewhere, and then Becca suggested we go to Attika to cheer ourselves up.
So we went to Attika; but they didn't have much stuff, either. Couldn't find any nice earrings, so we came out from there, and I nearly ran headlong into Ramneek and Chanun (family friend and her spoiled brat of a daughter). They were out looking for red noses and hair spray too. I sadly informed them everywhere was sold out, the kid threatened a tantrum, they wandered off and Becca and I left the village.
But despite all that, I stayed in a good mood. I bought my ticket, used the last of my spare change to buy a Kinder Bueno, and when I reached the station platform, the train was just coasting into the station. Good mood. I'm home, and I have even decided what to wear. Red top - "No, I'm not a lesbian," - ripped jeans, plus white hoodie. I want to do something stupid for Comic Relief - no, not wear pyjamas, (someone, forget who) wear the boys' uniform, (Julie) or wear three ties (Becca) or even do a sponsored silence (Fidan - no, not kidding). I might, however, turn up barefoot. Sounds like fun, is sufficiently ludicrous, and is definitely something that is possible.
So:
[Poll #112351]
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on 2003-03-13 10:03 am (UTC)Er, sorry. Just... I lived in England for 6 months in '93. I miss the place. *plots her move back*
As for barefoot--heh. I go barefoot half the time -anyway-.
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on 2003-03-13 10:12 am (UTC)I never knew you lived here... wasn't anywhere near here, I'm guessing, but still, good to know.
And Marks and Sparks... mention coming soon!
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on 2003-03-13 10:22 am (UTC)We lived in a nice little village called Farnham. I really can't tell you what region, without asking my parents since I was 8 at the time.
The bestest best thing I remember tho, is the ice cream packages at gas stations. You know, the packaged cones and suchlike? Unlike their american counterparts, they taste -good-. So does English candy and English chocolate.
*s* Yes, I adore the food of England (and the castles and the.. er, we'll just say I'm an anglophile). I've never gotten why my countrymen put it down. o.O
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on 2003-03-13 11:01 am (UTC)It's a pretty full can thing.
I'll bring it in tomorrow.
*nods*
Oh and I'm gonna go barefoot too I think. Though I'll have to bring some shoes aswell.
Most likely anyway.
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on 2003-03-13 11:02 am (UTC)AAAH.
AAAAAASDFHLDSKJF.
I WANT TO GO TO ENGLAND. IT'S NOT FAIR, DAMMIT, IT'S NOT FAIR.
(i am stomping my feet a la a 3 year old at this very moment. my poor keyboard has never taken such a beating.)
hmph. i have to wait another year. HMPH.
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on 2003-03-13 12:02 pm (UTC)And barefoot=good. D'you think we can make it a sponsory thing?
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on 2003-03-13 12:05 pm (UTC)[But why do you wanna come? You live in a sunny place in the US. Here, we have rain and dullness and an entire nation of tea-drinkers]
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on 2003-03-13 12:40 pm (UTC)plus school wouldn't agree with barefootedness.
It's a hazard incase we stand on something
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on 2003-03-13 12:42 pm (UTC)haha.. no one woul ever know from reading my livejournal that i actually have a brain.. it's a bunch of pointless rambling. but. i plan on focusing the last couple of years of my literature studies on old english/middle english literature and i want to go to Cambridge to do a summer study on medieval literature. but. .. those plans are definitely not set in concrete. heh.
BLAH. I'M JUST TIRED OF HOT WEATHER. I LIKE RAIN <3
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on 2003-03-13 02:43 pm (UTC)It couldn't be worse than walking through a village full of thatched cottages dressed as The Scarlet Pimpernel and hopefully shaking a Comic Relief tin. Oh God. I really did that. Fuck.
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on 2003-03-14 09:18 am (UTC)Should I ask why the Scarlet Pimpernel? Or would you rather I didn't...