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All-fucking-get-out
Jul. 27th, 2002 09:28 pmI seem uncapable of writing anything in here when I want to. I can only write here when I have something else I should be doing on the computer, and yet the title bar contains the words "LiveJournal - Raven" and I feel the mouse pointer straying.
Anyway. Went to Southport today. I may have thought it vaguely before, but Southport really is the old people capital of the world. Not that there's a hell of a lot of stuff to do in Liverpool, but it's do-able. Southport - boring as all-fucking-get-out. I was with Becca as per usual, and we did try going to places, but it all got boring in the end. Pedar has said something in the past about department store cafes; I agree with him now. There's more to life than overpriced sandwiches and cappuccino spelt with a K.
Came back a little later - tired, and with no idea where the last four hours went. And then mother arrived, laden with food and the news that Bala had never been to the beach, and had always wanted to go. She then made me change my jeans (why, for the love of God why?) and started bustling around as she does in times of stress. But I didn't mind Bala coming; she's sweet and she means well and again, she's sweet.
I was busy downloading the video codecs I wanted, the ones I got thrown off the Straight Dope for, and also I'd begun downloading Abyss. Then Bala came, and we went up to the beach. I don't have much to say about it, except one thing I have not lacked today has been exercise. While walking across the dunes, I found a pair of Bay Trading Company shorts that someone had left to dry and then forgotten about. I hate the tourist season up here; it's so busy, and there's so much noise and litter and it drives me nuts, and yet it's the price you pay. Up here in the middle of nowhere, we seem to get eleven months of peace, beauty and tranquility, and then four weekends of sunny crowded hell.
They're all downstairs now, doing whatever it is they do, and so I've been reading the TNG book Devil's Heart but I've finished it now and am bored. Oh, yeah - bought a book today - Voyager: Endgame. It's strange how it was called Endgames, but somewhere along the way the final "S" seems to have been dropped.
Oh, well. That's it. I'm tired now.
Anyway. Went to Southport today. I may have thought it vaguely before, but Southport really is the old people capital of the world. Not that there's a hell of a lot of stuff to do in Liverpool, but it's do-able. Southport - boring as all-fucking-get-out. I was with Becca as per usual, and we did try going to places, but it all got boring in the end. Pedar has said something in the past about department store cafes; I agree with him now. There's more to life than overpriced sandwiches and cappuccino spelt with a K.
Came back a little later - tired, and with no idea where the last four hours went. And then mother arrived, laden with food and the news that Bala had never been to the beach, and had always wanted to go. She then made me change my jeans (why, for the love of God why?) and started bustling around as she does in times of stress. But I didn't mind Bala coming; she's sweet and she means well and again, she's sweet.
I was busy downloading the video codecs I wanted, the ones I got thrown off the Straight Dope for, and also I'd begun downloading Abyss. Then Bala came, and we went up to the beach. I don't have much to say about it, except one thing I have not lacked today has been exercise. While walking across the dunes, I found a pair of Bay Trading Company shorts that someone had left to dry and then forgotten about. I hate the tourist season up here; it's so busy, and there's so much noise and litter and it drives me nuts, and yet it's the price you pay. Up here in the middle of nowhere, we seem to get eleven months of peace, beauty and tranquility, and then four weekends of sunny crowded hell.
They're all downstairs now, doing whatever it is they do, and so I've been reading the TNG book Devil's Heart but I've finished it now and am bored. Oh, yeah - bought a book today - Voyager: Endgame. It's strange how it was called Endgames, but somewhere along the way the final "S" seems to have been dropped.
Oh, well. That's it. I'm tired now.
