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Leather rose - [extremely long entry]
Sep. 29th, 2002 08:48 pmI am so tired. I'm beyond tired. When sitting at this computer, I can never resist singing to myself, but when I'm this tired, it sounds like I'm crying. Which works with songs like Suicide is Painless and On a Plain, but crying while singing Punk Rock Princess is not such a brilliant idea.
This morning seems so long ago - it feels like yesterday. I woke up at nine, at Hannah's house in Liscard, to find I'd fallen asleep during Armageddon, and not only was I wrapped up in about half a dozen different blankets and lying half on top of Hannah, I was also fully dressed. Complete with earrings, bracelets and chains, all of which had been digging into me the whole night.
Anyway, I said goodbye to Em and Clare, and Hannah took me to the bus stop and endeavoured to explain to me which bus to get and where to get off, and what to do once I'd done that. She planned for me to go to Conway Park station, but unfortunately following instructions is not something I'm good at, and somehow or other, I ended up at Birkenhead Park. There was industrial action on the lines to Biston today - if that had been Liverpool, I would have probably curled up somewhere on the platform and cried. As it was, I went down to the platform and the train was right there. I had to run. Running for a train on your own isn't fun - it's only when you're with other people that it becomes an exhilarating experience.
I got the train into Central, got another train towards the north, and because I seemed to have unintentionally timed my journey perfectly, I ended up arriving in Crosby forty-five minutes early. So, much to her amazement, I appeared on Becca's doorstep, and we ended up watching that old Friends episode where they go to the beach and play strip Happy Days game before we went up to school.
The pop concert rehearsal was exhausting. There were too many people, and I was so tired, and I had to ad lib everything (with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eniddy) because of our lack of a script. I didn't get home until about five, and had one of several fights with mother, as well as missing Enterprise and M*A*S*H because of that ridiculous rehearsal. The good part was the pom-poms of the Mickey dance.
The day before yesterday, I was with Becca in town, although we spent most of the day in Starbucks. I decided I want a portable CD player - I have no idea why I don't have one. Other things I saw - well, two necklaces. One heavy silver and red metal spiky theing, which I loved, and a silver and red beaded chain with a small leather rose pendant.
I will pitch all this to my mother in a while. I can guilt trip her into buying me some of the stuff I want - I returned a couple of the tops she got me for my birthday, because they were falling to bits, and gave her the credit notes to look after. She promptly spent them on herself. Guilt is a handy tool.
Anyway.... hello to all the new people on my friends list. *waves* Not all of my posts will be like this, I promise. They might even make sense once in a while.
And talking of friends - I was away for two days, and came back to five pages of friends entries! Skip=105....
I wanted to give Hannah an LJ code, but her computer is fucked. Anyway, am going to watch Frasier now. I missed my livejournal... and I was only away from it for 48 hours....
This morning seems so long ago - it feels like yesterday. I woke up at nine, at Hannah's house in Liscard, to find I'd fallen asleep during Armageddon, and not only was I wrapped up in about half a dozen different blankets and lying half on top of Hannah, I was also fully dressed. Complete with earrings, bracelets and chains, all of which had been digging into me the whole night.
Anyway, I said goodbye to Em and Clare, and Hannah took me to the bus stop and endeavoured to explain to me which bus to get and where to get off, and what to do once I'd done that. She planned for me to go to Conway Park station, but unfortunately following instructions is not something I'm good at, and somehow or other, I ended up at Birkenhead Park. There was industrial action on the lines to Biston today - if that had been Liverpool, I would have probably curled up somewhere on the platform and cried. As it was, I went down to the platform and the train was right there. I had to run. Running for a train on your own isn't fun - it's only when you're with other people that it becomes an exhilarating experience.
I got the train into Central, got another train towards the north, and because I seemed to have unintentionally timed my journey perfectly, I ended up arriving in Crosby forty-five minutes early. So, much to her amazement, I appeared on Becca's doorstep, and we ended up watching that old Friends episode where they go to the beach and play strip Happy Days game before we went up to school.
The pop concert rehearsal was exhausting. There were too many people, and I was so tired, and I had to ad lib everything (with
eniddy) because of our lack of a script. I didn't get home until about five, and had one of several fights with mother, as well as missing Enterprise and M*A*S*H because of that ridiculous rehearsal. The good part was the pom-poms of the Mickey dance.The day before yesterday, I was with Becca in town, although we spent most of the day in Starbucks. I decided I want a portable CD player - I have no idea why I don't have one. Other things I saw - well, two necklaces. One heavy silver and red metal spiky theing, which I loved, and a silver and red beaded chain with a small leather rose pendant.
I will pitch all this to my mother in a while. I can guilt trip her into buying me some of the stuff I want - I returned a couple of the tops she got me for my birthday, because they were falling to bits, and gave her the credit notes to look after. She promptly spent them on herself. Guilt is a handy tool.
Anyway.... hello to all the new people on my friends list. *waves* Not all of my posts will be like this, I promise. They might even make sense once in a while.
And talking of friends - I was away for two days, and came back to five pages of friends entries! Skip=105....
I wanted to give Hannah an LJ code, but her computer is fucked. Anyway, am going to watch Frasier now. I missed my livejournal... and I was only away from it for 48 hours....
