Adeste Fideles

According to the modem diagnostics, I've been online for the last five and a half hours.
For the last two of those, purplerainbow, snowdrop24 and I have been writing (and annoying each other).
The result (from me, at least) is this:
Adeste Fideles - Stargate fic, surprisingly enough, and what's more, Christmas fic.
I'm going to bed now.
Good night.

Good morning, sunshine!

So, my dentist thinks I'm stressed.
I had to ride my bike to the dentist because both my beloved parents are AWOL, two miles in freezing cold and driving rain, getting drenched by passing cars and lorries who couldn't hear me swearing at them over the noise of the puddles spraying everywhere, and he thinks I'm stressed.
Apparently, it's unlikely my teeth are moving back as I'd thought. He thinks that due to stress, I may be grinding my teeth in my sleep, which is hard to diagnose, he said, "Because you're asleep!"
Sarcasm aside, he's not a bad guy, for a dentist. He has really cool hair. (I think that last sentence was a misguided thing to say - seems to reek of OMG-what-a-fucking-shallow-teenager-am-I-lol?!!111!!!.)
I have to find out who my orthodontist was six years ago. All I can remember is he was based in Hamilton Square, which isn't exceedingly helpful. But the cool-hair-dentist-guy was very nice about it, and sent me back to the reception to give them that little card thing. The receptionists seemed to think I was cute - "She's only fifteen - look at her little red gloves!")
To go on. It's very hard to convincingly describe what it is like to ride two miles in the rain, because there are centres of the human brain that block memories of pain, so the shock of it will be just as intense next time. Blame God for this bit of trickery.
Anyway, I was going to have a shower now, but I don't think I really have the time or inclination. My hair is in a bit of a state, but as soon as it's tied up and soaked with rainwater, I don't think anyone will notice. And besides, I have to be at the self-serve ticket machine in Liverpool Central Station by one, to meet snowdrop24, who was supposed to be revising today, but has decided to help me buy stuff.
Last night is a bit of a blur. Em and I have been described by purplerainbow as "nocturnal creatures" and this reminds me of the nights during the summer where we stayed up until the small hours of the morning, putting together Paradise Lost.
So, it's a quarter to twelve now. I should aim to leave at twelve.
And it's still raining.

Leaving through the window

So... I did wash my hair. The moment I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I decided I couldn't possibly get away with it, and launched myself at the shower.
So, I ran out of the house ten minutes later convinced I was going to catch pneumonia. My hair did begin to dry, but as I told Em at the time, I looked like a complete vamp.... hair flying everywhere, black coat flying out behind me....
So... Em (snowdrop24) have spent the day together. She was under strict instructions not to buy anything, so for once, she was helping me buy stuff.
We went to Quiggins first. It is now full of banners saying, "Save Quiggins: Save our Culture." I'm in complete agreement. The plan is to move Liverpool's City Centre to where Quiggins is now, and build over Chavasse. I really can't believe they're closing it down. It's irreplacable - it wasn't built, it grew - and there are so many things you get there you don't get anywhere else. And if they build over Chavasse, then what are we going to do with ourselves?
Em and I signed the petition in Woodstock for the third time running, all the time discussing the unfairness of it all. I was rendered almost speechless, and Em observed that it had to be fairly momentous to shut me up. Also while we were in there, I bought a spring chain, figuring I might as well, if the whole thing is going to be closed down! The woman there told me that the chains hanging there were the last ones - no replacements, so I bought it with much less guilt that I would have done otherwise.
After we left there, we had lunch - pasties from Sayers - and wandered around the city. In Claire's, I bought a red and silver spiked necklace, and Em bought the last part of her costume, a suede belt with hanging medallion-type things. I liked it, but she was doubtful about the colour. I don't think anyone will notice.
We did a lot of wandering around the city today, as we do always. We went in a circle going round all the stations - Central, Moorfields, and Lime Street - though we didn't go to James Street, and so walk twenty pence' worth on the train. If that makes sense.
A lot of shops seemed to be having problems today - catching fire and losing power, and there were fire engines coming to and fro the whole afternoon. It was odd. Em's inspired idea was to find the next shop and turn off the power. I declined. We went into HMV and the subject of my many, many phobias came up - the escalator one has an explanation, at least. When I was much younger and in London with my family, we were there on the day King's Cross Station caught fire. We were on the top of the escalator when the base of it caught fire - the fire was spreading beneath us and we just had to run. I can only remember this very vaguely, but it certainly accounts for my phobia(!)
And... I bought a portable CD player today! I still don't know why I don't have one, or rather didn't have one. And I was only going to get a cheap one, but I thought if I was going to get one I might as well get a nice one, and the one I have now is extremely nice. Em burnt Something Corporate's album Leaving Through The Window for me, and I'm happily listening to it...
I also have some new fanfic to read. I don't watch Buffy, but purplerainbow's fiction is always an event...

I don't know.

I'm bored.
This feels wrong. This feels strange, like I shouldn't be here at all, and I had written some fic, but it just feels wrong and I don't want to post anything.
I don't have any idea what I mean when I say it, but I really feel wrong. I don't know what to do.
It's wrong, it's all wrong, I don't know, it's just wrong, I want to go home.