Flamewar

I wanted to write tonight, I seem to remember. But thanks to lilka, eniddy and captain_kruger, I ended up taking part in that stupid, ridiculous, fucking flamewar.
And kittysplitter, obviously. Can't forget to thank the kitty-eared one.
Not that I blame mes amies, of course - it was fun. I haven't been so amused in a while. I used to wonder whether we, in our patronising sarcastic wisdom, exaggerated the qualities of your average scally.
I'm not wondering any more.
Right. Now I'm going to try and write something.
Not that I will succeed.

"Je suis desolée, je ne parle pas francais."

I went out today with Hannah (purplerainbow), Emily (snowdrop24, and Clare (osiris13). Despite some unpleasantness in the morning involving my mother and a truckload of revision, I managed to get out of the house and on to the right train without any hysteria.

I like the train ride into Liverpool from here - it's a natural progression from a very rural area, which then transforms into the land owned by the Ministry of Defence, which becomes semi-urban (Crosby) and then industrial (the docks) which finally becomes the centre of a big city (Moorfields). I may be alone in this, but I tend to see living metaphors wherever I look nowadays - just before Bank Hall Station, I saw a flock of birds fly up from around the railway line, across the station, over the factories/corn silos, and out to sea. I found it an inexplicably symbolic moment.

I was on time at Central. Hannah had un petit cadeau for me - the burnt CD I asked for, which has the best track list ever. I'd never heard Konstantine or Suicide is Painless on CD before. The first thing they did was give me two cookies, and the first thing we did together was go to Quiggins to help Hannah spend her birthday money. I had my £250, but I didn't buy anything. It was quite, quite depressing. I nearly bought baggy pinkish-blue denim jeans, with long tattered fringes, but there weren't any in my size. Huh.

Hannah bought anything purple. She got the purple cords she wanted, also a slogan top like one I've got, and a purple jacket-type thing. Em was looking at a rainbow patch, and I said, "Gay pride!" and had to explain myself. It's bent. Em bough black marbled-pattern-type jeans, and Clare got a chain with pendant, with the Eye of Ra on it. I think she should scan in the pendant and make an icon of it, like I did with my pentacle. I don't really know why I own a pentacle, if you ignore the fact I think it's pretty.

We spend an hour or so in Waterstones' café, without being thrown out. I'd taken Hannah and bought a sandwich - one of those sandwiches - and then when we got to Waterstones Hannah's brilliant idea was to pace up and down the café - "and look intimidating!" - until someone got up to go. We'd paced up and down about seven times, and I was starting to think we needed a Plan B, when an old guy came up to us and said we could have his table, they were just going. I think Hannah was right when she said, "There are still nice people left in the world."
A drawback was having to eat a pizza sub sandwich in close proximity to a die-hard vegetarian, who wanted to know could I be more messy and could I stop being a carnivore. I refused to be called a carnivore, but I did stop throwing lettuce about. Lettuce is all right in small quantities, I think - it's much overrrated as a healthy-eating staple.

I don't know how we managed to spend an hour sitting there, talking. I ordered a mocha but it was somewhat revolting - I like the Starbucks ones, particularly as they always put whipped cream on and forget to charge for it. However, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise - so long as it was sitting on the table half-drunk, they couldn't throw us out.

I said I'd be home by dark. I wasn't, but my family didn't seem to miss me all that much. They have now gone food shopping, and I've decided I want to revise, seeing as I don't have much time and I hardly ever get any peace and quiet anyway. My mother has promised to get me some strawberry laces - I live on them while revising. They're just fun to tie into knots and eat. There are few foods with that kind of entertainment value.