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Stupid people doing stupid things
Aug. 15th, 2003 11:59 pmOh, look at that. By updating at 23.59, I sneak in an entry on August 15th.
Not that August 15th has been a day so worthy of immortality in my journal. It has in fact been a day devoted to stupid people doing stupid things. Pedar wins hands down for stupidest act committed on this day. We went to the beach, he and Dadi and me, and we had a tolerable good time, buying three 99 Flakes (sp?), eating them, and then coming back home to discover Pedar had forgotten to take the house keys. I could have cheerfully shot him. So could my mother, who had to come home early so she could let us in!
Once we were in, I started reading through this week's Midweek Visiter and Southport Visiter. I have articles published! Two boring ones in the Midweek one - one on Sefton Police and one on some charitable donation or other - and two slightly better ones in today's paper. Those were on Liverpool's Duck Tours (they took out the anagram, blah) and on the Beatles, which took up a whole page and I was rather pleased about that. I was rather pleased with all of them, as they all have my name on. I've cut them out and put them in my ringbinder.
I have done little else. I want to write properly, but feel myself floundering from lack of inspiration. I know the moment I go back to school my brain will burst from the sudden plethora of plot bunnies, but such is life.
And I have a bone to pick with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cruelest_month - she insists on telling me Lucius/Remus non-con is a good idea, and what's more, I keep agreeing with her. Gah.
Not that August 15th has been a day so worthy of immortality in my journal. It has in fact been a day devoted to stupid people doing stupid things. Pedar wins hands down for stupidest act committed on this day. We went to the beach, he and Dadi and me, and we had a tolerable good time, buying three 99 Flakes (sp?), eating them, and then coming back home to discover Pedar had forgotten to take the house keys. I could have cheerfully shot him. So could my mother, who had to come home early so she could let us in!
Once we were in, I started reading through this week's Midweek Visiter and Southport Visiter. I have articles published! Two boring ones in the Midweek one - one on Sefton Police and one on some charitable donation or other - and two slightly better ones in today's paper. Those were on Liverpool's Duck Tours (they took out the anagram, blah) and on the Beatles, which took up a whole page and I was rather pleased about that. I was rather pleased with all of them, as they all have my name on. I've cut them out and put them in my ringbinder.
I have done little else. I want to write properly, but feel myself floundering from lack of inspiration. I know the moment I go back to school my brain will burst from the sudden plethora of plot bunnies, but such is life.
And I have a bone to pick with
cruelest_month - she insists on telling me Lucius/Remus non-con is a good idea, and what's more, I keep agreeing with her. Gah.