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I seem to be losing the ability to update my journal with stuff that isn't spam or griping at the state of the universe. This is an attempt to remedy that.
I won't say nothing has been happening, because it has. Case in point - on Friday, Becca was in a silly mood and absconded from the library with about a hundred Samaritans bookmarks (they're green promotional things with the Samaritans' phone number on them, free for the taking but no-one ever takes them) and went to the common room with them. I was AWOL at that point, feeling thoroughly anti-social and sitting in the computer room reading old HP fic and glaring at anyone who so much as glanced in my direction. I only went back to the common room when I had to, where I noticed Becca doing "something" with Katrina's purse. She didn't say anything, but showed me what she was up to. She and Nicola-without-the-H (Nichola was at an interview in Newcastle and so absent, which accounted for some of my bad mood) had been having a field day. Katrina's purse had a green Samaritans bookmark in every single compartment, even in the card slots (folded up small), and they'd also put the things into every book in her bag, every pocket in her bag, in her files, in her coat pockets and hood, everywhere.
I never usually find the things they do funny. I had to admit to being somewhat amused when they made a paper aeroplane, labelled it "Mr Donan Airways 2000" and took turns trying to throw it out the common room window at the thirds below, but that was some time ago, and usually I don't think they're funny. But this was so silly and so surreal, and Katrina's face was so utterly priceless when she put her hands in her pockets and green things just started flying everywhere. I was very late for Politics because of it, but whatever, nevermind, etc.
The other (distinctly unfunny) thing they've been doing is all Katrina's doing. She's taken to saying "Bothered! Do I look bothered, though?" in a cod Essex girl accent to everything anyone else says to her. I find it annoying in the extreme, and to my extreme displeasure, Becca thinks it's funny and has also started doing it. The problem with Katrina is she will continue with one thing for years, if she can, and it's been driving me round the proverbial twist. I don't actually swear as much in real life as I do in here, but every time she says it, I yell, "Fuck off!" as loud as possible, which has now become a reflex. Not a good thing.
That was Friday. Yesterday, although it seems like it was years ago. Today has not been what I would call good. My room is being decorated. Which does sound like a good thing, and no doubt that's what I'll say in four weeks' time when it's all done. But before then, I have to clear out everything in my room. I mean everything. All my books, all the crap on my desk, my bed, my clothes, my computer. Everything. We made a start today without much success. I have so much crap. Where does it all come from? I have no idea. Although, I did find one or two things I'd forgotten about. I have one file where I keep all my letters and postcards and photographs. It's like stepping back in time. I found postcards from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
language_idling, shipperkitten, daemongirl - lots of people. I found a small grey donkey ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
osiris13 got me from Greece. I found photographs of me in dungarees with my arms around Max's neck (he was about the same size as I was!) and a picture of me and Becca at one of her new year's parties, and I think it must have been 1999. I love all that stuff.
And that's before I got to my books, my notebooks and diaries, all the things I've written and kept. I found an English project I did in first year. I read it through, and strangely enough, recognised my style in it. Obviously it was written by a ten-year-old, but in reading it, I could hear my younger self self-consciously stringing words together. Strange, because it seems the style I was playing with then - heavy use of adjectives and also irony - is the same one I play with (with a little more facility, admittedly) now. I got an A+ for it. But in marking it, my English teacher has written the words "would of." Positively cringe-worthy.
I have to go to work tomorrow. I don't want to. I really don't want to. I never feel this tense on a Saturday night. To makes things worse, I'm sneezing constantly and feel generally like staying in bed all day. Which I would do, but I have to work. The things we do for money.
To finish on a somewhat brighter note, I have rediscovered the Beatles. Pedar has all their records lying around, but I couldn't find our old turntable, so I hunted till I found a CD. It still had the plastic wrap on it, which says something about Pedar, so I "borrowed" it and have had it on all day. Before my room gets decorated, the bathroom is getting done, and we've had plumbers in the room next to mine playing with the pipes. Anyway, I've heard them tapping their feet and humming along. It's all good.
I won't say nothing has been happening, because it has. Case in point - on Friday, Becca was in a silly mood and absconded from the library with about a hundred Samaritans bookmarks (they're green promotional things with the Samaritans' phone number on them, free for the taking but no-one ever takes them) and went to the common room with them. I was AWOL at that point, feeling thoroughly anti-social and sitting in the computer room reading old HP fic and glaring at anyone who so much as glanced in my direction. I only went back to the common room when I had to, where I noticed Becca doing "something" with Katrina's purse. She didn't say anything, but showed me what she was up to. She and Nicola-without-the-H (Nichola was at an interview in Newcastle and so absent, which accounted for some of my bad mood) had been having a field day. Katrina's purse had a green Samaritans bookmark in every single compartment, even in the card slots (folded up small), and they'd also put the things into every book in her bag, every pocket in her bag, in her files, in her coat pockets and hood, everywhere.
I never usually find the things they do funny. I had to admit to being somewhat amused when they made a paper aeroplane, labelled it "Mr Donan Airways 2000" and took turns trying to throw it out the common room window at the thirds below, but that was some time ago, and usually I don't think they're funny. But this was so silly and so surreal, and Katrina's face was so utterly priceless when she put her hands in her pockets and green things just started flying everywhere. I was very late for Politics because of it, but whatever, nevermind, etc.
The other (distinctly unfunny) thing they've been doing is all Katrina's doing. She's taken to saying "Bothered! Do I look bothered, though?" in a cod Essex girl accent to everything anyone else says to her. I find it annoying in the extreme, and to my extreme displeasure, Becca thinks it's funny and has also started doing it. The problem with Katrina is she will continue with one thing for years, if she can, and it's been driving me round the proverbial twist. I don't actually swear as much in real life as I do in here, but every time she says it, I yell, "Fuck off!" as loud as possible, which has now become a reflex. Not a good thing.
That was Friday. Yesterday, although it seems like it was years ago. Today has not been what I would call good. My room is being decorated. Which does sound like a good thing, and no doubt that's what I'll say in four weeks' time when it's all done. But before then, I have to clear out everything in my room. I mean everything. All my books, all the crap on my desk, my bed, my clothes, my computer. Everything. We made a start today without much success. I have so much crap. Where does it all come from? I have no idea. Although, I did find one or two things I'd forgotten about. I have one file where I keep all my letters and postcards and photographs. It's like stepping back in time. I found postcards from
language_idling, shipperkitten, daemongirl - lots of people. I found a small grey donkey osiris13 got me from Greece. I found photographs of me in dungarees with my arms around Max's neck (he was about the same size as I was!) and a picture of me and Becca at one of her new year's parties, and I think it must have been 1999. I love all that stuff. And that's before I got to my books, my notebooks and diaries, all the things I've written and kept. I found an English project I did in first year. I read it through, and strangely enough, recognised my style in it. Obviously it was written by a ten-year-old, but in reading it, I could hear my younger self self-consciously stringing words together. Strange, because it seems the style I was playing with then - heavy use of adjectives and also irony - is the same one I play with (with a little more facility, admittedly) now. I got an A+ for it. But in marking it, my English teacher has written the words "would of." Positively cringe-worthy.
I have to go to work tomorrow. I don't want to. I really don't want to. I never feel this tense on a Saturday night. To makes things worse, I'm sneezing constantly and feel generally like staying in bed all day. Which I would do, but I have to work. The things we do for money.
To finish on a somewhat brighter note, I have rediscovered the Beatles. Pedar has all their records lying around, but I couldn't find our old turntable, so I hunted till I found a CD. It still had the plastic wrap on it, which says something about Pedar, so I "borrowed" it and have had it on all day. Before my room gets decorated, the bathroom is getting done, and we've had plumbers in the room next to mine playing with the pipes. Anyway, I've heard them tapping their feet and humming along. It's all good.
