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Oct. 4th, 2004 07:11 pmI’m back. This entry concerns today; the con report will be later tonight. Today, as one may have gathered, was not the best of days. I was tired, slightly out of it and definitely in post-con depression. Also, I appear to have missed events of some importance over the weekend. Becca’s birthday is today, which I did remember – Hannah and I split the present of purple suede gloves, which we both rather liked ourselves – but I didn’t go to the party she had on Friday, for obvious reasons. Well, I say obvious reasons, but I wonder if I wouldn’t have got myself discreetly out of it even if I hadn’t been at the con. I don’t know… I don’t seem to talk to Becca much any more. I’m at a loss to explain it and yet it makes perfect sense.
Moving on. They, meaning Becca and her friends, went out on Friday night to Liverpool, to the Krazy House, which is the only goth club in the city, and did the usual thing until about two in the morning. At which point a frankly implausible sequence of events resulted in Becca getting dropped on her head. Seems bizarre but apparently did happen; she was knocked out for several minutes and they called an ambulance. They didn’t let her out until Sunday morning, either, and told her to come straight back if she threw up too much. It sounds like quite an adventure, and I can’t help but feel grateful I wasn’t there.
I don’t like clubs. I don’t like going out all that much. I drink, but not particularly much, and am perfectly capable of drinking and not getting pissed. More and more I feel this makes me an abnormal specimen of someone my age, but I suppose that’s by the bye.
Becca did come into school today, despite all this, and got presents and a cake and a lot of party poppers. It’s her eighteenth birthday, and I do find this hard to process. There’s a lot of birthdays coming up, it seems.
And all of this has not touched on the reason I made this entry, and I believe that can stand alone as a paragraph by itself:
I got a Harrison scholarship.
I came in late because of the whole sleeping-too-much thing and so missed getting the badge – first I knew about it, Sarah was saying, “You should have been in assembly!”
I sleepily asked why, and she told me, and I had a few silent moments of happy warm fuzzies. My final reaction was a heartfelt, “Yay!”
And “yay” still stands. I get a shiny silvercycling profiency badge to put on my tails, and ninety pounds a term, Sarah says, which is not much at all but I don’t care in the slightest. Rola got one too, which makes Mrs Colvin very happy because her A-level class now consists of nothing but Harrison scholars.
Yay. Just, yay.
In other news, I skipped out on First Aid (because Mrs O’Connor said she’d take the blame if any needed taking; I looked like death, she said), Sam is teaching herself Finnish (so she can maul the Rasmus) and my phone has died. It refuses to charge. The problem is definitely with the phone and not the charger or the battery, so no-one try and text me.
Yay.
[I’ve missed a weekend’s worth of friends entries, and really don’t have the time to scroll back through them tonight. If you needed to tell me something, comment here and don’t text me!]
Moving on. They, meaning Becca and her friends, went out on Friday night to Liverpool, to the Krazy House, which is the only goth club in the city, and did the usual thing until about two in the morning. At which point a frankly implausible sequence of events resulted in Becca getting dropped on her head. Seems bizarre but apparently did happen; she was knocked out for several minutes and they called an ambulance. They didn’t let her out until Sunday morning, either, and told her to come straight back if she threw up too much. It sounds like quite an adventure, and I can’t help but feel grateful I wasn’t there.
I don’t like clubs. I don’t like going out all that much. I drink, but not particularly much, and am perfectly capable of drinking and not getting pissed. More and more I feel this makes me an abnormal specimen of someone my age, but I suppose that’s by the bye.
Becca did come into school today, despite all this, and got presents and a cake and a lot of party poppers. It’s her eighteenth birthday, and I do find this hard to process. There’s a lot of birthdays coming up, it seems.
And all of this has not touched on the reason I made this entry, and I believe that can stand alone as a paragraph by itself:
I got a Harrison scholarship.
I came in late because of the whole sleeping-too-much thing and so missed getting the badge – first I knew about it, Sarah was saying, “You should have been in assembly!”
I sleepily asked why, and she told me, and I had a few silent moments of happy warm fuzzies. My final reaction was a heartfelt, “Yay!”
And “yay” still stands. I get a shiny silver
Yay. Just, yay.
In other news, I skipped out on First Aid (because Mrs O’Connor said she’d take the blame if any needed taking; I looked like death, she said), Sam is teaching herself Finnish (so she can maul the Rasmus) and my phone has died. It refuses to charge. The problem is definitely with the phone and not the charger or the battery, so no-one try and text me.
Yay.
[I’ve missed a weekend’s worth of friends entries, and really don’t have the time to scroll back through them tonight. If you needed to tell me something, comment here and don’t text me!]
