Mostly filler

[raven]

I’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 silver cycling 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!]

Comments

[purplerainbow.livejournal.com]

Ah, too late, I texted you earlier today. But it wasn't terrible important, just a general halloo.
I may phone you today, if you have time, have written the mammoth update that I sense is coming, and are not too tired. Simply because we have much to discuss. I gathered that you have finally recognised the wonderfulness that is Alyson Hannigan, and had strange encounters with Warren. The world is indeed odd...

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Ooh, good, I want to talk to you. Am embroiled in updates and homework at the moment, but should be free later.

And who told you about Alyson Hannigan? :)

[bekkypk.livejournal.com]

Wow, WELL DONE!
xx

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

Well, you deserved it. Congratulations. And I hope you had a great time at the con. (From amchau's entry, sounds like you did.)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

And yes, we really did. Wish you were there. :)

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

God, I wish I were there, too.

[biascut.livejournal.com]

Congratulations!

(And you're not abnormal for not drinking to drunk stage. I hardly ever did, all the way through sixth form and my undergraduate degree. No, I waited until my mid-twenties, when I am clearly old enough to know better...)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Yay for not being abnormal. And yay for drinking, too.

[pinkishmew.livejournal.com]

Still alive. Visited UEA and loved it (Uni of East Anglia). Then had panic attack.
...Still in love with Paul. x

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Hardly a surprise, there. *mwah*

[shipperkitten.livejournal.com]

Nope, nothing happened at all while you were away... *g*

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Oh, nothing at all, I know. *mwah*

[shipperkitten.livejournal.com]

Hee. Love you :) *squeaks* it's nearly next Saturday! Whee!

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

I'm surrounding by intelligent people.

Well done you! I slept in a bed with genius!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Very wrong indeed. *grins* Thank you!

[lilka.livejournal.com]

*bounces* Yay! Go you! *hugs* Late Harrison Scolars - we should form a club or something...

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

We really should. Does it unnerve you that my life's following yours, only two years later?

[amchau.livejournal.com]

Well done on the Harrison scholar thing (though I really don't know what it is or why...).

You're more normal than me-- I don't drink alcohol at all. And I now know the post-con depression feeling much too well. Any chance we could have a phone call or a really long e-mail today or tomorrow? There's new Stargate at 8 tonight-- which argues for tomorrow-- and post-con chat, and stuff. Somehow going and meeting lots of friends makes coming home and realising that there are no fellow fans in my real life even harder.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

It's the last link the Merchant Taylors' company has with the school. They donate the money for Harrison scholarships, which are given to people who got the best marks. It's very simple.

I missed Stargate tonight, but the phone call sounds a good idea. Tomorrow, yes? I should be home about two-ish.

[amchau.livejournal.com]

Ah. Right.

Today, now. I'm already at home (half day because of open evening) and it's quarter past two, so I think I'll try calling you soon. Half an hour, unless I get an e-mail before that, okay?

[amchau.livejournal.com]

Your mother says you're in school; I hope I didn't scare her too much! How about tonight, around seven? My mother would be happier with that as it's cheaper then, anyway.

(note to self: I have to ask Raven why she hasn't updated her fic site recently, and whether she's read the Ripper/Ethan I sent her.)

[emerald-embers.livejournal.com]

Absolute WOOT on that Harrison Scholarship :D. You darling you. You clever clever brilliant little smart darling person :).

As to the alcohol thing, don't fret about it. At uni everyone seems bemused that I don't go out more than once a week tops to clubs, and even when I do, it's always to the same non-trendy ones. Jillys (kinda like Manchester's equivalent to the Krazyhouse, but I've never been to the latter so I wouldn't know) or Poptastic from Canal Street. I don't like getting drunk all that much (which I suspect is paradoxically in part due to my lack of hangovers. There's just no danger or risk or anything involved for me in drinking and I guess it takes away any interesting aspects alcohol has. What happens to me when I drink? I get drunk. That's IT. How fascinating).

All in all, I think you have every right to dislike drinking at your age, especially being as you've at least tried it ^^.

Anyhow:

Yay!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Thank you! *loves you*

I have to say, I might drink more if I didn't get hungover!Lucky girl, you.

[emerald-embers.livejournal.com]

You're welcome ^_^. And I love you too. *hugglesquish*

As to the hangovers, yeah, I suppose there is one advantage in knowing that if I get completely and totally, pissed-as-a-fart sodding wankered, I will still be sprightlier in the morning that everyone else ;).

Or, more accurately, the afternoon. I know my sleeping habits ;).