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April 28 OopsWell THAT was a heavy blog last night. o_O Don't know what came over me. Honest. Ah well. It's a year today when The Tall Lanky One officially asked me out. Actually, it's in about 2 hours, cause I texted I'd had a nice time with him today and then he texted back asking if I wanted to 'go out'. What a lame expression. Kids use it. The Americans, for once, have a marginally more sensible phrase "going steady". Makes more sense. And it's not too heavy sounding for commitmaphobes. Maybe. To celebrate our year together, Lanky One and I......went to college. =| Nah we're going to a restaurant on Saturday. The meal is my birthday present, and the drink for our year. x] I won't let him get me anything else - too much money~. Unless it's surprise. Then it's a bit hard to stop him, if you know what I mean. Speaking of, I should probably ring said restaurant [the most divine Chinese place in the world - seriously. Staff, atmosphere, food. All great. We're so regular now, my family, they know our orders by heart!] and book a table. Yes. Knowing my luck, they'll be busy Saturday lunch time. For a change. Might make him dress up a bit. So I can have an excuse for wearing my favourite black dress. I just want to wear it now. x] Have to say, it's one of the most flattering things I own. x] Oops. I managed to forget to do 2 pieces of homework for classics today. x] I did the mini essay during my lunch hour, but I didn't do the other half of the homework. Fortunately, she didn't check that one. April 27 Mixed. I'm feeling a mix of emotions tonight. =| I can't really pour my heart out, say what I actually feel. That's for my diary. Particularly as anything I say will get back to the people involved. It's stupid. I wanted to stay in. I told them I would be feeling rubbish. I don't even like 2 of the 5 that went. They can only fit 5 people in the car, to be fair, and I'd probably got 'lol, no.' if they appeared at my door and my gran saw I was getting into the car with them. Ha! no. I'd only be getting back late anyway. Which would suck for me, cause anything less than 8 hours sleep and I can't function. But why am I feeling so shite all of a sudden? Left out again. I guess. Which is stupid, cause it was for practical reasons. Besides. I rejected them before. But so had the 5th person. And they persevered, showed up at his door, then he went out for a drink. He texted me. Nice of him. Except now I'm left with only 5p credit from replying. =| I knew I was low. I should have just ignored it. I don't particularly care. Really. Well. I seem to be caring a little. Me thinks I do protest too much. =/ It's stupid. Reason would have it that I'd not actually be bothered: I'd get a headache from the constant wittering and stupidity of The Stupid One. Cuddly One would be sober and thinking 'god, why did I ask them?' as she always does, Dodgy One would be trying to engage us and making me feel bad, sipping at a pint of lager - she's a girl by the way. Yes. Lager. I like beers and such, but it's odd seeing her drink them. Kinda. Ew, no - Italiano would be laughing and poking fun at The Stupid One. Probably playing cards as well. =_= as usual. Tall Lanky One will be with his Guinness, playing along and talking to Cuddly One and Dodgy One. Hm. I'm not actually missing anything. That makes me feel better. His reply to my one text was that Stupid One was indeed tipsy already. Bet it's only half a pint. Arsehole. I feel better for that. One Friday, it's my birthday. I will be 18. Bitter, Messed Up, Cynical, In Love, Happy and Sad, also Rejected, I will be having a regular day, and will be watching boring evening t.v for it. I really don't care. "Oh but it's your 18th! You can legally drink now!" - answer to that: I already do. Whenever I like. "You have to celebrate it! It's the last time you can celebrate with people round here." - answer to that: Last year was chaotic, you and your twin are pains in the arse, and I really don't feel like putting in the effort to have a mediochre outing wherein I'll get stick for not getting drunk like an idiot, and then being insulted by my so-called-pall, The Stupid One. "Oh can I come?" That one was not directed at me, but if I had any sort of do and tried to not invite The Dodgy and The Stupid Ones, they would end up trying to invite themselves, telling me about how they've got time of work etc, and then I'd have to do the rather funky but embarrassing for them thing of telling them "No. You're not invited" then I'd have to tell them why, then their parents would hate me, and then I'd probably get backlash later. Fun. I think not. I might not even be getting a cake. Well. I'm not sure. She might have been bluffing. Every year she says 'no more fancy cakes' but they always end up being some sculpture or decorated thing. I love my cake. I do. It's actually the only thing I'm looking forward ON my birthday. [I'm looking forward to a working graphics card and new PSU, but that's after my bday. I'm also looking forward to my trip to Egypt which is for my birthday but after my exams] Is it sad that excepting the cake thing, I'm looking forward more to the 19th May, when the new Dresden Dolls album is released than I am to my 18th [felt I'd stress that more] birthday? I can vote. I can erm. Pay taxes. Have alcohol, smoke and do other stupid things. I can. I can. I can. I can....erm. Hm. I've run out of things. I'm already paying adult prices, I'm already able to legally have sex, I've already been able to have alcohol when we go out and at home, I would already be driving if I'd learned to. Not much is changing. Except that for about 3 months, I will be dating a minor and technically be a paedophile. =| Tall Lanky One seems to find that idea amusing. Heh. He's my toyboy I guess. Bored, Hungry, and AloneI was just thinking. The Tall Lanky One isn't actually that tall. He's not quite 6foot I reckon. He's just taller than me by about a head and shoulders. I reach his shoulders...ish. And I'm 5ft 4 and a half. But he's still taller than me, and I've used 'Tall Lanky One' too many times now to change his name. Ah well. Quite like using sort of code names. I try to go with characteristics. You know. Dave the Laugh - he's a laugh and looks like a Dave. Tall Lanky One - he's tall and only somewhat lanky. Wouldn't have him any other way though. Well. Maybe get him some new jeans. But he's with me on that one - the zips broken so he has to be careful when he sits down. *snigger*. The Stupid One - doesn't actually quite cover it, but he is rather stupid. And so on. I do put thought into these names, you know. Tomorrow it's a year since me and The Tall Lanky One got together. Long and interesting story which I won't bore you with. It was all worth it. x] We've been reminiscing a lot lately. How it all started and stuff. I can feel the shy awkwardness all over again. x] We'd been mates a while, and it just all happened so fast. Was surreal. Now it just. Is. We still get some stick from people - our so-called-friend can't resist sticking his oar in. =| The Stupid One, ironically. He judges our relationship as flawed, because we didn't start behaving like rabbits on steroids after month 4 - as he and his girlfriend. So I'm an Ice Queen. Frigid. Hm. Last I checked, he had to get his girlfriend drunk every time they did it. =P Interesting. Ah well. Happy day today. With boredom. Hungry too, but there was only one piece of bread left this morning. ;_; I'm only hungry when there's no god-damn food in! April 26 Glamourous Trysts.I've always been the sort of girl to be 'one of the guys' and not get any 'attention' if you get what I mean. However, lately, what with finally having a boyfriend, I've been getting they eye from a cheeky bus driver. Have to say, he is rather cute. Just thinking about it, would I be degrading if I were to go out with this bus driver? This is all tongue-in-cheek of course [I love my Tall Lanky One mucho]. I was wondering because today I'm going out on a little excursion which will result in my having a date in the most hip, biggest building in Suffolk. Oh yes. It has leather squishy sofas. Spacey building. Cold and hot things. Clothes. Isles. Tills. Yes. Sainsbury's is the most gorgeous place to be at the moment. Seriously! Ok. It's not Borders, but then, we don't have such luxuries in this town. I'd have to go 45 minutes in the opposite direction. Which I really can't be arsed to do. With this Bus Driver, [let's call him Dave the Laugh - yes, it's stolen from the Georgia Nicholson Diaries, but really, he's a laugh and he looks like a Dave], well with Dave the Laugh, I'd be meeting him at a bus stop. I've met people at bus stops before. Well. Actually, only The Tall Lanky One, and that was rather fun. If noisy. It's right on the main road, and not too pretty. Outside Sainsbury's so there are rats and rubbish everywhere. Lovely. But yeah. Dave the Laugh is a cheeky bugger, I'll give him that. First started when I was going home after seeing The Tall Lanky One. Got on the bus, he stared at my bus pass, and read my name, then winked, smiled that rather lovely smile at me, and said "Cheers [insert a shortened version of my name]". Then, when I was waiting for him to stop at my stop, which, incidentally, is only one stop away from Sainsbury's. But it would be a 20 minute walk along the road of death, so don't judge me. He said that I'd have much more fun if I stayed on the bus all the way to town - and I should stay on longer. One stop wasn't far enough. The next time I saw him, he just grinned and nodded me on, not even checking to see if I had a pass. Then when I was crossing the road from the hospital to walk back towards Tall Lanky One's stop [he'd missed the bus] he was driving an out of service bus and smiled and half waved at me. 0.o Had him yesterday morning on the bus. He just pulled a funny face at me. It was strange. Made me laugh though. Kinda, sitting upright in his chair, grinning and looking at me sideways. *shrug* Funny man. Want to know his name, to be honest. I want to know if he has a lame name, or he really is called Dave. That would be amusing. He reminds me of my friend, Jon. He's moved away but you know. Just a few mannerisms. Anyway. Back to Glam trysts. Meeting places: Tall Lanky one = Sainsbury's Cafe, Bus stop, Bus, Town. Dave the Laugh = Bus, Bus stop, Car? Cafe? Who knows? I'll probably never find out, since I erm. Stupidly potentially killed my fun yesterday, getting off the bus. I grabbed The Tall Lanky One's hand and walked purposefully off with him. I don't know why I did that: I actually quite enjoyed being flirted with. The Tall Lanky One feels uncomfortable when people flirt with me with him there, or if I flirt with others. Problem is, I don't know all the time if I'm flirting. One person's interpretation of me flirting is my interpretation of being normally friendly. o_O Might just ask him his name next time I see him. Dave the Laugh is like a rare Pokémon card. You think you're gonna have him, and you look out for him, but you only see him pop up occasionally. I usually get the fat old ones. The drivers are quite balanced. Friendly and grumpy. I like the friendly ones best. Yesterday, I felt like crap. Waiting for ages for the bus, to go home from college ill, and I got on and received a very merry "Good Morning" from the Chubby One of About 40 with Sunglasses. He's nice is that one. Anyway. I must get ready for my latest date with The Tall Lanky One. We're not doing much cause I'm not feeling to great, but really, I like seeing him - even for a short time. He's good company. We don't have to be doing much, just sitting there, and I feel better. =) Probably why he's asked me to Sainsbury's for an hour. Conveniently, The Olds are going shopping after lunch, so they're giving me a lift. Oh! By the way! I've updated Death Loves Me. Read it. April 25 Bubbles and SocksSome years ago, my brother undertook to make a stuffed animal. It is made of red ear muffs, the nozzle of an old vacuum cleaner, a piece of crocheted material, and stuffed with bed stuff. It's small, round, has no eyes, no legs and has a forever-cheeky smile, as he sticks out his tongue. Mind you, depending on your mood, you could interpret it as an obstinate expression. We were discussing today what the hell he was. I maintain he's some sub-species of Platypus, but then, I always think that. He isn't sure what animal it is. An unfinished duck, perhaps? He's made a video about it, incidentally. Just awaiting his posting, so I can embed it in this post later. He's a funny guy really. Funnier without his hat. But there you go. Bit of plugging for him. Yeah. He tubes, I blog. It's kinda cool. Might make a badge for me and him: "YouTube, iBlog" terrible I know. x] I have to give him a name, don't I? Should I choose to mention him in my blogs again. Heh. I dunno how he does it, allows people to see what he looks like. I guess though, cause he's a guy, he's not open to the same remarks girls can get. It's stupid. I'm a feminist, [to a point - I shave my legs and stuff] and I firmly believe a girl should be able to wear what she likes, and that men should be able to control themselves. Why can they wear stupid clothes when we can't? If a woman shows off her underwear, she's a slut. If a bloke shows off his underwear, he's just not tightened his belt on his perpetually large jeans. How is that fair? Anyway, I'm not posting an image of myself. Well. I might change my socks sometime. They need a wash. =P Nah, just kidding. I'm always wearing odd socks. Apparently my mother, when she was a child, did the same. Must be genetic. "Odd-Sockigitis: a genetically inherited disease wherein the sufferer must always wear odd socks in order to feel complete." It's not random, the way I wear odd socks, you know. They are usually in a set of two pairs. The ones in my display picture are, for example, two in a set of three pairs. I liked the way they appear to be negatives of each other. I have a lot of trainer socks, and occasionally I have to wear two black. BUT one black sock has lonsdale written underneath, whilst the other doesn't. It's also slightly thinner, which is good since I'm convinced one foot is narrower than the other. But yes. How did I get onto this topic? What a strange mix of a blog this is. Bubbles > feminism > odd socks. Oh yes. My brother. Should I call him "The Perpetually Daft One" or "Mini Me" or just by his youtube name? "Venomisinmyblood" guess what his favourite film character was at the time. =P Nah. Venom is rather funky. All his other chosen names were taken anyway. So this was his last resort. Anyway. Bubbles. Bubbles. What the fudge is he?  I vote platypus with amputations. That's my final answer. WHAT'S YOURS?  [well, you can't actually judge until you've seen the damn thing. I'd take a photo, except I'm lazy. \o/]April 24 Rambling onI've decided to ramble on. I need to, I think. I yesterday received my long-awaited order of "The Dresden Dolls Companion Book" and I must say that, for fans, it is money well spent. Sure, no one particularly revels in seeing somewhat naked pictures of Amanda and Brian - luckily not too much is seen of Brian - but the rest of it is interesting, funny and just a rather lovely insight into the songs and the woman that wrote them. If I were younger again, I'd say I'd have based my whole image on her. It's strange. I feel I'm too settled and "defined" to change my image now. I guess I'll have to stick to obsessively saving up for the Dresden Dolls t-shirts and hoodies and badges. I wish there were more posters. Would really brighten up my dorm next year. Every village has an idiot. A Village racist, a village bigot, a village snob... well we have all of those unsavory characters in one person. He's a real idiot. Obnoxious, must always have the last word, gets into arguments either for the sake of it, or because he truly believes he is correct, even though it's a clear cut case of 3 against 1, wherein he wasn't even half right. He also has a selective memory. His most famous example is his claim that he never said that black people shouldn't be on television. We were at The Tall Lanky One's house for an all-nighter. We watched the Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, legend that it is. The Stupid One said that Black people were unfunny, and he didn't like them on television. Now, he is claiming that a friend, whom I shall name 'Non-insecure One' [for reasons known to people that know him and the arguments going on] had said that black people should be off the television. Ironically, Non-insecure One is the Fresh Prince's BIGGEST fan. The Stupid One accused me, subtly, of racism. Funny, really, isn't it? Ah well, can't beat them all. We'd love to beat him to a pulp, but we just can't. That's my ramble for today. Not particularly witty or as amazingly 'super-blog-like' as I would imagine or daydream about, but there you have it. My life has had nothing to observe of late. April 20 Death Loves MeSaid party last night was erm. Interesting to say the least. More like an orgy, but still fun. Glad I left at 12 though. I was getting sleepy, and there was really no way we'd have slept at all last night. I'm supposed to be doing homework now - finish an essay on how Angellica Bianca is or is not a victim in The Rover. I've done half - just need another page or so. But motivation is lacking. I also got sidetracked by continuing my 'novel', 'story' thing. It's just an ongoing thing I've had going since last year. I've written a lot, but I'm also rewriting bits and adding to it. I'll probably never finish, to tell you the truth. I know what I want to happen, but it's the writing part that gets tricky. I should probably plan out each chapter, as it were. You random people could read it Here. Bit of plugging for my pal, Flid, but also why not? I'm writing this thing, I have a few readers, and some random people might actually read this blog and think, 'heh, might check it out'. I'm no literary genius, but I do try to make sure it's not rubbish. Summery is of an assassin who is sent to protect this young prince and along the way makes a fudge load of life-changing discoveries about herself, that prince and other things. Blah blah big fight in the end, and maybe some deaths. 'Death Loves Me' is what it's called. It's just a hobby. Bit like my photoshopping, but harder. =P April 19 Guide to the horror of parties.Right. Girls will know what I'm talking about - perhaps. I'm not a particularly girly person. But I do like to know that what I'm wearing is appropriate for whatever I'm doing. At home I'll just bung on yesterday's top and jeans and be done. However when I'm going out, I want to know I'm doing myself justice and I don't look stupid. =D Differences between girls and guys is that guys just have to bung some gel in their hair and put on a perhaps slightly nicer top than normal and their normal jeans. That's it. Done. Girls have to think about all the possibilities. For me, today, I've got a two-event outfit to put together. Only one thing is certain: my hair will be straight, and I'll have a blue scarfy thing in it. Fine. Now what's left to decide is whether to wear a skirt or jeans or my faux-jeans trousers. All three lead on to footwear. My skirt, if I wear black tights can take boots or my babychams. My jeans, well I can wear my heeled ankle boots or my trainers or my babychams. Or pumps. My faux-jeans trouser can take my heeled boots or pumps. Practicality is also an issue: I have to walk a mile to get to the bus, stand around for the bus, then walk about a mile to my boyfriend's house. Heeled boots might rub. My flatties aren't good in this cold weather either. The skirt might blow up in the wind; my legs could be cold. Then again, my legs are cold in my jeans. I have ruled out my faux-jeans trousers, on the grounds that they are slightly too short for this weather in the leg. I can't really get away with much in the footware dept. Leaves me with a skirt or jeans. However I have long black trousers, which, with the right top, could look rather funky. However I must remember that this is a casual-smart, and I am also staying round my boyfriend's house from 2 and for dinner. I don't want to look tarty or over dressed for that. We are then going to the party from his house. So my problem now is what is over-dressed? I think the black trousers are too big in the waist anyway. They were baggy when I was podgier, but I've walked so much the last 2 years, I burn off anything I eat so I'm quite skinny. So they're out. Jeans: my white ones are dirty. My blue ones would suit boots better anyway. So you see, boys and gentlemen, this is quite a tricky business. And I still have to decide on a top. Do I want a black button up top, or my v-neck black tee? Or a halterneck? That would smart-casual me quite quickly. However the weather is freezing. What I could do, and I think all girls should consider this in my position, is wear one thing to my boyfriends - a v-neck top, with my haltarneck underwear on, then change into the haltar neck before leaving his house. I can always change my mind, as well, thereby giving me plenty of leeway and solving two problems. All I have to think of now is shoes: boots or babycham? Both go with both tops, so I'm ok. I might decide at the last minute, before leaving to walk. I'll probably go in babychams. There. My outfit is planned fully. It's all entirely logical as well, no? April 11 Ode To The Bus ServiceOde to the bus service Oh! With your destination flashing green Your drivers are various Oh! With your destination flashing green
It got to my stop at 7.43. That suggests to me that either the bus was reaching a phenomenal 90mph, the bus was at least 5 minutes early. It's only 4 miles, but it's a busy road and a long way really. Hm. Meant that the poor Lanky One missed it. Shame. I was left all alone on the bus, to contemplate how dull life is. Whilst I almost had an epileptic fit from the trees and bus shadows flashing at great speeds in the sun. =_= I quite
enjoy writing poetry. I should probably tell this one to my teacher. It's not
exactly Milton...but he's so disorganized, we won't be doing work for
at least half an hour into the lesson. As I type, I can see the dregs of the
people that missed my bus and got the xpress-13. They look thoroughly
disgruntled...because there are no computers left. Haw haw haw. Once again,
my college system can't seem to cope with this page. So I can't post my blog.
How irritating. You're not really missing out on anything. It's...8.40 at the
moment. So that's when I wrote it. OK!?
April 10 Frustrating situationsI will vent my anger...but first, a little haiku to get you in the mood. =) Blue Screen Of Death Switching on machine waiting for main screen to load Blue Screen of Death comes. So you have it. That is really what happened last night. After kicking and screaming and jumping up and down, creating great havock like a 3 year old, I calmed down and sent a rather merry text informing The Tall Lanky One [who is somewhat of a nerd] that I had "Unmountable Boot Volume =)". See? Even in the light of disaster [which at the current rate is happening every 2 weeks], I am able to smile. =) Naturally, I'm somewhat angry. My warranty expired in September. My problems started in October. Rather convenient timing, don't you think? We've narrowed it down [we hope] to either the graphics card being more dodgy than we knew [it's dying already see], the PSU, or the Hard Drive. Of course, if it's none of those, it's the cooling system, the RAM, the Monitor or the Case. I'm putting my money on the case. It seems far to innocent to be true. I laugh at the Blue Screen Of Death. Not only is that a technical term, I'm told, but it's stupidity is really quite perverse. It tells you that if you are seeing said screen for the first time, simply restart. If it is a reoccurring problem, do x y and z, and then you'll be ok. If not, contact support services. Ironically, you CAN'T do x y and z, because technically, you need to be able to launch some form of Windows. Which is precisely what BSOD is forbidding you to do! I am fortunate that my brother [who's the reason I have my own pc, incidentally....he reinstalled windows when we were told we were getting broadband, to get internet explorer back, and the loss of my coursework signalled to my grandparents that it was time I had my own machine.] anyway, my brother allowed me the use of his computer for the time being. And! He only made me say 'please' FIVE times. That is seriously, the least begging I've ever done. It's not as though he's older either. He's younger than me. Sounds pathetic when I put it like that, but he generally has to beg in return for my things. When he's not just stealing or using them. *tut* April 08 Fun conversationsWhat are the funniest conversations a person can have? I've had various funny convos; some were because the person I was talking to was inanely stupid, some because we were having a game of 'ask the book', and some because I was talking to The Tall Lanky One. For instance last night I've titled the "I lost my virginity in x". The Tall Lanky One and I were discussing random obscure places to do as the title of the convo says. Some were daft. Some were....almost plausible. I refused before he could even mention the Sewers. He quite likes the idea of "I lost my virginity in my garage" - I think it's the idea that it's not the house, but we were too sex-mad to make it into the car. x] I suggested it. He liked it. x] Silly person. I don't know about his, but my garage is filthy. And somewhat full. I doubt two people could fit facing each other - and he's apparently invisible when he turns sideways! Yeah...you probably didn't want to know about that conversation. I doubt that any of it will come to pass. Don't worry. =P Another funny conversation I mentioned was the 'Ask the Book' game. People who have played this will probably know that comic books are better to use. What you do is, you get a book, and one person asks it a question. For example, with my Georgia Nicholson Diaries by Louise Rennison, my friend Rachel asked: "Ms Rennison, Ms Rennison, will my fridge dream come true?" I then opened the book on a random page and read out the first sentence I opened my eyes on - which ironically was '"I'm frozen"' (Her fridge dream, incidentally, was that she'd have a passionate encounter in the walk-in freezer/fridge in the kitchens where she works) She then asked with whom she would have this encounter. The answer was "'I must phone Rosie"' which was hilarious, as that is what she calls me for short. So there you have it. You are reading the blog of a woman who will inevitably have a frozen encounter with some peas and carrots and her friend. How jolly. We've told our male acquaintances that they can't watch or film us. [all are heartbroken] I would discuss other of the MANY conversations I've had that are funny, but unfortunately they're funny for the wrong reason. My friend is an ass. And so says stupid things. Which are funny...sometimes. When they're not unfunny. Which is more often the case. I've allowed myself to install the Windows Live Writer. Bad idea? Maybe. I'll see...If I regret it, I can always uninstall, can't I? I could write a review. Good at those. ^_^ Wrote my C.V today. It's all sexy and cool. Lucky people only look for one - two pages....I'd be a bit short otherwise. I barely make 2 pages. x] April 07 ThinkingRecent events near me have made me think a lot. In the last 13 months, two girls have died at my bus stop, which is on a busy A road. I use it every day, and whilst it's busy, the road is certainly not that dangerous. The latest death was of my neighbour, a lovely girl I didn't know well enough, whose blog is now all I hear about. She was bright, witty, thoughtful and had so many ideas and plans. She was really quite a character. Made me think about my own blog. I've always kept a diary, but really, not the sort of things I'd write on an online public space. >> That'd be too personal for you people. I've never really seen much point in a blog, but I'm glad for her family that they have hers, as reading it really made me know her. Guess now of course, I sort of want to jump on the bandwagon. I do make observations, and I do think. Not as much as this girl. She had a shower list! Things she thought of in the shower. How lovely. But I think I'll start writing them down. Perhaps life is too short to keep a blog. I should maybe get out more and "enjoy it". Then again, I enjoy being on my computer [except at the moment. Experiencing heartbreaking problems. x[ ] and I don't need to get out more. I see my friends every day, and I go out occasionally. I see my boyfriend regularly. Well. When we're not too busy. Guess I might just start to write down interesting things now. Not just in my diary - that's really a book of rants. I just want to have somewhere to type as I go. It's much faster than a pen. And it'd pass the time for me. >> Of course, I should start doing it when I'm not supposed to be doing homework! This was more fun than my English work though. I'm supposed to be discussing some sentence tomorrow. That'll be fun. The group'll take it's generic form: The none-workers at the far end opposite me, the semi-workers but chatters on the right side of me, along the wall, and then next to and around me, the few that work. We have a laugh though, which is what it's about, isn't it? [apart from getting through the exams of course]. April 04 PoemsI dunno. I keep losing stuff. My pc eats itself. I sometimes wonder whether I should go T-Total. "Tech-total" geddit? Lame. But yeah. I've got some poems I want to keep for prosperity. Why not post them here? I'm hardly Browning or Marvell, [oo I know poets' names!] but who cares? It helped with my bad mood I guess. Suffocation Tight chest, spinning lights, I felt the fever FrustrationPounding on the walls, I wanted out, to scream __________________________________________________________
"Heil
Hitler" the Fuhrer's youth cried. (this one I wrote for english last year. A sonnet.) __________________________________________________
Our glorious empire ____________________________________________ Our land and our
freedom ____________________________________________
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