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It was year 11's last day yesterday. it was fucking strange, doesn't seem like I left a year ago.
I saw them all when I was on the way to work. I felt like drop out scum =/
But yeah, on a lighter note:
Alton Towers was really fun =) Rita:Queen of Speed was abit scary, I thought my face was going to fall of with the speed.
And I got all tired, and didn't say anything in the end. As per usual.
I met Katy though, who was a nice girly.
The next day, it was my grandad's funeral.
I felt soooo uncomfortable, because I've put off facing up to the emotion.
Which made me feel guilty as hell when I saw his coffin.
I had tried to write a small part of the eulogy beforehand, but couldnt do it!
So I told my mum some things and she phrased it all for me...
...and when the director read the words out in the crem, he said "I think that your grandad would be very proud of those words"
Except that they weren't my words! So I felt bloody awful.
And then, the director proceeded to say "I am going to place your words with your grandad", and put the sheet of paper that he had been reading them off words down onto the coffin.
I cried of pure shame at that point.
Gah, I call my grandparents nana and papa. The silly director misread "nana" as "mama".
Everyone probably thought that I had some serious maternal issues.
Twas rather uncomfortable at the wake thingy, I was the only person there under 50.
No, really.
I met a really posh guy that my ucle employs, and said "I've heard about you alot", then kicked myself for the fucking awful grammar.
Had my first day at the Blenheim though, which was fun fun =)
I <3 making beds...
Which I suppose may be seen as odd, but hey, it floats my boat. So blah!
They made me mop though, meh. I felt like Chief Broom.
The rooms are really cheap at the Blenheim, they start at £40.
So everyone come and stay there!
I'm off to watch Jackie Brown.
x
I saw them all when I was on the way to work. I felt like drop out scum =/
But yeah, on a lighter note:
Alton Towers was really fun =) Rita:Queen of Speed was abit scary, I thought my face was going to fall of with the speed.
And I got all tired, and didn't say anything in the end. As per usual.
I met Katy though, who was a nice girly.
The next day, it was my grandad's funeral.
I felt soooo uncomfortable, because I've put off facing up to the emotion.
Which made me feel guilty as hell when I saw his coffin.
I had tried to write a small part of the eulogy beforehand, but couldnt do it!
So I told my mum some things and she phrased it all for me...
...and when the director read the words out in the crem, he said "I think that your grandad would be very proud of those words"
Except that they weren't my words! So I felt bloody awful.
And then, the director proceeded to say "I am going to place your words with your grandad", and put the sheet of paper that he had been reading them off words down onto the coffin.
I cried of pure shame at that point.
Gah, I call my grandparents nana and papa. The silly director misread "nana" as "mama".
Everyone probably thought that I had some serious maternal issues.
Twas rather uncomfortable at the wake thingy, I was the only person there under 50.
No, really.
I met a really posh guy that my ucle employs, and said "I've heard about you alot", then kicked myself for the fucking awful grammar.
Had my first day at the Blenheim though, which was fun fun =)
I <3 making beds...
Which I suppose may be seen as odd, but hey, it floats my boat. So blah!
They made me mop though, meh. I felt like Chief Broom.
The rooms are really cheap at the Blenheim, they start at £40.
So everyone come and stay there!
I'm off to watch Jackie Brown.
x