Iflie... oh the wonder of that woman...
Hullo.
This is my first ever journal post here. It'll pro'ly never be read by anyone and that makes me feel sort of like everything else today has, totally indifferent and near tear because of it. Not actually in tears though as that would acquire some kind of real emotion and those seem to have been eloping me for some time now. All except bitterness. Did you know that bitterness has the voice of Alan Rickman?
Now, I have been lying a bit, but that's ok, as I'm the only one who's ever going to read this (and possibly Iflie, if she gets passed the boredom of the first few lines). I said I has been indifferent to everything today and that is not completely true, school was quite nice actually (and soon Jesus will be healing blind children in Africa). A classmate of mine was back, he was sick all last week, and that kind of brightened my day. We haven't known each other for long and only through school but there's an easy familiarity between us which kind of grounds me, keeps e from wallowing in my self-inflicted misery.
Anyway, to get to the sole purpose of this post; Molly, a net-friend of mine from RS, came to visit me a few weeks ago. We had a great time, or at least I thought so :P. She was a tad late due to traffic, which might have been fortunate as there was no real time to be uncomfortable. She showed up, we dumped her things, and then had to go straight to my friends "gig" (it was a school thing). It was all rather nice and Molly got to meet all of my friends kind of at the same time, which must have freaked her out. Somehow dinner was forgotten in all this and the milkshakes from McDonalds were a poor substitute.
When we got home we started watching movies and eating candy but the movies were soon forgotten as neither of us would shut up. (I'm starting to notice a distinct writing pattern here... I think I've read one too many fics and completely forgotten the art of diary writing.)Then the wee lass has the nerve to try to tell me that Lucius Malfoy and Captain Hook are the same guy and even though I patiently told her that they couldn't possibly be as Lucius is blond while Hook is most definitely not, and besides, Hook has a moustache, Lousius would *never* have a moustache, she wouldn't budge on the matter. Still claims she's right the brat. I don't care what he internet say, I am *always* right, she should know that by now, and I told her as much. She laughed.
Notice that we still haven't had anything decent to eat. We feel asleep sometime after me giving her the Harry and Draco dolls (unfortunately sans clothing *grin*) I had been working on for her and she gave me this nice sketch she'd done of me as a duck and her as a cat and her completely (I seem to like this word) ignoring my many attempts at getting her to ask to see my drawings.
We had breakfast when we woke on Saturday, as responsible people should do, and then went for a stroll which ended up at a café with the two of us nurturing cups of ridiculously expensive hot chocolate.
We then found ourselves at my friends place, me doing her dishes and Molly babbling 'bout me looking like a fallen angel (this may be taken out of context, but I take no responsibility for that).
More pretty girls arrived and we had the ultimate musical evening, although the only musical we actually watched as Hair... But we did eat a hell of a lot of candy, which makes up for the lack of tiny singing people. Note how we had had neither lunch nor dinner.
It somehow all ends with too many girls and too few beds but somehow we all manage anyway. We wake up all too late to be having breakfast but, as young people are wont to do, have it anyway.
And then, somehow, the weekend is over and I have to watch her pack up Börje *sniff* and leave.
~Steph, who is owed 5 kronor by a guy in her class 'cause she managed to work in the words "polkagris" and "hate Flanders" in her school thingie. I am mighty pround.
This is my first ever journal post here. It'll pro'ly never be read by anyone and that makes me feel sort of like everything else today has, totally indifferent and near tear because of it. Not actually in tears though as that would acquire some kind of real emotion and those seem to have been eloping me for some time now. All except bitterness. Did you know that bitterness has the voice of Alan Rickman?
Now, I have been lying a bit, but that's ok, as I'm the only one who's ever going to read this (and possibly Iflie, if she gets passed the boredom of the first few lines). I said I has been indifferent to everything today and that is not completely true, school was quite nice actually (and soon Jesus will be healing blind children in Africa). A classmate of mine was back, he was sick all last week, and that kind of brightened my day. We haven't known each other for long and only through school but there's an easy familiarity between us which kind of grounds me, keeps e from wallowing in my self-inflicted misery.
Anyway, to get to the sole purpose of this post; Molly, a net-friend of mine from RS, came to visit me a few weeks ago. We had a great time, or at least I thought so :P. She was a tad late due to traffic, which might have been fortunate as there was no real time to be uncomfortable. She showed up, we dumped her things, and then had to go straight to my friends "gig" (it was a school thing). It was all rather nice and Molly got to meet all of my friends kind of at the same time, which must have freaked her out. Somehow dinner was forgotten in all this and the milkshakes from McDonalds were a poor substitute.
When we got home we started watching movies and eating candy but the movies were soon forgotten as neither of us would shut up. (I'm starting to notice a distinct writing pattern here... I think I've read one too many fics and completely forgotten the art of diary writing.)Then the wee lass has the nerve to try to tell me that Lucius Malfoy and Captain Hook are the same guy and even though I patiently told her that they couldn't possibly be as Lucius is blond while Hook is most definitely not, and besides, Hook has a moustache, Lousius would *never* have a moustache, she wouldn't budge on the matter. Still claims she's right the brat. I don't care what he internet say, I am *always* right, she should know that by now, and I told her as much. She laughed.
Notice that we still haven't had anything decent to eat. We feel asleep sometime after me giving her the Harry and Draco dolls (unfortunately sans clothing *grin*) I had been working on for her and she gave me this nice sketch she'd done of me as a duck and her as a cat and her completely (I seem to like this word) ignoring my many attempts at getting her to ask to see my drawings.
We had breakfast when we woke on Saturday, as responsible people should do, and then went for a stroll which ended up at a café with the two of us nurturing cups of ridiculously expensive hot chocolate.
We then found ourselves at my friends place, me doing her dishes and Molly babbling 'bout me looking like a fallen angel (this may be taken out of context, but I take no responsibility for that).
More pretty girls arrived and we had the ultimate musical evening, although the only musical we actually watched as Hair... But we did eat a hell of a lot of candy, which makes up for the lack of tiny singing people. Note how we had had neither lunch nor dinner.
It somehow all ends with too many girls and too few beds but somehow we all manage anyway. We wake up all too late to be having breakfast but, as young people are wont to do, have it anyway.
And then, somehow, the weekend is over and I have to watch her pack up Börje *sniff* and leave.
~Steph, who is owed 5 kronor by a guy in her class 'cause she managed to work in the words "polkagris" and "hate Flanders" in her school thingie. I am mighty pround.