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This is yesterday's shit, which I forgot to actually post yesterday:
I haven’t written much for a while, and seeing as everybody else *has* I’m going to try and do an update. I’m not going to bother with Italy, because we didn’t do much but spend two weeks lounging around in the tent or the pool. I also got through 9 books, big, thick ones, in 12 days, which is a mean feat for me.
The Wednesday after I got back, Amit had arranged a LOTR marathon round at her house. The normal people were there, minus a few who were either away or didn’t like the trilogy and saw no point in coming to a party in which all we would do was watch the movies. Which, in the end, we didn’t do.
After about 30/40 minutes, people got bored and either went internet stalking (in Jenn’s case) or reading Amit’s MSN conversation with D-Guy, her new coughcoughboyfriendcoughcough.
So from about 11ish onwards, everyone sat around in Amit’s bedroom and talked. For eight hours. Which seems a lot, but the time went very quickly. We talked about Zarina, me and Carly’s trip to France, Mabel, MLOTS (which unsurprisingly always seems to pop up), and then D-Guy and other boys, why, as a group, we are totally anti-social, the lets-go-up-to-the-common-and-drink-gin type of people, then religion, and, weirdest of all, our parents marital problems.
Oh, and everyone’s flaws (and the good things about people, which I just asked my Dad the ‘opposite word for flaws’ and he replied ‘ceilings’ in an extremely unhelpful manner) which was one of the conversations you know you don’t want to have, because you know you are going to upset someone, but no one seems to stop.
Urm.
And before I forget, both Kate and Jenn got ljs, and a mlots community is in the process of being set up. It doesn’t have a name yet though.
This is Tom: I am nearly 12 years old. Amazing! GFoodbye
Above, showing my brother’s amazing conversational and typing skills.
The conservatory, which now has to be named the ‘study’ is all painted and finished and lovely, to some extent. It is bright green and yellow, and hurts your eyes if you look at it for too long.
Went to Legoland yesterday, with Bethan (a hyper active kid with no off-switch who has been previously mentioned somewhere) one of the members of my fanclub.
According to my mum I am good with young kids, but I just believe I have a lot of patience, and if you have *a lot* of patience you can deal with anything. Such as young kids.
So I went with her and Frances to Legoland, and wandered around for a while. They’ve totally funked up the Drivers Z place. When I was her age, all we got was a crummy piece of paper, stating ‘Congratulations! (enter name here) has achieved her Drivers Licence at Legoland Windsor!’. Bethan got a proper card, which looked like a real license, with her picture on it. I spent the rest of the day being jealous of a 7 yr old. I got a migraine around 3ish and spent the rest of the visit being a grumpy bitch, whose conversation skills had decreased to one word replies.
After we left, Frances wanted to talk to Bethan’s mum for a while, so I was whisked off upstairs to play ‘Barbies’ and Connect 4. She had one of those heads, which you can slap make-up on and do the hair up, so she asked me to make the hair look nice on it.
The conversation went like this:
Bethan: What are you doing?
Me: Ur. French Plait.
Bethan: Oh. Could you do something else? She doesn’t like it.
Me: She?
Bethan points at the head, of whose hair I am plaiting.
Me: Okay, shall I do Cain row then?
Bethan: No.
She had no idea what Cain row was.
Me: I can do anything I want, right?
Bethan: Yeah. Why don’t you just do a normal plait?
This is why I am good with kids. I let them boss me around.
When I finally got home, I went to sleep at 9, feeling thoroughly ill and woke up at 11.30am today. So far, my weekend hasn’t been all that great.
I will stop my moaning here and go play on Pikmin, which, whatever Amit says, is actually a half decent game.
As of today, the thing I have done is painted Tom's little Eomer Warhammer figure, and broken my neck in the process. But that, according to my brother, is a worthwhile sacrafice.
I haven’t written much for a while, and seeing as everybody else *has* I’m going to try and do an update. I’m not going to bother with Italy, because we didn’t do much but spend two weeks lounging around in the tent or the pool. I also got through 9 books, big, thick ones, in 12 days, which is a mean feat for me.
The Wednesday after I got back, Amit had arranged a LOTR marathon round at her house. The normal people were there, minus a few who were either away or didn’t like the trilogy and saw no point in coming to a party in which all we would do was watch the movies. Which, in the end, we didn’t do.
After about 30/40 minutes, people got bored and either went internet stalking (in Jenn’s case) or reading Amit’s MSN conversation with D-Guy, her new coughcoughboyfriendcoughcough.
So from about 11ish onwards, everyone sat around in Amit’s bedroom and talked. For eight hours. Which seems a lot, but the time went very quickly. We talked about Zarina, me and Carly’s trip to France, Mabel, MLOTS (which unsurprisingly always seems to pop up), and then D-Guy and other boys, why, as a group, we are totally anti-social, the lets-go-up-to-the-common-and-drink-gin type of people, then religion, and, weirdest of all, our parents marital problems.
Oh, and everyone’s flaws (and the good things about people, which I just asked my Dad the ‘opposite word for flaws’ and he replied ‘ceilings’ in an extremely unhelpful manner) which was one of the conversations you know you don’t want to have, because you know you are going to upset someone, but no one seems to stop.
Urm.
And before I forget, both Kate and Jenn got ljs, and a mlots community is in the process of being set up. It doesn’t have a name yet though.
This is Tom: I am nearly 12 years old. Amazing! GFoodbye
Above, showing my brother’s amazing conversational and typing skills.
The conservatory, which now has to be named the ‘study’ is all painted and finished and lovely, to some extent. It is bright green and yellow, and hurts your eyes if you look at it for too long.
Went to Legoland yesterday, with Bethan (a hyper active kid with no off-switch who has been previously mentioned somewhere) one of the members of my fanclub.
According to my mum I am good with young kids, but I just believe I have a lot of patience, and if you have *a lot* of patience you can deal with anything. Such as young kids.
So I went with her and Frances to Legoland, and wandered around for a while. They’ve totally funked up the Drivers Z place. When I was her age, all we got was a crummy piece of paper, stating ‘Congratulations! (enter name here) has achieved her Drivers Licence at Legoland Windsor!’. Bethan got a proper card, which looked like a real license, with her picture on it. I spent the rest of the day being jealous of a 7 yr old. I got a migraine around 3ish and spent the rest of the visit being a grumpy bitch, whose conversation skills had decreased to one word replies.
After we left, Frances wanted to talk to Bethan’s mum for a while, so I was whisked off upstairs to play ‘Barbies’ and Connect 4. She had one of those heads, which you can slap make-up on and do the hair up, so she asked me to make the hair look nice on it.
The conversation went like this:
Bethan: What are you doing?
Me: Ur. French Plait.
Bethan: Oh. Could you do something else? She doesn’t like it.
Me: She?
Bethan points at the head, of whose hair I am plaiting.
Me: Okay, shall I do Cain row then?
Bethan: No.
She had no idea what Cain row was.
Me: I can do anything I want, right?
Bethan: Yeah. Why don’t you just do a normal plait?
This is why I am good with kids. I let them boss me around.
When I finally got home, I went to sleep at 9, feeling thoroughly ill and woke up at 11.30am today. So far, my weekend hasn’t been all that great.
I will stop my moaning here and go play on Pikmin, which, whatever Amit says, is actually a half decent game.
As of today, the thing I have done is painted Tom's little Eomer Warhammer figure, and broken my neck in the process. But that, according to my brother, is a worthwhile sacrafice.