Sunday Blues
Okay, so I don't mind the heat and all but if there *isn't* the weather-forecast-promised thunderstorm in Lancaster tomorrow to break the humidity, I'll be quite disappointed. It was once again absolutely sweltering this afternoon, after a cloudy (but still warm) morning, and everywhere I went I just felt sticky and headachey.
I had a nap earlier because I was tired from not getting enough sleep last night (it was too hot and also I was reading manga, which is never a good idea before sleep). I was woken up after a couple of hours by the phone ringing - it was the mothership; she always calls on Sundays even though we usually talk a lot during the week as well. I felt really muggy-headed and headachey and disorientated when I woke up, and then a load of random things happened at once while I was on the phone to mum to make me even more confused.
Firstly we got a knock at the door and it was a pizza delivery for Lora and her boyfriend Chill, but I didn't realise they had got back (they went to Download festival this weekend) so I wasn't sure who the pizza was for. Also, the pizza delivery guy was actually a guy I know from uni last year called Richard, and I hadn't seen him in ages so it was like 'waaah - you work for Dominos?!!' He looked quite sweet in his pizza delivery guy get-up though. I hope he was driving a scooter with an L-plate on it (the must-have transportation for pizza delivery guys). Then the next random thing was Chill speaking upstairs and coming down to get the pizza, but because I was still sleepy and didn't realise he and Lora were back, I was thinking 'who's speaking upstairs in my house when I thought only me and Wokko were here?!' *Then* Wokko appeared out of his room, and I moved into the kitchen with the phone, and then I noticed that the next door neighbour's cat (called Lily, but she's known as Boo in our house) had snuck in. She does that a lot. It's simultaneously amusing, cute and infuriating, because she's so sweet that you never want to chuck her out, and she's also very inquisitive and likes to go everywhere in the house that she can get to.
I dodged the cat and asked Wokko to deal with her since I was on the phone. Then I fled up to my room again.
Since then I've been drawing and reading manga and contemplating which film to watch tonight. I am seriously hooked on Fruits Basket, having read up to volume 9 - but I really need to curb my obsession, because I'm going to run out of new volumes to read pretty quickly, and then I'll have to wait for months at a time for the last 7 volumes to be released (there are 13 published so far; I have 9 of them and the whole series will end up being 20 volumes). Although I'll probably hate the Furuba-withdrawl at first (similar to the Green Wing-withdrawl, I imagine), it probably won't last too long until I'm occupied with something else. Besides, the drawn-outness of the publication of the remaining volumes is good in a way. I mean, over half of the series is published already so it's not like there's going to be ages to wait until the whole series is completed, but essentially, Furuba still isn't finished for a while. And really, with this story, you want to know what happens next and how it will end, but the characters and sub-plots are so good that you kind of wish that it would never end and you could just keep reading it forever. That last part sounded SO fangirly, but I don't care: I love Furuba, and I am proud of it.
In the general life thing, I feel a little bit gloomy this evening after having quite a nice morning and afternoon at church and then at Jay-Jay's barbecue afterwards. It's probably a combination of things - listening to melancholy Enya songs, the prospect of all the SCAN work I've got to do over the next few days, and also the fact that I don't know when I'm going back home for the summer. I kind of want to go quite soon, but I don't know if that's going to happen. For one thing, one of the Backpackers, Nathan, has invited me on a trip with a few other people up to the island of Harris in the Outer Hebrides (off the west coast of Scotland), which is where he lives. That's a week on Monday, for a few days. A big part of me wants to go, but a big part of me also is reacting irrationally and saying that I wouldn't like to go because I just want to go home for the summer. I should be jumping at a chance like this, but I think it's a combination of homesickness and aversion to long journeys and also a fear of the unknown that's making me feel a bit daunted.
Heh. I should really go. It really is an amazing chance to go somewhere different and beautiful and isolated and completely *different* from anywhere else I've ever been, and I bet it'll be awesome. I'm in no mood to think about things like this tonight though. I think I'm going to go and get some ice cream and watch a film or something and forget about things for a while.
I had a nap earlier because I was tired from not getting enough sleep last night (it was too hot and also I was reading manga, which is never a good idea before sleep). I was woken up after a couple of hours by the phone ringing - it was the mothership; she always calls on Sundays even though we usually talk a lot during the week as well. I felt really muggy-headed and headachey and disorientated when I woke up, and then a load of random things happened at once while I was on the phone to mum to make me even more confused.
Firstly we got a knock at the door and it was a pizza delivery for Lora and her boyfriend Chill, but I didn't realise they had got back (they went to Download festival this weekend) so I wasn't sure who the pizza was for. Also, the pizza delivery guy was actually a guy I know from uni last year called Richard, and I hadn't seen him in ages so it was like 'waaah - you work for Dominos?!!' He looked quite sweet in his pizza delivery guy get-up though. I hope he was driving a scooter with an L-plate on it (the must-have transportation for pizza delivery guys). Then the next random thing was Chill speaking upstairs and coming down to get the pizza, but because I was still sleepy and didn't realise he and Lora were back, I was thinking 'who's speaking upstairs in my house when I thought only me and Wokko were here?!' *Then* Wokko appeared out of his room, and I moved into the kitchen with the phone, and then I noticed that the next door neighbour's cat (called Lily, but she's known as Boo in our house) had snuck in. She does that a lot. It's simultaneously amusing, cute and infuriating, because she's so sweet that you never want to chuck her out, and she's also very inquisitive and likes to go everywhere in the house that she can get to.
I dodged the cat and asked Wokko to deal with her since I was on the phone. Then I fled up to my room again.
Since then I've been drawing and reading manga and contemplating which film to watch tonight. I am seriously hooked on Fruits Basket, having read up to volume 9 - but I really need to curb my obsession, because I'm going to run out of new volumes to read pretty quickly, and then I'll have to wait for months at a time for the last 7 volumes to be released (there are 13 published so far; I have 9 of them and the whole series will end up being 20 volumes). Although I'll probably hate the Furuba-withdrawl at first (similar to the Green Wing-withdrawl, I imagine), it probably won't last too long until I'm occupied with something else. Besides, the drawn-outness of the publication of the remaining volumes is good in a way. I mean, over half of the series is published already so it's not like there's going to be ages to wait until the whole series is completed, but essentially, Furuba still isn't finished for a while. And really, with this story, you want to know what happens next and how it will end, but the characters and sub-plots are so good that you kind of wish that it would never end and you could just keep reading it forever. That last part sounded SO fangirly, but I don't care: I love Furuba, and I am proud of it.
In the general life thing, I feel a little bit gloomy this evening after having quite a nice morning and afternoon at church and then at Jay-Jay's barbecue afterwards. It's probably a combination of things - listening to melancholy Enya songs, the prospect of all the SCAN work I've got to do over the next few days, and also the fact that I don't know when I'm going back home for the summer. I kind of want to go quite soon, but I don't know if that's going to happen. For one thing, one of the Backpackers, Nathan, has invited me on a trip with a few other people up to the island of Harris in the Outer Hebrides (off the west coast of Scotland), which is where he lives. That's a week on Monday, for a few days. A big part of me wants to go, but a big part of me also is reacting irrationally and saying that I wouldn't like to go because I just want to go home for the summer. I should be jumping at a chance like this, but I think it's a combination of homesickness and aversion to long journeys and also a fear of the unknown that's making me feel a bit daunted.
Heh. I should really go. It really is an amazing chance to go somewhere different and beautiful and isolated and completely *different* from anywhere else I've ever been, and I bet it'll be awesome. I'm in no mood to think about things like this tonight though. I think I'm going to go and get some ice cream and watch a film or something and forget about things for a while.