Sheerwater
This one won't be as long as the last, don't worry. I want to go to bed soon. I have just come back from Sheerwater. It being the last night there, we had Secret Midnight Rituals. And no, you aren't finding out all the peculiar things we did - there's a clue as the why in the name. Some people might have a faint idea of how hyper we were, since we phoned/texted them afterwards. I think we (specifically, Carrie) scared poor Joe. Anthony ought to be used to us by now. To be fair, I think we scared most people we met, although my dad coped remarkably well, and produced very nice food.
And we still haven't drowned Tianyan. I don't know how we managed it - she can't swim, and Sheerwater is literally over a Broad. It has props going down through the water to the bottom.
We had lots of fun. I have somehow ended up with a strappy top saying "Dip me in chocolate and throw me to the lesbians". I blame Carrie (she lent me money) and Wallis (it's a safe bet.) I will have fun wearing that around school next year - with another top covering my shoulders, of course. I would hate to seem rebellious.
Well, Sheerwater was fun, but it is nice to be home. Back to television, for one thing, and being responsible for four sixteen-year-olds is something of a strain after a while, even if they are prepared to eat pork pie or chocolate sponge puddings for breakfast. And I get back to my Katy. I missed her. The downside is, my mother is now getting quite insistent about tidying my room. She has now explained entropy to me. I think it sounds like a rather nice idea.
It's my birthday soon! *dances happily* 16, at last. It always seems like such a long time to my birthday because I'm after everyone else in my year. It's fairly inevitable, if you're born on the 27th of August. I have already got the birthday cards from aunts, with the fail-safe twenty pound note inside. What with that, and work I did at my mum's surgery for her receptionists, I suddenly have money. I have been overspending recklessly for the last couple of months - my excuse is that I need to buy clothes for 6th form. I'm looking forward to 6th form - it's work I'm interested in, and it sounds like a lot more fun. The idea of school uniform seems strange now, although I still have to find a navy skirt which at least tries to be flattering, although the odds are against it. That style really doesn't work for me.
I sound really frivolous, don't I? I've been talking about shopping and hanging out with friends the whole time. I will now point out that I did viola practise 3 days out of 4 at Sheerwater. Also, I blame tiredness. And I have got back to not thinking about exam results, since I was starting to panic about picking them up tomorrow. If there were any justice in the world, I wouldn't do well, given the amount of work I did, but I can hope. Or not, currently. I'll hang around oin town for a while, answering every qestion posed with "Thank you for your concern. I am happy with my results", and then go back on the train to work at Oxfam for the afternoon.
Meep.
Good night.
And we still haven't drowned Tianyan. I don't know how we managed it - she can't swim, and Sheerwater is literally over a Broad. It has props going down through the water to the bottom.
We had lots of fun. I have somehow ended up with a strappy top saying "Dip me in chocolate and throw me to the lesbians". I blame Carrie (she lent me money) and Wallis (it's a safe bet.) I will have fun wearing that around school next year - with another top covering my shoulders, of course. I would hate to seem rebellious.
Well, Sheerwater was fun, but it is nice to be home. Back to television, for one thing, and being responsible for four sixteen-year-olds is something of a strain after a while, even if they are prepared to eat pork pie or chocolate sponge puddings for breakfast. And I get back to my Katy. I missed her. The downside is, my mother is now getting quite insistent about tidying my room. She has now explained entropy to me. I think it sounds like a rather nice idea.
It's my birthday soon! *dances happily* 16, at last. It always seems like such a long time to my birthday because I'm after everyone else in my year. It's fairly inevitable, if you're born on the 27th of August. I have already got the birthday cards from aunts, with the fail-safe twenty pound note inside. What with that, and work I did at my mum's surgery for her receptionists, I suddenly have money. I have been overspending recklessly for the last couple of months - my excuse is that I need to buy clothes for 6th form. I'm looking forward to 6th form - it's work I'm interested in, and it sounds like a lot more fun. The idea of school uniform seems strange now, although I still have to find a navy skirt which at least tries to be flattering, although the odds are against it. That style really doesn't work for me.
I sound really frivolous, don't I? I've been talking about shopping and hanging out with friends the whole time. I will now point out that I did viola practise 3 days out of 4 at Sheerwater. Also, I blame tiredness. And I have got back to not thinking about exam results, since I was starting to panic about picking them up tomorrow. If there were any justice in the world, I wouldn't do well, given the amount of work I did, but I can hope. Or not, currently. I'll hang around oin town for a while, answering every qestion posed with "Thank you for your concern. I am happy with my results", and then go back on the train to work at Oxfam for the afternoon.
Meep.
Good night.