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Hmm, I feel like posting a big descriptive post today, so I'll keep it friends only so I don't piss off visitors to the journal.
So I woke up today at about 8:45. Meeeeeeeeh, I didn't really want to get up. But I did. I pulled on any old crap I could find, which turned out to be a pair of skate pants, a bright pink top and my battered black track top. My pink All Stars and jewelry stay the same every day lmao.
So I got up and straight out the door to the bus stop. I took a change and got on the 363 bus for some reason.
I can never really be bothered with the bus, but it's really the only way to get into the town, and probably the best way to get around Newcastle. There's usually loads of grumpy old people and it's noisy and wobbly.
But then there's that minute. It's coolness, but no one else seems to think so LOL! There's the minute where you think you're just going down some normal regular motorway, ho hum, boring. But then, you go underneith a bridge and when you surface, you're somewhere else! That's when you're in the town, that minute where you go under this tiny little bridge and find somewhere else on the other side. Well, I think it's cool anyways.
So I went off the bus and through the little alleyway only the goths and alts seem to know, down the steps and to the green. There was no one there, so I just sat and read my book some more. I'm reading Johnny Rotten's autobiography at the minute. I love it, in fact when I'm finished with this post that'll be the first thing I do; read my book. I've never read so much of a book before, I hope I don't get sick by the end of it.
I sat on the monument for a few hours reading my book. I don't think I'm supposed to go to the monument, it's got a fence all around it, but whatever, I always climb the fence and sit there and I've never got any bother before.
So I sit there and read, sometimes looking up at all the people there who are having a good time with their friends. It's ironic to think that the goths and alts are supposed to be the outcasts. If they are, that means I'm like an outcast with the outcasts. Meh, fuck em.
So after a few hours, I decide to go home. I catch another bus, this time not reading on the monster of a vehicle in case I miss my stop. I get off and go home, and then sit here and update my LJ, and talk to all you lovely people :D
So I woke up today at about 8:45. Meeeeeeeeh, I didn't really want to get up. But I did. I pulled on any old crap I could find, which turned out to be a pair of skate pants, a bright pink top and my battered black track top. My pink All Stars and jewelry stay the same every day lmao.
So I got up and straight out the door to the bus stop. I took a change and got on the 363 bus for some reason.
I can never really be bothered with the bus, but it's really the only way to get into the town, and probably the best way to get around Newcastle. There's usually loads of grumpy old people and it's noisy and wobbly.
But then there's that minute. It's coolness, but no one else seems to think so LOL! There's the minute where you think you're just going down some normal regular motorway, ho hum, boring. But then, you go underneith a bridge and when you surface, you're somewhere else! That's when you're in the town, that minute where you go under this tiny little bridge and find somewhere else on the other side. Well, I think it's cool anyways.
So I went off the bus and through the little alleyway only the goths and alts seem to know, down the steps and to the green. There was no one there, so I just sat and read my book some more. I'm reading Johnny Rotten's autobiography at the minute. I love it, in fact when I'm finished with this post that'll be the first thing I do; read my book. I've never read so much of a book before, I hope I don't get sick by the end of it.
I sat on the monument for a few hours reading my book. I don't think I'm supposed to go to the monument, it's got a fence all around it, but whatever, I always climb the fence and sit there and I've never got any bother before.
So I sit there and read, sometimes looking up at all the people there who are having a good time with their friends. It's ironic to think that the goths and alts are supposed to be the outcasts. If they are, that means I'm like an outcast with the outcasts. Meh, fuck em.
So after a few hours, I decide to go home. I catch another bus, this time not reading on the monster of a vehicle in case I miss my stop. I get off and go home, and then sit here and update my LJ, and talk to all you lovely people :D