i think i might be over you.
A nostalgic weekend.
Friday night was ok. I stayed the night at Heather's. Nothing spectacular -- I know it sounds mean but it was like being back in year 5, staying at Gemma's house. I think I'm just comparing it to what I could have been doing, back in Northampton, which makes me feel horrible but that's the way it is. We had pancakes for breakfast, though, which was.. Fun.
On Saturday I went to York. Louise was moving into her new house for the start of her term, so her and Neil went in Neil's car, and my Dad and I in ours. The trip wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and Louise's house is cool. I love her housemates, who I already knew from last year since they were all in halls together. My dad has a very diverse taste in music, which was enlightening.
Saturday night was fun as well. During the day, my mum and sister [who stayed at home] had found a box of my dad's old school stuff [seriously, from when he was like 13, 14] so they gave that to him and we all looked through it. It was quite emotional for him, I could tell, but he had so much stuff in one relatively small box! There were two diaries in there, which I read when he went out. They were so comprehensive, every little detail crammed into each day's space -- they were those small business diaries people have, usually kept for meetings and appointments. It actually felt quite strange reading them. There was a lot about my aunties, and his friend Kevin, who I've never heard him talk about before, and also about how my mum's grandma used to visit their house, which is weird.
Sunday morning and afternoon I did all my homework bar Sociology and also made myself a mixtape. That was good, hadn't done it in a while. Then in the evening we went to Blackpool to see the illuminations. That was good, healthy fun. We got chips from Harry Ramsden's. My dad was talking about how exactly 37 years ago my grandma and granddad [who I never met] took him and my aunties to Blackpool.
He was also talking about how 30 years ago yesterday he went to University. He got the coach down from Luton to Cambridge [yes, my dad went to Downing College] on his own, with just a rather large suitcase, and now here he is, sending his daughter back off to Uni, with 2 cars full of possessions. Funny how things work out, isn't it?
Did anyone watch Hitler: The Rise of Evil on Saturday night on Channel 4? I didn't like it. I didn't think Robert Carlyle was very good as Hitler, personally, but I liked the war scenes towards the start. I'll probably end up watching the conclusion, knowing me.
I haven't listened to this song in ages. It reminds me of curling up in my bed on cold, autumn Saturday afternoons, and reading the book I'd just got out from the library in town. Sometimes I want to be back there; back in 2001, 2002, with everything exactly how I thought it should be. Before Daniel, before Robson, before upper school, before anything.
I don't like the thought that now that innocence is gone, it's never coming back.
Friday night was ok. I stayed the night at Heather's. Nothing spectacular -- I know it sounds mean but it was like being back in year 5, staying at Gemma's house. I think I'm just comparing it to what I could have been doing, back in Northampton, which makes me feel horrible but that's the way it is. We had pancakes for breakfast, though, which was.. Fun.
On Saturday I went to York. Louise was moving into her new house for the start of her term, so her and Neil went in Neil's car, and my Dad and I in ours. The trip wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and Louise's house is cool. I love her housemates, who I already knew from last year since they were all in halls together. My dad has a very diverse taste in music, which was enlightening.
Saturday night was fun as well. During the day, my mum and sister [who stayed at home] had found a box of my dad's old school stuff [seriously, from when he was like 13, 14] so they gave that to him and we all looked through it. It was quite emotional for him, I could tell, but he had so much stuff in one relatively small box! There were two diaries in there, which I read when he went out. They were so comprehensive, every little detail crammed into each day's space -- they were those small business diaries people have, usually kept for meetings and appointments. It actually felt quite strange reading them. There was a lot about my aunties, and his friend Kevin, who I've never heard him talk about before, and also about how my mum's grandma used to visit their house, which is weird.
Sunday morning and afternoon I did all my homework bar Sociology and also made myself a mixtape. That was good, hadn't done it in a while. Then in the evening we went to Blackpool to see the illuminations. That was good, healthy fun. We got chips from Harry Ramsden's. My dad was talking about how exactly 37 years ago my grandma and granddad [who I never met] took him and my aunties to Blackpool.
He was also talking about how 30 years ago yesterday he went to University. He got the coach down from Luton to Cambridge [yes, my dad went to Downing College] on his own, with just a rather large suitcase, and now here he is, sending his daughter back off to Uni, with 2 cars full of possessions. Funny how things work out, isn't it?
Did anyone watch Hitler: The Rise of Evil on Saturday night on Channel 4? I didn't like it. I didn't think Robert Carlyle was very good as Hitler, personally, but I liked the war scenes towards the start. I'll probably end up watching the conclusion, knowing me.
I haven't listened to this song in ages. It reminds me of curling up in my bed on cold, autumn Saturday afternoons, and reading the book I'd just got out from the library in town. Sometimes I want to be back there; back in 2001, 2002, with everything exactly how I thought it should be. Before Daniel, before Robson, before upper school, before anything.
I don't like the thought that now that innocence is gone, it's never coming back.