Taller Than Yesterday.
It may just be my imagination but I'm convinced that Billinge Hill is taller today, than it was yesterday. And the day before that. And so on. It's slightly sad to see a geographical work of art (it was, you knowsit) engineered into to a flat plateau looking piece of shit. The famous box that stood atop the hill is hardly visible anymore =(. At least it means that when Emily and I run up it we have further to run than before. Heh.
Onto my life, which is kinda compulsory when writing in a journal. But I don't really have anything new to report, at all. I'm not self pitying or anything like that, just for the record, I just don't actually have anything exciting to tell you about or if I did, something that you, as the audience would find interesting. I wake up, go to college, come home, spend time with Amy, friends occasionally and listen to Everytime I Die in excess amounts. Rinse, lather and repeat. This may be why entries are becoming fewer and further between, or maybe just because I can't be arsed, but I know you can understand that.
Something that did happen was one day I went to Manchester with Liz and Ben [who rock], and we wandered round loads and Ben ended up wasting £9 on a Mr T keyring with 6 buttons, and each button was set to a different Mr T phrase. So for instance, when you pressed one, it said "Shut it fool!" or whatever it was. But this, times six. 2 minutes later he said "the effect is wearing off now," and he realised that he'd completely blown £9. What was even funnier was that he didn't care. I know it doesn't sound funny, but it's one of those moments where you had to be there, and no matter how entertaining I try to make the story, it will never appear to be funny, so that is that.
Something that is annoying is how much fuss Winstanlians make of my ear piercing. First of all, its only a 10mm, it's not like it occupies my whole ear lobe or anything. And they're like "OMGZZZ why did you put that in your ear?" or "OMGZZZ take it out so I can see how big it is," (as an order, not "will you...blahdiblah?") which is marginally annoying. I know that this isn't really the point, but I don't ask them why they ate so much rice pudding that their chins began to elongate away from their faces, or why they speak like complete cunts. I know that I'm in a cynical mood now, but I did learn that images are a powerful thing, and so many judgements are made solely on the way you look or how you present yourself - and these judgements seem more prominent at Winstanley than ever before in my life.
That being said, people seem to have more confidence over here, and they seem to make an effort to want to know you moreso than in Rainford, and I have met a few jewels so far - and if they bother to read this (which I doubt) I will specifically name them. All 3 come from Culcheth High School which is in Warrington, which judging from the people who come from that school is a nice place to come from. One is called Dave, like me, and has curly hair, just like me, but more so. One is called Pat, and he is so friendly it's untrue. And one is call Rachel, who, for being a girly girl, is really cool.
Another thing I've notice recently is my total lack of imagination. Whether it be in real life, or when writing something down, or whether it be on MSN, whatever; I'm just generally stuck for things to say. On MSN I've resorted to the mandatory "Hows you?" (or equivalent where needed) but in real life there is no such luxury, so I just stand around and say not much. How cool.
Oh, and I made an avatar of me with a tar black face and platinum blonde hair, which I like. Even though it's gothicxcore as. But you get on with it dontcha?
And also, Vheissu leaked, and I like it.
Onto my life, which is kinda compulsory when writing in a journal. But I don't really have anything new to report, at all. I'm not self pitying or anything like that, just for the record, I just don't actually have anything exciting to tell you about or if I did, something that you, as the audience would find interesting. I wake up, go to college, come home, spend time with Amy, friends occasionally and listen to Everytime I Die in excess amounts. Rinse, lather and repeat. This may be why entries are becoming fewer and further between, or maybe just because I can't be arsed, but I know you can understand that.
Something that did happen was one day I went to Manchester with Liz and Ben [who rock], and we wandered round loads and Ben ended up wasting £9 on a Mr T keyring with 6 buttons, and each button was set to a different Mr T phrase. So for instance, when you pressed one, it said "Shut it fool!" or whatever it was. But this, times six. 2 minutes later he said "the effect is wearing off now," and he realised that he'd completely blown £9. What was even funnier was that he didn't care. I know it doesn't sound funny, but it's one of those moments where you had to be there, and no matter how entertaining I try to make the story, it will never appear to be funny, so that is that.
Something that is annoying is how much fuss Winstanlians make of my ear piercing. First of all, its only a 10mm, it's not like it occupies my whole ear lobe or anything. And they're like "OMGZZZ why did you put that in your ear?" or "OMGZZZ take it out so I can see how big it is," (as an order, not "will you...blahdiblah?") which is marginally annoying. I know that this isn't really the point, but I don't ask them why they ate so much rice pudding that their chins began to elongate away from their faces, or why they speak like complete cunts. I know that I'm in a cynical mood now, but I did learn that images are a powerful thing, and so many judgements are made solely on the way you look or how you present yourself - and these judgements seem more prominent at Winstanley than ever before in my life.
That being said, people seem to have more confidence over here, and they seem to make an effort to want to know you moreso than in Rainford, and I have met a few jewels so far - and if they bother to read this (which I doubt) I will specifically name them. All 3 come from Culcheth High School which is in Warrington, which judging from the people who come from that school is a nice place to come from. One is called Dave, like me, and has curly hair, just like me, but more so. One is called Pat, and he is so friendly it's untrue. And one is call Rachel, who, for being a girly girl, is really cool.
Another thing I've notice recently is my total lack of imagination. Whether it be in real life, or when writing something down, or whether it be on MSN, whatever; I'm just generally stuck for things to say. On MSN I've resorted to the mandatory "Hows you?" (or equivalent where needed) but in real life there is no such luxury, so I just stand around and say not much. How cool.
Oh, and I made an avatar of me with a tar black face and platinum blonde hair, which I like. Even though it's gothicxcore as. But you get on with it dontcha?
And also, Vheissu leaked, and I like it.