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It sucks because this year, like last, our birthday is going to be mainly Rowan and his friends. We're not even making it interesting by dressing up. Not that I'm sure I wanted to, it's just... I don't know. I feel like it won't really be my party. It's Rowan's, truthfully, and while I don't resent him that I just wish I'd kept in touch enough with ( Read more... )

( for some reason, I like doing surveys. :) )

Granddad and I have this terrible habit of gossiping on the neighbours across the road - they live on a decent bit of land, house plonked right in the middle and surrounded by gardens and trees maintained by the grandfather. He's an old man, fit like Granddad - I see him go for walks during the evening.

But anyway, the gossip: there's a middle aged ( Read more... )

I went to the next town over today, with a furiously muttering Grandfather to pick up a copy of Grand Theft Auto 4 for Rowan and Kyle.

It's been hilarious, seeing those two nerd talk about this thing. I couldn't even join in if I wanted - the only thing I took away from the other game of this line that they have, was that I could fly around on a ( Read more... )

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I've found my song. The title even has my name.

It's a strange kind of feeling hearing a basic summery of yourself in someone else's work. Everything has already been done, but still... a lyric twin, so now I have two kinds.

I'm strangely down at the moment. All this emotion is unhealthy, I need to stop taking myself seriously but what can I say? I ( Read more... )

Inspired by my brother I feel like splurging - like going out and wasting an unholy amount on something that I'll ever never have occasion to wear, or that I could've done just as well with in buying a cheaper version. Maybe going to the hairdressers, or something. Just anything to burn money on... if I had it.

I'm a disappointment to myself and my ( Read more... )

If I could draw what I'm feeling, it'd be a tiny speck of white on a stormy grey canvas. Or a big, snowy white bed. I'm so tired I'm surprised that I'm actually still awake, though by now it's an old habit, staying up the night. It's become a new routine where I'll just be sinking into my pillows as the house comes alive with the sounds of Granddad ( Read more... )

I can't even say how I'm feeling any more. Weird, or maybe like I've broken the translate button in my head. Rowan spent the day out with his friend on that bike - he came in while I was sleeping and asked if I wanted to go and I think I said no, I must have, because when I woke up he'd been gone for an hour or so. There's a feeling I can't shake: ( Read more... )