Setting out in about an hour, to the wee seaside town in the south.
We'll be spending a few days there in the apartment, and I'll probably be back Friday or Saturday.

I actually did have something vaguely interesting to say, but I forgot it.
See you all soon xx

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Yeah...so the being productive thing? It's going so well.
I've taken about 600 tests today (I thought I'd show you one of them). I've also been to the supermarket. I'm now calling it the Museum of Food and Fat People.
...I went in my purple silky pyjama bottoms and one of my dad's old blue and white striped shirts. With converse. Because I'm just so lazy.
And what I bought? Pizza, and a box of chocolates because I'm feeling "special".

*sigh*
So. Who wants to help me waste some more time?

I'm sitting in ICT in a crowded computer lab. And I have Chemistry, then History. Though you'd all like to know.

I'm just incredibly bored.
I want to go home, and sit in bed with a good book and some hot chocolate. And then I want it to rain. And I want the house to myself. And then lapifors should come online! (I had physics today ;) And yep, I got way too distracted)

Blah.
I don't know what else to say. How is everybody?
<3

Well, the reason for this is to wish oripeaux a very very happy birthday! I don't suppose the package has arrived, so you'll just have to wait ;) But nevertheless, I hope you had a wonderful day *big hugs*

Second of all, lapifors has hair that smells like chocolate, and this makes me unbelievably happy :)

I'm just happy in general. So random love to all! <3

It's ten minutes until I have to go to school, and I wish I could curl up underneath my duvet and stay here until it goes dark outside again.

I'm wearing a floaty pink floral summer skirt, over thick grey tights with a thick grey jumper. It's supposed to be ironic, I bet nobody gets it. I want to take my hot water bottle to school too, and I'm actually thinking I might now. If I make it just before leaving, it will be warm all first lesson.

I have a free first, in the cold air. Maybe it will clear my head.
Oh, I don't know. Ignore me, I guess.
There's no reason for this to come about right now...

And I'd bet anything that I should do something to stop it. Too bad I don't know how, yet.

Love to all xxx Hope you're not feeling as crappy as I am right now.

Ok, so technically it's Day 2 and I still haven't posted here about it. So that must mean that I've been writing non-stop, yeah? Um, wrong.

I'm not doing too badly. Before midnight yesterday I finished 2238 words, and even though it's not bad, I'm going to do better today. It takes me a while to get into this stuff.

Like for example, feeling the need to move my desk, computer, speakers, books and all, against the opposite wall. My reasoning was thet then it would be next to my bed which would mean that I can type under the covers and be nice and warm. This worked, but it also took 20 minutes of my time.
So, after re-connecting everything, checking it all worked, booting it up, I realised that I was in the exact same place as before, with a boring opening on a so-far dreadful novel and nothing to motivate me.
This is it:

And my wall of stuff! Posters, pictures, bookshelves...and my lovely cluttered desk and unmade bed. Even when it's tidy it looks chaotic :D

Dad walked in and said "Bloody hell! Now that's writers block if I ever saw it."
Mum said "Takes after her dad, doesn't she?"

*shakes head*

But anyway, I'm underneath my lovely duvet right now, trying to start writing. Which I'll do. Soon. I need breakfast.

2,238 / 50,000 (4.5%)

Love to all xx

So...my holidays have started. I've only got a week off for half term, but it's still good.

Tomorrow I'm meeting up with a few close friends (and shh, I have a secret, although one of the friends I mentioned might read this so I can't say anything) to go shopping, eat junk food and probably sit in a café afterwards listening to music, drinking overpriced hot chocolate and role-playing.

I'm still looking forward to it, I don't make plans enough. Well, that's mostly because I don't have any money, but never mind.

And I also have to send out Shannon's package! I already have the thing addressed and half full, but I'm going to look around the shops tomorrow and see what I can find. I have another few ideas for things and of course, I'll be writing a lengthy and rambling letter probably detailing how bored I am and whatever happened during the day, so be warned darling! You'll have to read it all, I write long letters.

Which reminds me, it's almost Nano. I know, I talk about it too much :P But I'm still looking forward to it. And anyway, I scrapped half of my plot last night (God knows why, I was tired and it seemed like a good idea at the time) so I'm trying to fill in the gaps. I love my new characters though.
Is it wrong to be completely in love with Presley, the blue-eyed teenage dancer/runaway? I'm sure it is. *shrugs* Oh well.

I'm going to find some socks. My feet are cold. Ooh, there are black ones with sparkly bits on over there...
<3333

So wrong, but so right!

I don't even know why I'm doing this....there's so much other stuff I should post. Ah well.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.


And if he had - even if he had investigated only the Smollets - why should that create the great change in Drake from intense hostility to intense interest? Drake undoubtedly had knowledge he was keeping to himself. Only heaven knew how much.

- Robot Dreams (A Collection of Short Stories), Isaac ASIMOV

So yes, birthday! I don't want to a long post, but I do want to say thank you to everyone who texted/phoned/e-mailed/noted/posted on my birthday, I love you all :)

It doesn't feel any different at the moment, but the new Creative Zen MicroPhoto 4GB does help! It's lovely. Name suggestions for it? I'd like to name it after a museum or some other arty venue type place.

Anyway, I've got three birthday cards to write and send off, which I'll have to remember, but in a way I'm looking forward to having stuff to do. Distractions can be quite good.

Going back to UK on 17th I think, be there for 10 days, just thought I'd let you all know :)

Anyway, I'm going to start this new year with a few changes hopefully, and a new point of view (yes, Shannon, that does mean the "I can do everything" phase :P)

Loads of love to everybody as usual, I'm off to put another 600 tracks onto my lovely new Zen, copy this into my DA journal, and then finally, finally, sort out the new Yahoo messenger so that I can talk to all of you MSN-ers that I've missed so much.

Bye xxx

And doing alright. The stress has been so weird, but I think things will settle now.

Again, I haven't had a chance to reply to comments, and it seems a bit pointless now, but thank you so much, I really mean that. You're all lovely people and it means a lot to me...what you said really helped :)

In other news, very hot over here, I'm feeling very creative. I'll have to open up my DA account again, post some more things.
Right then. To sleep. It's already one and I stayed up until past 6 last night anyway, so I shoulgdn't get too carried away. I'll try not to.

Much love xx

First of, I can't reply to all of those comments, but they really do mean a lot to me. It's nice to know, and just reading them now really helps, thank you for the sympathy.

I'm here now, at my grandparents' house, sitting at his desk...it's emotional, it's stressful, it's so frustrating...but we're getting through.

The funeral's due to be next Friday...Jen, I won't be able to make it. You understand, right? I really wish I could, but I need to be here right now...and we'll see each other again before you leave.

I've still got family to see too, I've only seen my cousin James at the moment, but I'm more looking forward to seeing Phil. He's as upset as I am, we're both taking it pretty hard and I think it would help to see each other, after all, he's only 18...it'll be easier to talk.

But we're trying not to be too sad. He died a very rare and painless death, and so far the letters have been streaming in to my grandmother. It's so touching, they all relate to how good a person he was, how larger than life, his wonderful character, his charm, his energy, his power, his stubborness and will, his laugh...

He always lived the way he wanted to, and died the same way, with dignity and ease. He'd never wanted to become old and drag around, and so he didn't. He loved his life, he had a good time. He had so many stories to tell...I only hope I can have a fraction of the memories he had when I get to that age.

We're all holding on, our family, and it's wonderful. My parents, aunt, cousins... everybody says how proud he was of his garndchildren. How proud he was of me, talented, sharp, sassy...they say that he always knew I'd go on to do great things. So I will. I hope he'll continue to be proud of me.

I know, I'm gushing. But to anyone who read this post, thank you xx

My grandad died this morning. He collapsed, and went easily.

I feel so strange.

But anyway, we're flying into the UK tonight; the funeral's on monday. I probably won't have a chance to update...but all of your comments would mean so much to me.

I have to pack.
I didn't even get any sleep last night, I was sleeping over at Jeni's...just being stupid, being teenage, and then this morning my dad phoned...

I don't know whether the tears are here because I'm sleep deprived, or whether it's pure emotion. I guess it's true; you can never be prepared. Right then. Some coffee.

The one thing I regret the most is not keeping up with my piano lessons. He paid for them when I was young, supported me, laughed along when I told pointless stories as seven year olds do. He was a wonderful grandfather. We weren't close, but I knew I was always his granddaughter, and now I won't be.
I miss my piano.

I'm sorry.
I'll see you all in about a week xxx

...are the same as every year. I'm tired, but not enough to sleep. It's too hot anyway.

39 fucking degrees celcius!

I'm sorry, but that's just too much. I can't move.

So I've been looking for things to entertain myself with, which is surprisingly hard to do, considering I'm broke again. Well, I've got about 6 euros, but that's hardly anything, and I've still got to get my Dad's birthday present.

The reason though, that I'm so skint, is because I bought a sewing machine! It's lovely, I've been messing around with it since I got it, and have produced...well, not very much. But I've been looking on crafster.org and messing around with old clothes and such...it's fun.

Pictures of it are below :)



Ooh, now I feel like a photo entry! I've got loads from the last day, with me and people in...anyway. Maybe later. That just took ten minutes. Now what to do for the rest of the day?

Love to all, as always xx

I just had to update immediately. I really want to write in my actual diary, but I don't think I have the patience...there's just a lot I have to get out.

It was the last day of school today, but I wasn't looking forward to it at all. Not the holidays, not the break...not finally getting our reports.

There was junk food in classes (the little we went to) and signing of t-shirts and stuff...but it was afterwards.

Jeni's last day.

At the gates, we were all saying goodbyes and hugging, and then Jeni came around to me, and we both welled up and hugged. It was so...

I can't believe we're not going to be in the same class again. Even if we do keep in touch, it'll never be the same, and we wasted so much time arguing or not speaking. I'm not saying there wasn't a reason, but right now, looking back, it just wasn't worth it. She's the only person I could actually talk to, about music, or films, or us, or...anything.

All that teenage stuff I needed to talk about. We'd watch films and eat ice cream, or go shopping and take stupid pictures, and it was so worth it, I still need her. I need a friend like that to be around, just somebody who can make me feel silly and happy and giggly.

I walked out of the front gate and just burst into tears. I saw her afterwards at the tram stop and we had our proper goodbye, and we hugged for about five minutes! I know I'll see her again, but it just felt so...

I'm really going to miss her. I know it's stupid, but I can't help but cry, I'm crying even now. I'm not going to have any more stupid school memories with her in them, no more sneaking out at 1 am to flirt with the Spanish guys I normally wouldn't touch with a bargepole. No more watching Peter Kay and laughing our arses off!

Life is made of this. Hanging onto people for as long as you can and trying not to be too sad when they leave. Why?

Jen, if you're reading this, you're probably laughing! But I still want to write it down, to tell you that I love you so much, and none of the other stuff matters to me. I'll always remember you, you were my best friend for so long and that kind of thing doesn't go away.

God, I'm bawling like a baby! There are pictures from yesterday to put up, and I'm sure I'll get more from today too.

Why am I so sad? I love you Jen. Keep in touch. Promise. I don't know what else to say. Maybe more when I'm more cheerful... xxx

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!

Jesus Christ...we're done for, we're done for....

After such good play, what the fuck? Okay, I'm going to throw up. Better get downstairs in time....fuck!!!

Becks needs to get a move on, but overall, nice fluid game, things are looking good so far...


COME ON ENGLAND!

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4. I’ll tell you something I like about you
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6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours

Well now that that's out of the way!

I haven't really been posting much, have I? I kind of miss thinking about random stuff to put up here, especially as so much has happened recently. Well, nothing huge, but things that I would normally put up, anyway.

So, school's dragging on. Five tests next week, for the end of the year. The teachers are all getting sick of stuff too, and my English teacher insists on picking fights with me every time I see him! Of course, it's always him picks fights, not me. Why would I? *tries to look innocent*

No, but really, things aren't too bad. I'm fine really. Tired, of course, but I've got the entire weekend! Things are...normal. Not in a bad way at all.

I'm re reading my old diary, from when I was 11 and 12. It's actually not too bad, I used to write in it all the time and it's fun to look back. That's why I keep a real diary too, so that I can look back and relive stuff. From my youth!

So, I guess I'll be off. Comment you lot! I might not get around to replying until later on, but comment!

Love to all, as always! I'm off to watch the next match...not that it's particularly interesting, but I've been watching every World Cup match I can, so why give it up now?

Hello.

Pointless, much?
Oh well.

Wanted to update *shrugs happily* Hope all is well with everybody.


xx