Blog Archive — Page 57
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Raining Again
It just doesn’t get any better, does it?
Half an hour’s walk in the cold rain.
20 minutes stuck at Wareham.
20 minutes going slowly due to signal problems.
10 minutes waiting for stuck doors to open at Poole.
Two armed policemen and one announcement later, we’re evacuating the train and the station.
Half an hour waiting for a bus next to smoking twelve-year-olds.
An hour’s crowded bus ride.
And a final fifteen minutes walk in the rain, still in just trousers and a shirt.
Oh, and I’m more broke than an extremely broke thing, too.
I need more cake.
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Signal to Noise Ratio
The overcast skies scatter the light, dampening out the scenery into shades of grey. The rushed half-hour walk to catch a cancelled train fills my mind with fuzzy interference. And on the train I eventually caught, the noise of wheels on tracks, the noise of the electronic announcements, the noise of shouting children and mumbling old men… They all blend together into a maelstrom of noise, blocking out the signal of thoughts from my head.
A few raindrops lightly touch the window through which I stare at a dull shadow of a world.
That damnable kid screams, time after time, always when I’m least prepared for it.
I’m going to be late again.
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When Someone Else's Sofa Starts to Feel like Home
…Well, not quite. It still feels like I’m imposing, sleeping on their sofa, but at least it’s Southampton - that’s a start.
Even though not a lot happened this weekend, it was really fun! I’m not sure quite what kind of cheese the Fantastic Four movie is, but it feels… Swiss. Still, at least I was expecting it. Not having read the comics, though, I feel I shoudl probably keep my comments to myself.
We went shopping on Saturday, which reminded me of the lesson I learned a few months back. When I was growing up, I always used to think I hated shopping. I learnt that what I actually hated was shopping with my mum. Now that has been recognised and understood, I actually quite like shopping ^_^
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Sights and Sounds
The sounds of this place, for some quite inexplicable reason, are reassuring. The dull, rubbery click that my shoes - polished, black shoes, my old school shoes - make as they lightly touch the paving slabs, and the rustle they make as they push down yellow-dry grass…
Even the chattering of the crows seems strangely unthreatening, although the blackbirds silently ignore me.
There’s rabbits, too, under the bushes. People don’t worry them, even buses don’t worry them - I guess they’re used to life here. More used to it than I am.
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It's Been Three Years
It’s been three years since the summer that made this song mean something to me… Three years since that summer I used to refuse to talk about, since that summer that either broke me or fixed me.
I guess a lot of time has passed, since then. I’m a different person now, I’m sure of that much. And it doesn’t haunt me anymore.
I guess that’s progress.
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Backwash
Try as I might to live here and call this place home, it’s not. Southampton is home.
Visiting there yesterday and today really made the point to me, I think. Being there, with everyone, and seeing the city in the bright summer sunshine again… I want to go back, I want to stay there, forever, but I know it can’t be forever even if I try.
In a way I wish I could make Bournemouth feel like home. It really should, I lived here for 17 years. But it doesn’t, and I don’t know why…
Heh, I suppose I shouldn’t be making depressing posts like this after the really fun night I had last night. It was really, really good to see everyone again…
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Nerja 2005
I decided to do this all as one entry rather than about 15 separate ones for the sake of everyone’s sanity… =p Here it is anyway, for those who’re interested: My two weeks of drama in the sun.
Things written while on holiday (comments/criticism welcome):
These will become links as soon as I type up the stories themselves.
Short Story / Fanfiction: Bottle Pharaohs
Fragment: Endings and Beginnings
Fragment: Maiñe’s First Day
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Heatwave
The weather today is insane. It’s gone midnight, my windows are open, and I’m sitting at my computer - wearing shorts, drinking water constantly and sweating from every pore of my body. God only knows how I’m going to survive Spain…
Also: I love Steam and ADSL. I just downloaded Half-Life, entirely legally, in four minutes. Scary.
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Packing my Life into Colourful Plastic Boxes
So, today I’m packing up my stuff… Everything that I don’t physically need for the next week. Well, I say “physically need”, but that list does include my computer. ^_^; Anyway, it feels really odd - no matter how many times I’ve moved over the last few years, I still don’t really get used to this.
Also, I find myself in the odd position of being a DeviantArt beta tester for the next week. Can I find any new features to test? Nope. Is the deviation I submitted 10 minutes ago showing up yet? Nope. Can I re-submit it? Nope. Argh…
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Odd Mental State
I have now been up for over 24 hours, of which I’ve spent about 23 of them in the company of one individual. My brain is melting. I decided to go for a swim with Mark, but it only cleared my mind while I was there… Now I’m back to the hayfevery sauna of the rest of the world, I have a headache and sore eyes again.
Also, I am the least fit person ever. I had to pause after every two lengths, and my heart rate was hitting 150. Breast stroke. Slow lane.
All this sparring practice I’ve been doing has proved I still have the skill and agility I had a few years ago, but I think this afternoon’s proved that I lack the strength and stamina. More daily exercise for me, I think.