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blood_wingedNow it's been established that I need to stalk the main comm a lot more often, I actually have an update today.
My sad absence from posting fics has been due to many things, not all of them good, but on Sunday I went to Southport. For those British people who have never been to Southport, imagine Blackpool only less gaudy, with fewer piers, and you've about got it. If you're British and can't imagine Blackpool on account of never having been or suffering some kind of post-traumatic stress from being left in the underground public toilets by your mother's friend who was supposed to be looking after you and coming up on the wrong side of the road and being shouted at because of it... more power to you, you don't want to imagine Blackpool.
The phone is ringing. I'm not answering it. Phones weird me out.
Anyway- bleurgh, cold tea... - the weather was good (shock) and we wandered around, and walked up the mile pier. Not all the way to the end, because a mile is a long way to walk for bugger all and then you still have to walk back.
We saw a pigeon. I'm sure you're wondering why I'm bringing this up and I'm doing so on account of the fact that I found this pigeon rather amusing. It was just sat there, on a bit of grass next to the pier, surrounded by bits of bread, barely feet from the path and not moving when people walked past it. We - that is, the people I was with, that being my friend Kelly, her boyfriend Matt, and Matt's friend Pete - decided that this pigeon was a low ranking member of the seagull mafia and was guarding the stash until they came back.
On the beach, Kelly and I rescued five ladybirds. I don't know what the hell they were doing half a mile out on the sand but they seemed to have crash landed, and were unable to take off again because of the wind. It was rather windy.
We later saw the same pigeon, on the other side of the path, sat between the tracks of a train line. Apparently he had failed in his duties and rather than let the seagulls take care of him was saving them the job and doing it himself.
Then, we went for some Chinese. There was a cute waiter there. I had duck. I love duck. Yum yum.
I spent the next couple of days making myself horribly depressed looking for jobs, before coming to the conclusion that there are no jobs. I have just been informed by my friend Tom that he has just been offered a job, so perhaps I'm not looking hard enough, or all the jobs are on another plane of existence that I simply don't have access to. I'm probably not looking hard enough, but the other explanation makes me feel better.
A good thing is that I talked to the friend I was bawwing about yesterday, and she really hasn't changed all that much. Not that I can tell, anyway. Yet. We shall see. What I find funny is that for the past couple of months she's been practically stalking me too scared to talk to me because of what I'd think of her. Silly woman. I do love her though.
Bit of TMI, now. Maybe. If you're squicky about that kind of thing.
I got the curse dropped on me this morning. I've been in pain all day. The main problem with this, is that I'm in so much pain that it upsets my stomach, so I really don't want to eat anything.
It really fucking sucks.
What else can I tell you...
I'm going to Brugge in December. Mum wanted to go in July for her birthday but we figured it might be too hot and so we got on a thing for the Christmas Markets. I'll take lots of photos.
I'm also going to Venice in September. This was not quite so elaborately planned, more of a suggestion sprung onto my father![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pushkingram by myself and my sister sparklyscorpio . We didn't actually expect him to agree to take us, but he did, because he's freaking awesome. So I'm going to Venice. I'll take lots of photos.
I might also be going to Ireland if I can ever get a hold of my friend Alison to make the arrangements for summer.
Also, I might impose myself uponlemiru in Switzerland if I have the money. We can have tea.
I'm going to be writing a lot today.
My sad absence from posting fics has been due to many things, not all of them good, but on Sunday I went to Southport. For those British people who have never been to Southport, imagine Blackpool only less gaudy, with fewer piers, and you've about got it. If you're British and can't imagine Blackpool on account of never having been or suffering some kind of post-traumatic stress from being left in the underground public toilets by your mother's friend who was supposed to be looking after you and coming up on the wrong side of the road and being shouted at because of it... more power to you, you don't want to imagine Blackpool.
The phone is ringing. I'm not answering it. Phones weird me out.
Anyway- bleurgh, cold tea... - the weather was good (shock) and we wandered around, and walked up the mile pier. Not all the way to the end, because a mile is a long way to walk for bugger all and then you still have to walk back.
We saw a pigeon. I'm sure you're wondering why I'm bringing this up and I'm doing so on account of the fact that I found this pigeon rather amusing. It was just sat there, on a bit of grass next to the pier, surrounded by bits of bread, barely feet from the path and not moving when people walked past it. We - that is, the people I was with, that being my friend Kelly, her boyfriend Matt, and Matt's friend Pete - decided that this pigeon was a low ranking member of the seagull mafia and was guarding the stash until they came back.
On the beach, Kelly and I rescued five ladybirds. I don't know what the hell they were doing half a mile out on the sand but they seemed to have crash landed, and were unable to take off again because of the wind. It was rather windy.
We later saw the same pigeon, on the other side of the path, sat between the tracks of a train line. Apparently he had failed in his duties and rather than let the seagulls take care of him was saving them the job and doing it himself.
Then, we went for some Chinese. There was a cute waiter there. I had duck. I love duck. Yum yum.
I spent the next couple of days making myself horribly depressed looking for jobs, before coming to the conclusion that there are no jobs. I have just been informed by my friend Tom that he has just been offered a job, so perhaps I'm not looking hard enough, or all the jobs are on another plane of existence that I simply don't have access to. I'm probably not looking hard enough, but the other explanation makes me feel better.
A good thing is that I talked to the friend I was bawwing about yesterday, and she really hasn't changed all that much. Not that I can tell, anyway. Yet. We shall see. What I find funny is that for the past couple of months she's been practically stalking me too scared to talk to me because of what I'd think of her. Silly woman. I do love her though.
Bit of TMI, now. Maybe. If you're squicky about that kind of thing.
I got the curse dropped on me this morning. I've been in pain all day. The main problem with this, is that I'm in so much pain that it upsets my stomach, so I really don't want to eat anything.
It really fucking sucks.
What else can I tell you...
I'm going to Brugge in December. Mum wanted to go in July for her birthday but we figured it might be too hot and so we got on a thing for the Christmas Markets. I'll take lots of photos.
I'm also going to Venice in September. This was not quite so elaborately planned, more of a suggestion sprung onto my father
pushkingram by myself and my sister sparklyscorpio . We didn't actually expect him to agree to take us, but he did, because he's freaking awesome. So I'm going to Venice. I'll take lots of photos.I might also be going to Ireland if I can ever get a hold of my friend Alison to make the arrangements for summer.
Also, I might impose myself upon
lemiru in Switzerland if I have the money. We can have tea. I'm going to be writing a lot today.
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Date: 2010-04-14 05:46 pm (UTC)Did you know that an euphemism for the curse in french is "the englishmen have arrived" (think redcoats)? Just another sign of the amazing love the French have towards the English. I guess.
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Date: 2010-04-14 05:47 pm (UTC)Oh, that's brilliant...
Late . . . or am I? Yes I am.
Date: 2010-04-15 08:55 pm (UTC)We are united in tales of woe :|
Ahhh I'm glad the weather was good for you :) that is really something special. Sounds like you had a fun time (though if I were you - I'd lay low for a bit after the encounter with the pigeon ¬_¬ the winged forces do not take kindly to their agents being identified. Just a heads up.)
Finding a job is a bitch but if something toddles along (or if you capture this toddling career and decide to keep it in a cage somewhere :>) GOOD LUCK WITH IT!!!
Wow so many foreign places 8D I know nummuch about Brugge but Venice is supposed to be lovely (my friend has just got back, she walked aroung going Veee~ for a week XD)
IRELAND!!! My (half) home! (though I live in the Land of Eng atm)
TEAAAA!!!
WRITING!!!
well I'm going to go calm down . . . . >//< hoyeah I'm off to read that fic now aren't I
xxx
see you in the next life *fades away*
*returns for tool kit* SHUTUP!!!
*uses the door this time*
Re: Late . . . or am I? Yes I am.
Date: 2010-04-15 08:57 pm (UTC)Hee~
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Date: 2010-04-16 03:22 am (UTC)Why do you need a job, btw? o.o And you're going to visit so many pretty places, how lucky ;w;
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Date: 2010-04-16 12:33 pm (UTC)1. I'm 21 years old and should be earning my own money.
2. I think it would be nice to be able to help my mum out since I'm living at home for free.
3. There's things I want to do that require money.
4. I need to pay for a Masters degree.
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Date: 2010-04-16 01:06 pm (UTC)For the Masters degree, have you thought on applying for a scholarship? If I were to pay a full Masters degree, I know I'd need to work for years to be able to pay it Dx
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Date: 2010-04-16 01:10 pm (UTC)I have thought of applying for a scholarship but I left it too late for this year and I don't want to wait or I'll never get around to doing it. Scholarships are incredibly competitive here especially in English departments.