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i have a headache..again

I figure I must have a pretty bad headache since I lost the will to rant.. in fact I have very little to say today, I have been busy on the computer for the better part of today sorting out fansites and other people’s fansite problems.. I wonder if people who don’t run fansites know how much work actually goes into them. Well, a lot, I can tell you.

So, anyway I’ve been thinking about Summertime.. because well it should be here soon, although from looking outside at the moment you could be mistaken for feeling that maybe Christmas is just around the corner. But I am keeping the faith for some sunshine soon. I am actually going camping in June so it would be good if maybe it was warmer then. Of course by saying that you are going camping is just inviting bad weather, but it surely can’t be worse than last year.

You see last year it rained – A LOT! I was in a caravan myself, for I had learnt my lesson years previously, but my best friend hadn’t. I was actually kind enough to lend him my little dome tent, but unfortunately he would probably have kept drier sleeping in a carrier bag.

Anyway, this year my trusty old frame tent is coming with me, which should be fun. At least I know how to put it up these days.. the instructions blew away the first time I got it up so it’s kind of been a bit of a puzzle most years. Actually while I’m on the subject, here’s some advice.. NEVER lend your tent to anyone, not even your bestest ever friend.. why? well because these are the things that end up happening:

1. – You will lose at least 5-10 tent pegs (“Oh but we couldn’t get them out of the ground” you will hear your friends say..yeah right)

2. – It may come back colour coded!! – Now this is a strange one perhaps but my beloved tent did indeed come back with hideous blue sticky crap covered in numbers all over it. Now whilst it may have proven to be useful, I would like to make the desicion to deface my tent myself.

3. – Legs may be missing – Now okay so you send a tent away with five legs and it comes back with four.. now it’s true one was a spare, but an explanation would be welcomed.

4. – Re-packing may be required. Because when other people borrow your tent they just don’t seem to take the time to pack it back in it’s bag, and with a big tent that’s a big problem! Especially when it’s wet..

So, you see it’s quite simple really.. if someone wants to borrow your tent, just tell them to go to Tesco and get one for like £15.. it may cost them, but it’s better than costing your friendship, lol. I just realised I have rediscovered the ability to rant.. oh joy..


School Days

Okay so about 30 seconds after finishing my last post I got an attack of inspiration. Shool Days – Mine are far behind me thank goodness, but well the effects of school just don’t ever seem to leave you. I have decided to write a little list of all the things that I personally remember and often have been left traumatized over.. maybe you’ll find something in common with me:

1. – Cross-Country … Probably not named this anymore, it’s where teachers exact their revenge by making little chidlings (my new word for children), run for miles over horrible hills and through crappy puddles all in the name of ‘excercise’. Now for some it may be mildly entertaining, but for most – me included – it was HELL.. and always a great way to be picked out as the ‘slow one’ when you come in last around an hour after everyone else has showered and dressed, clutching your side because you’ve had stitch for like the last 20 minutes. (For anyone wondering what ‘stitch’ is, well it’s an insanely painful event that leaves you clutching your side in agony, whilst everyone around you is saying ‘Oh it’s only stitch’… Only stitch my as*)

2. – The lunchbox hunt … Okay now this only happened in little school.. It’s when you arrive in the school hall for dinner to find a row of crates filled with tupperware containers that all pretty much look the same, and you know yours is in there somewhere.. you just know it.. BUT WHERE!!!

3. – Assembly …. Sitting cross-legged on a cold wooden floor for about half an hour, singing random songs like ‘Morning has Broken’, whilst listening to teachers spouting information that you’ve probably forgotten around a minute after they said it – that’s if you even listened in the first place.

4. – Bullies .. Now for anyone reading this who may be suffering – I’m not in any way gonna make this a trivial thing.. Bullies are just about everywhere – they are usually the insecure one’s who have to pick at someone else just to make themselves look bigger and better than they actually are. School for many is just a lame popularity contest that lasts for years and somewhere during that time you also learn about maths, english etc.. Truth is, it doesn’t really matter if you are popular at school, because once you leave it won’t mean shit!

5. – The changing rooms … Arrgh, every kids worst nightmare! Especially if your 5ft nothing and you haven’t exactly developed that quickly. In fact there is only one thing worse than the changing rooms for me – the swimming pool! Mainly because I already look like a matchstick without the need for the most hideous of all items of ‘swimwear’ – The Swimming Cap’ – I mean seriously, let’s just see how humiliating we can make this.. Oh and to top it off I couldn’t swim a bloody centimetre let alone a length.. So what did they give me.. A swimming costume with built in floats all around the middle – now that’s just cruel!!!!

So, that’s it for now.. maybe you are familiar with some of those. But take heart, for you will survive the horror that is school, and then you can look back like me and remember all those years and THANK GOD you never have to go back!!!!!

Attempting the ‘Zen’ thing

Yes I may have actually gone slightly crazy, why? Well I am trying to remain calm, live my life a little more on the ‘Zen’ side.. So far it’s not going great but then with neighbours who insist on giving me a personal disco through my floorboards – well it’s not easy to remain calm. So it all got me to thinking about trying things to make me clamer.. I already tried Kaballah – well, technically I didn’t actually get round to trying it, but I did by the red string which to be honest is still sitting in it’s envelope since I bought it around 6 months ago.. I’m sure it would do better around my wrist, but well something just keeps me from going ahead with it.

It seems to me that the whole world is sending itself loopy in an ironic attempt to be calmer. What am I actually ranting on about I hear you ask yourself? Well to be honest I’m not sure. So, after confusing both you and myself I shall go now. Maybe I’ll cook some food in a bit.. but I can’t decide what to cook.. I feel the stess coming on again!!!

Facebook ‘Friends’

Now it’s unusual for me to rant.. not.. but this time it’s about the addictive Facebook.. yet another online collection of people claiming to be ‘friends’ with each other, despite the fact that most don’t have any contact or have ever met. Now, I’m not actualy having a go at everyone on there, for I am on there myself, but my grievance is with people who add you as a friend and then have no contact with you whatsoever. That bugs me!! Facebook is clearly set up in a way that allows you to INTERACT with each other, so why the hell do so many people not bother with the interaction. I mean then it’s just like a long list of names in a weird popularity contest on the internet that leaves you feeling just a little like you stepped back into the playground.

Rant over.. I think. I have deleted people, basically because having their name listed on my page doesn’t really do that much for me. So, that’s my bitchin done. On the plus side for today I watched Lindsay Lohan in ‘Freaky Friday’ this avo and it was pretty good!

Deja Vu

Yes that’s when you are pretty sure you’ve already done the thing you are doing.. re-living the moment before it’s happened, etc.. So, imagine my joy when today I ended up back at the dentists.. not just any dentist, but the same one from YESTERDAY!! I’m sure it was a clear Kodak moment when she saw me bursting with joy as I came through the door. God knows I just wanted to get in and out again as quick as I could.

So it turns out she did a bit of a botch job yesterday – surprised ? – well no not really. But this time, she just filed things down a bit and sent me on my way complete with anti-biotics that taste something like a cross between banana milkshake and metal, or at least what I would presume metal tastes like.

My plans for tomorrow are really quite simple… try NOT to go to the dentist. Oh and sorry for not explaining that I moved my blog.. I do random things like that sometimes.

The Dentist from HELL

I have, like many of you, been to the dentist on many an occassion and don’t get me wrong it’s never what you would call a bundle of laughs, but today I met the dentist from HELL. I thought I was just going in for a routine temporary filling thingy, but oh no, she had other ideas. Now I’m not having a go at her just for doing more than I had anticipated, but I am totally having a go about her attitude. I’m so angry, in fact, that I cannot even put it into words that can be printed on here. And what could posibly make this worse – yep a tooth that hurts even more now than when I went in..

So, now I have a tooth I can’t bear to touch, let alone bite on.. a headache the size of a mountain and a LOT of stored up anger ready to vent itself no doubt on some poor unsuspecting individual who happens to cross my path… but other than that I’ve had a frickin fabulous day.

The Perm.. just a horrible memory

Well, I was just reading Amber’s blog and it occured to me that I once had a perm.. yep a real bona-fide 80’s perm.. and it looked hideous. I still remember the over excited feelings that swamped me in the hours leading up to it, thinking this would make me like one of the cool kids.. oh my goodness how wrong can a person be. What I actually ended up looking like was Poochie.. now if you were, like me, a child of the eighties then you will remember Poochie.

See, now I NEVER talk about ‘the perm’, it was that much of a disaster, in fact I’m wondering if perhaps you can get post traumatic stress from such an event, because that would explain a lot of my more recent problems. Certainly I will always remember the long walk back from the hairdressers looking like I had electrocuted myself, and trying to fight back the tears as the general public tried not to laugh to hard as they walked past.

So, why exactly am I recounting this experience, well mainly to advise you all… NEVER, EVER have a perm.. even if by some strange cosmic imbalance, it becomes dare I say ‘fashionable’.. just don’t do it!