So today I thought I had a half hour lecture at 3.30 (well, according to my timetable), so not long before I went in I had some Red Bull, knowing that I’d get out before the “need to pee” effect came on.
Turns out it was really a 1.5 hour long lecture, and I ended up sandwiched in the middle of a row with no escape, because it was so damn busy.
So yeah, moral of the story is to be careful with your caffeine consumption.
So today I got a package delivered to me. I had a couple of CDs I bought off Amazon still to come, so I assumed it was one of them…
Alas, it wasn’t. It was this. I’ve never even heard of the band before, and there was no receipt with it!
Maybe someone sent it to me as a gift? Who knows! Free CD anyway. YAY.
Seriously. I know it’s only 9.30, but they have some sort of toy they keep setting off and it’s so loud, and mixed with their hideously squeaky voices it just becomes super aggravating.
What puzzles me is that the kids next door are 13 and 15. Well, I say they are next door…their grandmother lives next door (the grandfather did too, but he died a few years ago. :”’() and the kids are always pushed onto her to look after. Their mother is a crazy bitch and enjoys parking her car in the way of our driveway. Maybe the annoying children drove her to this TOTAL INSANITY.
I’m not sure where this post is going, but I’ll just go with the flow. I’m starved for attention these days.
So yeah, back to discussing the neighbours. The woman next door has two children as far as I’m aware. One is the crazy bitch and one seems to be a 45 year old virgin. (I assume, I don’t know anything about him. Yes, I’m a bitch.) The children, therefore, are definitely not his, therefore must be the 13 and 15 year old. How many 13 and 15 year olds run about their grandparents’ gardens playing!? THIS MAKES ME EVEN ANGRIER. They should be getting high and having sex like the kids seem to enjoy doing these days. Or maybe they should be doing what I did when I was their age…playing with beanie babies and obsessing over Crazy Taxi on the Dreamcast. ANYTHING. I just don’t want them screaming about the garden.
Of course, this makes me wonder just how deathly annoying I was when I was younger. I loved playing in the garden. We had a swing and a slide and a sandbox and a paddling pool (God, I’m sounding like the poorly characterised autistic guy from The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night here) and lots of other stuff. I was in the garden constantly from as soon as Spring came ’til the end of Autumn. Being a child, naturally I wasn’t massively aware of the world around me…so I am sorry to say that I must have, therefore, created my fair share of noise. I had a cap gun I used to love playing with too (though I feared it and held it as far away from my face as possible, as my father told me I could deafen myself with it), which would have created a nice and horrifying din for our neighbours.
When I was a young child we had neighbours with “children” who were about the same age as I am now. Perhaps they sat in their rooms writing into their diaries (let’s remember, no blogs way back in those days!) about the fucking annoying brats next door. I’ll never know. I guess I’m a hypocrite either way.
I miss those days. Jumping into the range of a sprinkler these days just makes me cold and wet. Why wasn’t it cold when I was younger? Th same goes for the sea. I remember running into the sea as quick as possible as a child, never having to get used to the temperature. It takes me forever now. Maybe the unpleasant memories just fade faster with time.
It’s funny how much fun I had at the beach despite not being able to swim. I adored the beach. I also got emotionally attached to my airbeds. I cried one time when we had to throw one away because it wouldn’t deflate (therefore wouldn’t fit into the suitcase). That was probably the best holiday I ever had. It was only in Spain, but I had such an amazing amount of fun. After being at the beach all day I’d get something to eat then go to the hotel pool until it got dark. Everyone seemed to bore of the pool by about 5pm, so I had free roam of it.
The other thing about that particular holiday that stands out is the craze of the time…VIRTUAL PETS. When I went I already had one virtual pet. It was called Bobo and was a little anal dog that insisted on having it’s food exactly at 5pm every day and going to bed exactly at 11pm every day. Bobo liked schedule, and as fun as he was, I wanted something different…and I sure got that!
I remember buying three virtual pets during my stay, but I only recall details of two of them. The first was a total rip-off of the Nanopet, which was close behind the good old Tamagotchi in popularity. I enjoyed this one very much…until one day, during this holiday, I went to have a bath and told my sister to look after it. 20 minutes later she comes running to me showing me it had died. :”(
The second one I remember is the best. I got it at some odd market in the town. It was supposed to be a cat, but when I turned it on it seemed to be a hexagon with eyes. No matter…it would grow into a cat eventually.
The problem with the hexagon with eyes wasn’t it’s appearance…it was how to keep it alive. Every time you did something for it, it would go through an odd sequence of Chinese letters, and it would either change, stay the same or die. Thing was, deciding to clean up pee instead of poop would cause it to die. It got to the point where the thing horrified me. I kept it going, but I felt so nervous with it. I WAS A WREAK.
Virtual pets were hilarious come school time. By primary 6 I had about a dozen of them, as did my sister, and because we weren’t allowed them in school, we left them at home for our parents to look after. They knew we’d be way too upset if one died, so they got pretty stressed out looking after the 12 little bastards. They probably neglected our real live cat for them.
But I’m gibbering just a little, aren’t I? You know what though? THE CHILDREN NEXT DOOR HAVE SHUT UP. HALLELUJAH!!
I am so fucking stupid.
So I was shopping with my mum and sister for graduation clothes, and mum gave me her car key to go back to the car and wait on her while she got stuff for herself. When I got to the car it wouldn’t open. I kept pressing the button on the key but nothing happened. Eventually I figured the battery was dead, so I went for doing it the old fashioned way and put the key into the door lock. OMG IT WOULDN’T TURN. I kept trying but something wasn’t right. I thought the car might have been damaged and the locking system was broken or something.
Then, just as I was about to call my mother and tell her she’d probably need to call the AA, I REALISED IT WAS THE WRONG FUCKING CAR. The real car was sitting a few spaces away.
Is it possible to be stupider than that? I doubt it.
What is ‘it’? ‘It’ is locking my keys inside my car!
So to make a story out of such a simple incident, I decided I’d get my bag, which was sitting in the passenger seat, out by getting out the car and opening the passenger seat door. Logical enough, since that made it easier than lugging it over the steering wheel…except that when I got out and closed the door I realised I had left my keys in the Goddamn bag. OMG PANIC.
Yes I did swear to myself in the middle of the parking lot, thank you.
But do not fear! My panic was for nothing! It turns out the passenger door was, luckily, already open! SAVED FROM CATASTROPHY.
And that was my drama of the day. STAY TUNED FOR MORE DRAMA LATER ON.
So I have just come back from a trip to the Scottish Highlands. If you don’t know where the Highlands are, here is a map…
I didn’t go right to the top of the country, since it’d take too long and would probably be a little boring, but I visited one town and one city as well as the biggest mountain range in the UK (Nevis range)…NOW LET ME TAKE YOU ON A TOUR.
Day 1
Quiet country road at about 8am. Trucks and buses coming towards you on this thing is not pleasant! I was glad I wasn’t driving…watching was stressful enough.
Magic Tree is bigger than the mountains!
Loch Lomond, the biggest lake in the UK. Passed here about 8.30, before all the people from the city rushed to it and put boats out all over it!
Hours later we arrived at the hotel in Oban, which is a small seaside town. It was decent, though it was filled with old people, and they gawked at me as I walked about it, no doubt assuming I was gonna be doing some breaking and entering.
Although the hotel was “decent”, I didn’t sleep for more than a few hours, because there were floorboards creaking above my room all night, constantly. It was coming from the same area, therefore I’m pretty sure it was the same person making the noise. By about 4am I snapped and shouted “SHUT UP, YOU FREAK, SHUT UP”, and you know what? THEY SHUT UP. Finally I got some peace! It was bliss.
View from hotel. It didn’t get much darker than this all night, because they don’t get much darkness in the north during summer. It felt pretty odd.
CHURCH WITH FACE.
View of the town. Nice and quaint, don’t you think? The boat in the photo (the smallest one, nearest to the camera, that is…not the cruise ship) is the only paddle steamer in the world. I don’t find this fact very interesting, but maybe you do.
Sunset in Oban! When taking this photo a drunk English guy walked past me and it took me about 5 minutes to work out what he said. Maybe he was from Liverpool or something.
Day 2
This is the view from inside a cable car going up the mountain Aonach Mor, which is in the Nevis Range at Fort William. It went up almost 3,000 feet, and the views were pretty dramatic. It was like 26c at the top, which I didn’t expect at all. Mountains are supposed to be cold, dammit! I felt myself almost getting sunstroke, even. -_-
Here are some other views:
At the top of the mountain a military fighter jet flew past. So what you may think, but the impressive thing was that it was below us. That’s how high up we were! The air was noticeably thinner there too, and I found walking harder due to getting slightly more out of breathe…but standing still and listening to the sound of nothing, no people or birds (since birds can’t live that high up) was incredible. It was an unexplainable feeling.
Afterwards we went towards Inverness and stopped off at a carpark/viewpoint to photograph Ben Nevis. It had snow on it, but I dunno how visable that will be here.
When nearing Loch Ness, almost every sign we saw mentioned the damn thing. This was my favorite:
SINCE WHEN WAS THE MONSTER A BIG RED WORM!?
A model of the monster, COMPLETE WITH BABIES.
Finally we reached Inverness. We passed Loch Ness, but it seems I didn’t take any photos :braindead: Inverness was also bloody freezing. It’s on the east coast of the country, so it gets the North sea chills and isn’t warmed by the gulf stream. Going from 26c to 15c was a shock!
The hotel here was nice (4 star…much better than the previous 3 star place!), though our view from the window was of the hotel restaurant kitchens. >: (
This is Inverness Castle, and was across the road from the hotel. It’s not very impressive since it’s newish for a castle, but I figured I’d photograph it anyway. It is a courthouse seemingly these days.
Day 3
THE LAST DAY. After being disallowed a breakfast at the hotel we left and went to Glencoe, which is a vally between two mountains.
We also went to the Loch Ness Visitor’s centre, which happily told us that every human on earth could be submerged in Loch Ness 3 times easily and there’d still be room for more bodies. I giggled at this fact.
Random boat outside the place. It was used for measuring the depth of the loch or something.
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST (OK actually, this is least, I lie)
I’m not sure where this is or when I took it, but it’s a nice photo. Some random boat on some random loch.
AND THERE YOU HAVE IT. Whirlwind tour of a small part of the Scottish Highlands. I hope you’ve enjoyed the trip. Please come again.
So yesterday I had an important interview (which I assume you gathered from the title) and before going in I went to the bathroom, to pee and to fiddle with my face, as the totally vain human being I am (not about the peeing…I mean about the face fiddling).
I needed to moisturise, because my skin is really dry from the medication I am on…but after I did that I notice the massive spot on my face looked pickable (ie – it looked like it had dried enough for me to pick at it without too much bloody). Oh how wrong I was. THE BLEEDING WOULDN’T STOP. I realised I was going to be late, so I grabbed some tissue and semi-ran to the location, while trying to inconspicuously dab at my gushing face. Alas, the gushing did not cease, so I went though said important interview with blood pouring from the huge AND MORE OBVIOUS THAN EVER spot on my face.
LESSON LEARNED.
So while waiting on my sister at the train station today I decided to buy lunch…because it was lunchtime. DESIONS DESIONS. I doddled about the store for a few minutes, torn between some kinda prawn salad and a sandwich when I spotted sushi; DESIONS MADE. Now for the next obstacle: paying. The cue wasn’t long (yay), but when I got to the front the women asked me if I’d like a bag. I said “no” clearly enough, BUT SHE ASKED AGAIN…this time however she moved close to me and had the most patronising tone to her voice that I had ever faced.
I wish I had had a witty comeback to her bitchiness, people, but being me I didn’t. I just angrily said “no”, grabbed my sushi and walked quickly away.
Stay tuned for another story of the day probably not tomorrow or the day after or the day after that or the day after the day after that, but maybe after the day after the day after that.
So until then, good day, folks!