My beloved Monster and Me

Well, today was a good day, did the whole peer tutor training thing, it was really good fun.
anyway, I'm off to Glasgow for two days tomorrow morning, viewing university type things. i.e. doing lots of shopping!!!!
I'm so sure I had something to talk about.
It's quite upsetting looking at the stats for Mr.T's site compared to mine, Its like mine is older but he has SOO many more words written.. I'm quite scared. Davey too, he is either just ahead or just behind me..

ooohoo makes me wanna dance ooohoo its a new romance ooohoo I look into your eyes ooohoo best years of our lives.

Watched the original Stepford Wives on saturday... Its pretty scary. Just the thought that something like that could happen.. Its really really good, but slightly scary... Why is it in *horror* movies they all have power cuts, or parts of their houses are really dark at all the scary bits?? There was a thunder storm at the scary bit. Although, actually, the scariest sequence in the entire film is the closing one. (Sorry if you haven't seen it.) But, when they all walk through the supermarket with their trolleys and pretty clothes and greet each other pleasantly, without finding anything out about the other person, that is so creepy. It's like the are all on a big conveyor belt... creepy. Apparently the new one is supposed to be funny, whereas the old one (while being funny) was very blackly humourous.

Actually, thats another thing, she never had breasts (well, none worth speaking of) throughout the whole film, then suddenly at the end she (her robot (Sorry.)) had breasts. Ridiculous, but the husband probably specified it.

Just looking at the Sunday Times and they have a feature (in their supplement magazine) about what we teens do and why we do it, all about our drinking, sex, drugs and rock n' roll lifestyles... I've not read it yet...
But I will..
According to this, almost 40% of Scottish and English 15 yr old girls (note this is all focused on GIRLS, no guys so far...) and almost 20% of 13 yr old girls drink spirits every week- almost 10% more than guys of those ages.
Around 30% of English and Welsh 13 yr olds have been drunk two or more times.
Nearly 14% of English 11 yr old boys drink weekly, however by the age of 13 thats risen to 34%.

Blimey, thats alot of alcohol for such young people. It goes on to discuss how much drugs we take, how much sex we have and how much we all smoke.
Its quite scary. I didn't have a drink till I was at least 15. I think that was only at Christmas too.

I really don't get the whole going out to get drunk and have lots of sex and get stoned out your head so you can't remember anything the next day. Thats so not how I have fun.

But anyway, I should go and write a CV so that I can persuade places tht they really want to employ me.... They really really do....

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Guess what I found out today?
Sorry to be depressive (again) and all...
Anyway, Nickys headstone went up on thursday.
There has to be poetic justice or something in that.

oo la la

Today was a little trippy.. Went to the Glenrothes Careers Convention (that reminds me, I need to get a RSAMD prospectus.. excuse me..) Ok. well, the careers convention wasn't much different to the one we had at school some time ago... but, hey, it was a skive...

I got back to school in time for fourth Period- which meant STUDY!!! So, Jen and I wandered around town, posting letters and the like.

Then after lunch (with Frase, he came back again!!) we had creative writing. Which was interesting as we were listening to music that had memories or connections for our teacher. This was all peachy keen, I was enjoying recognising (or not) some of the songs she played. Fine, until we got to the last song. Coldplay, Trouble. She had to go and add that song to her list. She introduced it saying about how Nicky had chosen it to play at her funeral. From the word go, ie her first mention of Nicky, my hands were shaking. By the time we got past the intro, to the first verse, I was crying. Tears running down my cheeks and a runny nose and all. not a pretty sight. I just couldn't help it. It was beyond my control.

She let us go to the toilet or whatever after that, we were due a break, so I just bombed it out of the classroom, then heard Jen running up behind me. Even after nearly 7 months of no Nicky, its very hard to take. Very very hard.

I even sat on the bus with a lump in my throat, my hands shook for at least the first twenty minutes of the last period of CW.

These things just remind you of how vulnerable we all are. The mortality of us.

ok. I should go.
Good day to you all.

ooh the glory days

I was walking into my kitchen today, past the cork board that hangs on the side wall, facing you as you enter the kitchen, and I saw, as I do every time I walk into the kitchen the fading photograph from the local newspaper that my mum stuck up when I was beginning primary One. Sitting next to me (I'm in a nice tunic type dress that was oh so fashionable in P1) is our very own Mr. T. Sporting beautiful big (white framed? That's how they look in the photo) glasses. Oh, the joys of P1. Sam Neilson has krinkly bunches in. David, always the teachers pet (er...) is standing right next to Mrs I-can't-quite-remember-her-name. David Lindsey also looks fresh-faced and ready for the challenges of primary. Oh, the fun.

I remember me and David (L) used to go to his house and hide in his shed and play with chemistry sets, setting things on fire and stuff.. It was soo much fun. He had (has?) a big fat cat, she was really old.

oh, my gosh, I remember one time I was at Davids house and we were in the bathroom, we'd locked ourselves in cos we were doing something daft and trying to get away from his mum (who is very nice, as is his dad, when he speaks) and we found, in one of the little cupboards his bathroom had, some disposable razors. Being as we were, young, and curious we decided to try shaving what little hair there was on our legs. My leg was fine, only a tiny wee cut that hardly bled, but when we got to Davids (dry shaving you understand) we decided to go for the knee area... Bad idea. We managed to cut his knee, a fairly shallow cut, but it bled SOOO much. We were really freaked, but decided to try and clean it by running his leg under the tap... Did that help? No. We eventually had to go out and tell his mum... Which wasn't as bad as expected...

Och. I haven't seen David in ages. Bumped into him and his mum in Tescos after work one day, but that was a while ago. Its a shame.

I always did have odd friends. Even though I was in the *popular* group at primary, I still hung out with the not-so-popular people, like David Lindsey.

I wonder if he still remembers our after school escapades.... We *broke* into his neighbours garden a few times...

Anyway, all this reminiscing was brought on by me actually Looking at the cork board.
I should keep this stuff to myself really shouldn't I?
Ohh, I made good progress on my script for Drama this weekend. I now have 6 pages of script. That's quite a lot for three days work, and most of it was just writing, it came pretty easily. I'm quite pleased with what I've done. I even wrote my MER (sucks) essay. Dull, dull, dull. And I started my Celestina essay. Oh the productiveness of my weekend.

My dad got West Wing series 1&2 the complete box sets off eBay recently, so we need to start watching them....

G'night for now.

shifugger

fuggery fuggery fuggery

Why oh why can I not have normal friendships??

OOOOH. I had another driving lesson today. That was fun. Apparently, I will be ready to sit my test in ten to eleven weeks. How scary is that???

jings.

Thats all.

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Turning through sick lullabies, but that's just the price I pay.

I saw Celestina last night. It was fairly good, not nearly as bloody as we all expected. For all the Celestina was stabbed 30 odd times there was no actual blood. Or even fake blood... Odd... It was good though. Although Parmeno did (unfortunately) get an erection after he'd finished having sex with Areusa. Which was amusing. He was only in small y-front type underwear... Anyway, he got nude onstage, then Calisto at the end got naked. Completely butt naked. He had a bigger knob. People were discussing this on the bus home, so I just thought I would inform y'all. Sorry for any innocent minds...

Oh, Mr T, no, the theatre wasn't in a red light area, but much use of red lighting (the other predominant colour was green) and smoke was deployed throughout the play...

I think I got stung on the eye by a wasp today. It flew into my eye and then went away, but my eye was really stingy and tingly and sore for about 20 minutes after. Not my actual eyeball but my eyelids. hmmm. Oh well, It doesn't hurt now...

Seriously advise against doing Higher MER just because of the sheer annoyingness of Ecosystems. Our biology dep't is seriously unfortunate, it's realy warm and stuffy and determined to make you fall asleep. And I spend the entire of tuesday afternoon in there.... It SUCKS!

Was quite annoyed at several of my friends today. Just didn't feel like talking t o them and then there was stupidity over where we sat. I mean for *expletives that I don't use anymore* sake why don't we just sit on a *grr* picnic table. We can all get around it and talk and aren't sperated by the width of the walkway bit of the Quad where no-one talks across the *division*. Just because some-*grr*-one doesn't like *grr* picnic tables in the middle of the Quad. For *grr*s sake we are the *grr* SIXTH years! Its our RIGHTFUL PLACE! ! Sorry. I just didn't want to talk to some people earlier. I still don't really want to speak to them.

Anyhooo.
I should go get something to eat.
smoo