Mini update

Already six days into November and no posts so far, even though I had internally promised myself that I would start blogging more. I just have no motivation to do anything at the moment. It’s probably a combination of being back at school after half term and knowing I need to actually do things now, ear pain, and the fact that my mind is a big mass of confusedness at the moment.

As far as school is concerned, it started back on Monday and so far this is the second day I have been absent, although I have promised my mother that I will not be off school again for a long time. The absence is due to the aforementioned ear pain. I have done basically no homework during the past few days, despite knowing that I have important work that really need to get done. Furthermore, I left my Philosophy and Ethics folder in a classroom somewhere on Monday, and I have not yet made any sort of effort to go and find it, which is incredibly stupid of me, as I shall need it for coursework improving purposes.

I don’t think there is any point in talking about my ear pain for any great length of time, as it isn’t a particularly interesting topic, but basically, it has been hurting since Friday, and I got about two hours sleep on Monday night because of it. I saw a doctor on Tuesday and am going back today so hopefully the problem will get sorted out. I’m sort of tired of only being able to hear things in my left ear.

I am not sure where to get started on my mind to be perfectly honest. I’m not sure what to think anymore, and I am pretty sure that I am slowly becoming emotionless, whereas I have always been a very emotional person. Maybe this is my body’s way of coping with everything that is going on at the moment. There is, first of all, a financial aspect to this, in that my dad has had his hours shortened at work (he will no longer be working at all on Friday), and this has led to my parents stressing and acting like we are completely poor. I don’t mind asking for fewer things, but it is quite annoying when they are acting like we can barely afford to live, when my dad has actually only lost half a day worth of working hours. School is another worry, but I think I can skip talking about it, as I have mentioned it already. I have no idea what I can say about the other thing that has been bothering me. I’m not sure if I am panicking unnecessarily, or whether I have an actual reason to be worried. All I will say is that at the moment, it feels as though everything is falling apart at such a rapid rate that soon I will have nothing left to cling onto. I am not sure if I am in control or not, and I hate it. Hopefully I will be able to do something in the near future to improve the situation, but for now I guess all I can do is get on with things and try not to think too much.

In other, more positive news, I bought a poster of Brian Molko from Placebo from eBay the other day. It is in the post now, I just need to wait for it to arrive. I am currently trying to decide how I am going to rearrange my other posters in order to incorporate this one. There are only two posters in my room at the moment, but they are on the same wall, and I will probably have to put on of them on the other side of the room in order to make space. Oh, the post came a few minutes ago. I think my poster actually arrived, but instead of ringing the doorbell to check if anyone was in to take it, the postman decided that it would be a good idea to just put one of those ‘Sorry, you were out’ things through with the rest of the post. Where is the logic in that? I now have to wait until tomorrow to fetch it. I temporarily dislike Royal Mail.

Hopefully this weekend should be quite nice. On Friday night I am going to see Guillemots at the Custard Factory in Birmingham, and I am taking Ally with me. I didn’t realise when I ordered the tickets, but they are actually playing there as part of Gigbeth, as well as it being the first show of their Fishbone for a Drink tour. Unfortunately, this means that we are going to have to get into town early in order to fetch wristbands, and make sure that we are not late, because once the venue reaches full capacity, people will start being turned away. Why is nothing ever simple? I am supposed to be seeing a friend on Saturday, but that may not happen now as he has flu. Hopefully he will get better, but if he doesn’t it is not the end of the world. Sunday should be pretty good. I am going out for lunch with my family, consisting of two aunts, two uncles, my parents, my brother and his girlfriend, my sister and her boyfriend, my boyfriend, and me, obviously. Food is always nice.

I am actually quite excited by the fact that you can now put polls in blog entries. I like polls. I would quite like to make one but 1. I have no idea what it would be about and 2. I am pretty sure nobody would actually bother voting. Nevertheless, I shall continue to think and hopefully I will come up with something.

That’s pretty much all of the news I have at the moment, so I shall stop typing now. No doubt I’ll think of something else to say within the next couple of days, and come back and post something else.

***Update***
I discovered that the ‘Sorry, you were out’ card was actually written yesterday, but the postman didn’t put it through the letterbox until today. Odd stuff. But anyway, I now have my poster, and it is next to my bed, so I get to wake up to Brian every day. Joy!

 

Hey body, stop distracting my soul!

Right, so I got home from Northampton at about 3pm, walked into the living room and- wait a second-

“Dad, why is there a head of someone that looks like Plato in the living room?”

Mum: Because it is Plato.
Me: Why?
Dad: Because it looks nice.
Me: Fair enough.

So now I have Plato’s head in my living room, which is pretty cool ’cause he is one of my favourite philosophers.

 

Lucky 27

Before you read on, please note that yesterday was the 27th of October. I only realised that this morning. I think it rather adds to the whole coincidence element of this (entirely true) tale. On with the whole purpose of this entry. Yesterday, I ventured out to a social line dancing party (yes, I line dance, and whatever you imagine it is like, I bet that you are completely wrong). The purpose of it was to find out how well I did in the bronze medal test that I took in Septemeber. (It was just a pass, but that is not an important part of the story.) Anyway, at some point during the night, we were told that we could take part in a game of Irish bingo. For those of you that do not know, Irish bingo is similar to normal bingo in that you have a card with numbers on it, but instead of having to get all of your numbers read out, you have to hope that none of your numbers get called out, because if that happens, you are out and have to sit down. My mother bought three tickety-card type things, on for herself, one for my sister, and one for me. At first I decided that I wanted the middle one, but then I changed my mind and asked for the top one. When she gave me the tickety-card thing, I noticed that three of the numbers were 7, my favourite number and the number of children that I would like ideally, 18, the age of some of my lovely, lovely friends, and 27, Mark Greaney’s age. This made me happy, because I like coincidences and I thought it was a rather lovely coincidence that we were playing Irish bingo, and his age was one of my numbers (Mark Greaney is Irish, nice coincidence, except maybe not that nice considering that the BBC website link up there says that it might be called ‘Irish bingo’ disrespectfully, but let’s not think about that). There were also some quite nice number combinations on it, such as 84, 85 and 86, and I think 33 and 44. The numbers started to be called out, and more and more people sat down. Eventually, there were just two of us left standing. Another number was called out… and… the man sat down! I had won! So I am now thirty-five pounds richer, which is quite pleasing. I think I deserved it because most of the people in that room probably earn money through work. It’s nice when things go right for us lazy ones. So, the point of me blogging this is not to show off that I won something, but to share my love of coincidences, and for people to get excited about the links between things, so that I do not feel so silly.

In other news, yesterday, my sister’s boyfriend Chris came round and informed me than an incomplete overworld map for The Legend of Zelda (original NES game) exists. After we did a rather long-winded google search, we finally found a scan of one with the blanks to fill in. After all, it would be less fun to have a complete one and not have to find out what things are for yourself. So now I can play LoZ on Gamecube and actually find my way around.

 In other other news, I bought a Legend of Zelda keyring today.

 

Kitten

I was thinking this morning (I know, impossible to imagine) and it made me a little sad. Not the process of thinking itself, but what I was thinking about. You see, I have realised that I have not been able to feel the same way about Ralph Lauren Hot since a certain person told me they liked it. Of course it still smells exactly the same, and I do still like that smell, but it has some not so great memories attached to it now. And it is one of those annoying things where the memories would have been good before, but due to more recent goings on, they are bad memories because I miss how good things were.I went to a funeral today; my great aunt’s. It made me really aware of death. I hate being consciously aware of death, because dying is one of my greatest fears, and even though as a Christian I believe that death is not the end, I can’t help not wanting to die. It is the actual dying (verb) that I do not like the idea of. It also made me really want to start going to church again, more than I have wanted to for a while. I think it is because religion is such a comfort, no matter what situation you are in. I like knowing that God will always love me and be there for me, even if no one else is there for me.

Anyway, I am feeling really terrible, so I will stop typing now.

 

Time machine

I am not 100% sure yet. And I only want seven.

Balthazar Matthew
Gabriel Oliver
James Gulliver
Edward Pierre
Arthur Brian
Edgar Stephen

Celeste Alexandra
Alice October