Hi.
That isn't a good hi, that isn't a bad hi, it's just... well.. hi.
So i went to Plymouth for a couple of days with Steven. You didn't notice, did you? I thought not.
There were a number of reasons why i went, the first being to get away from my mum. Oh my GOD she's been driving me fucking CRAZY. She doesn't think i have a mind of my own, she has to tell me to do everything rather than letting me do it myself. Maybe i don't WANT to walk the dog if i'm trying to concentrate on something else, yet if i tell her that i'll do it in 10 minutes she throws a COMPLETE hissy fit and breaks my concentration anyway! Muh. As my dad was taking me to the station, all i could see was mother dearest glaring at me from behind glass, hands on hips and what could only be described as Lanstrom* syndrome. Dear god i am glad that my dad drove quickly. Of course, she was mad at me for no reason - i was perfectly on time. In fact, with her insistent moaning and winging, i forgot to grab Blackadder series 2. Damn. Again with the concentration breaking.
Reason number two was because i was BORED. Note the use of capital letters on the word BORED! I knew that if i changed my scenery for a few days, life wouldn't seem so fucking dull. Seriously, the whole eat-sleep cycle is wearing me down. And i sure and hell don't do enough of the eat bit. So.. that leaves me with sleep. Which sounds about right! Though, with some sugar (eat) i don't feel the need to collapse in a state of paralytic recharge (sleep) quite so much. This is sometimes a good thing. But when there are fewer things to do than brain cells in Baldrick’s** cranium, sleep seems like the best option.
The third reason was that I was in dire need of some laughs. What better place to go than the place where Paul is. He is a comic genius. Always has been actually. Me and him are completely on the same level – it’s great. I’m sure some people will agree that both him and me are completely insane. It’s great fun. Moo.
Reason four was that I needed to see Matt. I mean, needed. Laura will know what I mean.
So anyway, in these respects the trip was a complete success.
Success factor number one was that I got away from my mum! WOO! It was no nice to have no one to nag at me. Pure bliss in fact. There was no dog, so I didn’t have to walk it! Complete triumph.
Success factor number 2 was that I wasn’t bored. Not once. Quite an achievement I must say! I’d like to thank the cows. I’ll get to that next.
The third success factor was that I had LOTS of the laughy stuffs. It was awesome. Okay picture this. Big train, long journey, lots of sugar. As we were whizzing past field after field and suddenly there’s one at about 35 degrees with no fence at the bottom and some cows absentmindedly munch grass as they do. I looked at Steven, Steven looked at me. We both started laughing. We had simultaneously got this image of all these cows tripping up and rolling down the hill in a blur of black and white. We also noticed a field on the other side with a select few dazed-looking cows moping around in it and came to the conclusion that all those unfortunate enough to tumble down with their legs waving every which way, ended up in the second field to recuperate before climbing back up to their friends. Moo...
And success factor number 4 was that I got to see Matt. It was great. More than great. But now I miss him. Soooooo much. Damnit.
There were lots of other good points, I’ll save them for another entry though. I’ll also finish off the cow story another time, there’s a lot more to it – though you’ll think that I lack any form of sanity once you read what I have to say. Of course, the fact that I actually DO lack any form of sanity is another point entirely, because it’s something that I like to keep to myself. It doesn’t work, does it..?
Oh, and I got the fifth Harry Potter book. Laura queued up at midnight on Saturday.. and she’s finished it already. I got mine on Sunday, and am on page 17. hehehe – I keep falling asleep. Nevermind. Oh, and if you spoil the ending for me, ANYONE, I shall hurt you. And don’t think I won’t.
~Leisha~
*Lanstrom, Dr - Character from TV series Red Dwarf. (Series 5 Episode “Quarantine”) Infected with holo-virus. Glowing red laser beamy eyes. Fucking evil. Very cunning. See also Flibble, Mr.
**Baldrick – Character from TV series Blackadder. Low-life scum devoid of any kind of intelligence, cooking skills or mathematical abilities. Poor excuse for a manservant to Lord Edmund Blackadder. Extremely cunning.
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