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March 18th, 2009
07:42 pm
Blech. Driving lesson yesterday was a shambles, I was awful. Wherever my brain was, it certainly wasn't anywhere near me for most of it. Today I have done the somewhat predictable thing of giving myself headaches. I was so busy...making a cake...that I forgot to eat. (I am aware of the possible weirdness of this fact. Me. In a kitchen. Making food. Forgetting to eat any. Yes.)
But there it is, I was occupied with the stress of making the Epic Cake and entirely forgot about anything else for a while. And then when the cake was finally in the oven I started recording another of my 'greatest hits' (plays) onto DVD from old and dodgy tape and got caught up in the nostalgia-binge. And trying to name people, which was sometimes, though not always successful. Third Years (year fives) and below I got, as I was in classes with half of them (I was in the year below) but most of the year sixes were just completely blank or "Oh..that's...the other one...so and so's cousin/sister/nephew WHAT WAS THEIR NAME?" lol. Suprisingly the rosy glow of nostalgia meant it wasn't quite as atrocious as I thought it might be, though I still harbour a filthy dislike for whatever idiots were doing the filming. My best friend at the time had two solo lines, and several important lines elsewhere (a great achievement for a second year (year four) at the time) and NOT ONCE did the camera actually film him when he was saying or singing them? It'd be like this voice comes accross the stage and ten minutes later the camera shows my friend standing there, his own part over. It's a crying shame. I think Wind in the Willows was filmed much better, even if it did miss the majority of comic moments between Toad (moi) and the lawyer in the court scene.
In the afternoon we did that very...I don't know...possibly it's a british thing? Of 'it's a sunny day let's Visit the Garden Centre'. lol. So to Rivendell we went. I'm not sure it's worth it anymore as there are more...other things than there are plants, it seems. But I got to look at the fish and aquatics bits before this hoarde of schoolies descended. The Works (within Rivendell) had a 3 for £5 on books though so I got two more Miss Read two-books in one and then a P.G.Wodehouse to make it up to the number. I'm looking forward to reading them, though I really should get a wriggle on with my library books. The Beatrix Potter biography is interesting but slow going. I always tend to read non-fiction slightly slower, I don't know why. After that there's a Will Self novel that a friend mentioned to me and I hadn't read that looks good :D.
On another random aside I think that self-service tills and self-service checking out for library books are both a joy and yet probably bad for me. I sometimes get awkward and silly about talking to people or going up to people to buy things but I've on the whole overcome this hang-up out of necessity. Now, even though a self-service till takes longer half the time, and so does the library check-out machine I keep finding myself opting for it provided Mum isn't around to make a scene (she doesn't like new machines, they are confusing which make her tetchy with them). Really for me it's removing that whole 'awkward 'please, thank you,' eyecontact out of shopping and whilst I, on one level, appear to be thriving on this I am aware that it is probably not a good thing. If I'm not forced to deal with things I find panicky and awkward then it's a bit like going backwards.
I'm babbling uselesly now, a fact I blame on four msn convos and making a pot of tea mid sentence. Apologies.
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