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Goodbye!

Well, I’m off on holiday, won’t be back for a week. Bye bye ^-^

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Cornucopia

I feel bored. And lonely. Generally the fact that I’ve never had a boyfriend, or even been kissed, doesn’t bother me, but occasionally when I’m this bored and I’ve been by myself for a few hours (being bored) I kind of wish that there was someone…there. You know?

Really, though, the lonliness is shadowed by my overwhelming boredom. After watching a film (Sky Blue), reading 40-odd chapters of manga (Vampire Knight), and watching the latest Bleach episode, it settled like a black cloud over my head, and I can’t get rid of it. My mood matches the weather today- bored, lonely, plagued by black clouds and rain like tears.

Okay, that’s probably a little melodramatic, but I am, after all, a writer. Daily moods sound so dull if you don’t dress them up a little.

So yes. Lonliness. Boredom. And I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, which I discovered I actually have to pay for now that I’m 18. It should be about £16.20 for the checkup, which I can afford, and if I needed any actual work done it would be over £40. Which I can’t afford. So I’m just hoping like hell that I don’t need anything done, otherwise… I dunno. Would they force me to stay there until one of my parents came to pay the bail, so to speak? Can dentists do that?

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…political correctness has actually gone even further into the grounds of ‘too far’.

This article was brought to my attention today: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/politics/education/2261307/Toddlers-who-dislike-spicy-food-racist,-say-report.html

Bacially, it’s saying that kids as young as three who don’t like spicy foods are apparantly racist. This includes saying ‘yuck’ when offered food from another culture.

Excuse my French (or is it racist to say that?) but what the fuck is going on?? So they don’t like spicy food. Big deal. Neither do I. At that age, young kids are still trying out different foods, seeing what they like and what they don’t like. This is development of taste. It’s normal. Right?

Apparantly not. If a child as young as three doesn’t like spicy food, then they’re racist, are they? Rubbish. I didn’t like curry until I was about ten, and I still don’t like anything spicer than a tikka masala. Does this mean that, from when I was born to when I was ten, I was racist? Of course not! And it’s fucking stupid to assume that toddlers- toddlers! kids as young as three- can be considered racist if they don’t like certain foods. I don’t like brie or camambert. Does that mean I’m racist against the French? I’m not a fan of sauerkraut. Apparantly I’m after the Germans now. I hate toad in the hole and bangers and mash, and shepards pie. By the ‘logic’ of this article, I am now prejudiced against my own nationality.

How twisted is that?

Kids that young barely understand what it is to be a racist. At that age, they’re not going to be basing friendships based on the colour of someone’s skin. They’ll be basing it on who shares sweets and who pushes them into puddles, and God forbid if the latter is a different nationality, because it’s obviously an issue of racism.

Frankly, I’m not even going to bother to take this article at face value, and just assume it’s some sort of joke. Because, really, not even the government is quite that stupid as to think that racism is based on what food we like, or don’t like, to eat.

Ha!

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Well, the last couple of days of Jery’s visit we spent round at Natz’s, playing on her Nintendo Wii (I kind of want one). That Mario Party game was especially fun, and the Bleach game as well. We also played Worms on an old Nintendo she had, which was also fairly amusing. The three of us went for walks around the neighbourhood, and on Thursday ended up at a small lake which I didn’t know existed. Anyway, we sat on a hill in the sun by the lake and ate lunch, watching the damselflies hovering around.

That sounds lovely, right? Except the lake was surrounded by building sites, so it was noisy as hell. we were in direct sunlight without suncream or shade, so we were hot and irritable. The hill was so steep that we had to balance on loose rocks and try to eat before we fell, and we had to bat the damselflies away from our food while we ate, which of course didn’t do much to help our balance.

See? A skillful writer can make anything sound good if they remove the details.

The picture is of me, Natz and Jery in my back garden on Jery’s last day. I’m the blonde one on the left, Jery’s on the right and Natz is in the middle.

We took Jery back to the station on Friday evening (and did the whole running alongside the train up the platform thing like they do in films). And then I got to work, packing up everything I own and moving it into the garage. I slept in there last night too. This is because I’m redecorating my room. It is no longer purple. It is light green (I call it ‘apple’ but my mother disagrees. It’s ‘soft green’ on the tin)

Sleeping in the garage is horrible. The spare bed is too short for me (and Jery was sleeping in there last week. I was lying in bed trying to sleep with my feet hanging over the end, thinking, ‘Jery is taller than me’. How did he manage without complaining?!) But I’m in there tonight and tomorrow night, and maybe sunday too (although I hope not).

I’m looking forward to getting my bed back. There’s nothing nicer than your own bed after a few nights of short, uncomfortable hideousness.

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