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April 05 I've moved!I now live at http://lmason17.blogspot.com/ due to dissatisfaction at how restricted and difficult I found MSN Spaces. Sorry to whoever has linked me!
Lucy
xxx April 04 The only reason that you came, so what you scared for?I've lost my Sims 2 CD. I've tried denial, I've tried determination and now I've just got to the stage where I have to quietly accept it and try to move on. I've even searched the death trap of my room for it, risked disease and worse in the vain hope of recovering my Sims. All that the quest yielded was the cover of my German dictionary (another sad tale of loss surrounds that beloved Duden, unfortunately), an embarrassing number of odd socks and a gaping hole where my Sims 2 CD should be. I guess this means a long wait until Sims 3, and a lesson harshly learnt about keeping CDs in their rightful cases.
In happier news, I went to a carvery at the old-person time of 12:15 yesterday, just in time for the 'good meat' (apparently). Whilst it was tasty and my nan, who looks like John Locke from Lost by the way, made me laugh despite being a bitter old woman, there were some really eye-catching people around for their lunch. One man was balding but hanging on to his pony tail and his rock star youth by wearing a jumper with 'Sex wax' written on the back. What even is sex wax? Another woman looked so much like a poodle I wished and wished and wished again that I could find out whether she owned one or not, because it would make me believe the 'dogs look like their owners' saying and never stop believing it. Before we went home, my nan gave us some liquorice sweets and made me remember I gave up eating liquorice and aniseed flavoured things for a reason: the same reason alcoholics stop drinking wine. Mmm.
Lucy
xxx April 02 Long time, no blogSo what's been happening?
Easter Sunday was Josie's actual birthday, so I went along with the other surrogate family members, Nic and Andy, for a buffet. I watched Kathryn's (or was it Scrappy's?) birthday gift of a video, talked to Josie's real family members about rabbit shooting and Jasper Carrott's gas tanks, and had a heated debate with Josie's dad over how to eat a Jaffa cake.
The next day was the first day I'd slowed down for about 100 years, but rather than enjoying the impending relaxation and couch-potatoing, I got cabin fever and started twitching and snapping. Sadly, this fervour of activity has slightly died down now, and the life of laziness seems to be guaranteed, or at least until school next Monday shocks it back out of me.
Tuesday I went to the Harvester with my dad and brother (they had run out of chocolate sauce!), and Wednesday I went shopping with my mum who spent about a million pounds on underwear. At least I know where I get it from now! I also bought a dress and some shoes that, despite being quite plain, I think I might actually be falling in love with - all for Josie's party on Friday.
Thursday was my mum's birthday, and for that I gave her a year's subscription to ancestry.co.uk. The cabin fever started creeping slowly back that day, but I fought it off with the first series of Skins. I should have listened to everyone's praises of it! I think if the shoes haven't stolen my heart, the cast of Skins has.
The day after that, Dom arrived in preparation for Josie's party, my only (eagerly awaited) social event of the two weeks. I had a great time and have an amusing memory of Josie coming to me, pointing to her arm and telling me she coughed vodka and coke down it, and it was now sticky. There are some funny photos circulating right now, and they're just serving to remind me how everyone seemed just that tiny bit more drunk than me.
The weekend started with a trip to Birmingham's attractions for the alien in my house, ending up in the part of Birmingham Museum about Birmingham (no art there...) We found some wooden animals in boxes and both wanted to dress as Victorian servants, but for some crazy reason the outfits seemed made for children! After realising why McDonald's shouldn't be eaten, regardless of how absolutely nice it is at the time, we went home and I introduced the already addiction-prone Dominic to Peggle. Thank Waseley Hills Sixth Form for that.
Sunday we went to see 'Horton Hears a Who!', which was absolutely lovely and forced you to smile, especially at the end. A highlight was the little girl next to me saying 'Haha he's fat' about one of the characters in the film. One thing I love about children's films is that even the bad guys are nice at the end and eat cookies and become reformed characters.
Monday I vowed to work, as did I on Tuesday and only the minimal amount actually happened. Then realised it's around 2 months until exams and died a little inside.
Phew! So I've caught up - will resume normal blogging shortly.
Lucy
xxx March 24 I hope you kept your eye out...
Just thought this photo from msn.co.uk was sweet :D Also, I dreamt about public transport, and from the overly large number of blogs I've written on the subject, I'm not surprised. Eek! Lucy
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March 22 From 13:36 on Thursday onwards:I used six buses, four bus companies, one Virgin train, one Chiltern train, one London Overground train, twelve Tube trains, one taxi and my feet (a lot).
I saw ten Tube stations (excluding those from the train window), two London Overground stations, four National Rail stations, a snow storm, a parade and a West End show.
I ate spaghetti bolognese, two pain au chocolat, two Pizza Huts (the Pizza rather than the Hut), garlic bread, a cheese sandwich, a chocolate mousse, two sausage rolls, cheese, a mini cake thing, crisps, profiteroles.
I read one book.
In order of most popular first, I drank apple juice, orange juice, lemonade.
I bought too much.
I met a German man, a nice taxi driver, the bus driver who sells me child tickets because he took me to work experience for two weeks 3 years ago, Dominic and family, Heather, Emma, Cherie, the Pizza Hut employees of the world, my brother, and many other people who I gave my cold to.
I got stranded in Bromsgrove!
This is the material available to be written up in the form of a proper, readable, interesting blog. Sorry! *grin*
Lucy
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March 16 Zero Blog ViewsThe eccentric/interesting/nice/funny/miscellaneous people Lou and I met yesterday:
There were some other people, like the old woman who couldn't get in the train toilet and tried to force it open (she must have been desperate), but I haven't got a good enough memory! Also, I am addicted to Virtual Villagers. Lucy
xxx March 10 If it sounds as though it might be sarcastic, it probably isBeing the type of person who loves a bit of public affection and delights in reading about the rainbows and butterflies currently muscling their way into other people's relationships (preferably when a large number of string quartets, rose petals and horse shoe confetti* is involved), I somewhat bewilderingly found myself on lovingyou.com. Although I found pretty much most of the website bordering on Absolutely Hilarious (about a 9.5 out of 10), one of my personal favourite pages was the 'Top Tens' section. One of the almost absurd lists was the 'Top 10 Romantic Edibles':
Number 10: Chocolate mousse
Number 9: Indian food (the justification being that it is 'Hot & Spicy :)' - I see)
Number 8: Chinese 'Take-Out' (sadly no justification as to why...)
Number 7: Pizza
Number 6: Ice Cream
Number 5: Fruit PLUS the Romance Staff's favourite ways of preparing fruit in a romantic fashion! (Fruit Cocktail or Fruit Salad, if you were wondering)
Number 4: Fish PLUS the Romance Staff's most romantic fish! (Again, for informational purposes: Oysters, Crab, Shrimp. Any kind you can eat with your fingers!)
Number 3: Chocolate
Number 2: Strawberries (I'm thinking there's some cheating going on with two chocolate entries and two fruit entries). The Romance Staff's favourite ways of eating romantic strawberries? Here:
-With Whipped Cream
-Dipped or Covered in Chocolate (OK make that three entries for chocolate, cheaters) -Above Combined -With Champagne (personally I find champagne tastes how I would imagine urine to taste and only Hitler found that romantic) DRUM ROLL
Number 1: Pasta. Pasta?! If pasta (!) is the most romantic food in the world then I must be the undisputed Queen of the Boudoir by now! Their justification? The Lady and the Tramp. Says it all really.
In other news, I read a book that has seriously affected my mental health. Come on, Iain M. Banks, did you really have to kill them *all*?
Lucy
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*If I rewrote that sentence honestly it would read something like: I like to throw horse shoes at couples. March 05 A blog not on an even dayI'm shamefully and cheekily stealing this (well, the picture is my own at least) from someone else's blog, so I'll admit my rather embarrassing lack of originality straight away. However, due to relative anonymity, I might just get away with it. If the aforementioned blogger does see it, then I hope you don't mind :) The 'What's on your desk?' Photo Quiz!
From the bottom left-hand corner: Report on top of a pile of miscellaneous books etc. (possibly including the Psychology textbook); my mum's black bag on top of another pile of things (a pile that I should probably investigate soon); a painting; some medication; a Gameboy on top of a two address books on top of a book set behind a mirror but in front of the patronising plea I got on my 18th birthday; iPod on top of a box of pens on top of a blue box containing copper coins; a mysterious tin; Remegel; a necklace; an antique holepunch; a less than antique stapler; perfume; money inside the attractive/obese beige purse; invitation to Leah's birthday party; another necklace; a Tube map from 1971; a ruler; and no less than 501 German Verbs. On the wall: a drawing and two paintings by my own fair hand. Another admission: I removed the glass containing slightly mouldy apple juice before taking this photo. Sorry. Lucy xxx March 02 Yesterday was a disasterSaturday 1st March: 10:48 - Arrived at Cambridge train station. The train to Birmingham was cancelled. Damn. 11:15 - Got on the train to London King's Cross. I had to buy another ticket so I could go through London. Damn. 12:05 - Got to London King's Cross. Went to the Northern Line platform, but it was closed. Damn. 12:07 - Went to the Victoria Line platform. Had to queue to get onto the platform as there was no standing room anymore. The queue was 5 people thick. Missed the first train due to overcrowding (and this is the Tube!). Damn. 12:20 - Got to Euston station. No trains unless you want to go to Watford Junction or Hemel Hempstead. Damn. 12:25 - Back on the Tube. 12:40 - Got to Marylebone station. A train is going to Birmingham. Yay! It's in 40 minutes. Damn. 13:20 - Got on the train to Birmingham. Is very packed. Damn. 14:20 - Texted Ben to say I'd be an hour, approximately. Yay! 15:20 - Am sitting very very still in a remote part of nowhere. The train doesn't seem to be going very fast or far. Damn. 16:00 - Arrive in Birmingham. Yay! The time it took to get home, however, gave me a chance to eavesdrop on everybody's conversations. I heard things about Wales, jumble sales, L'Oreal, Madeira, Christmas Eve, bearded tits, the capital of Estonia, Nottingham Trent, winter weddings, the Ministry of Defence, Somerset, nail varnish and somebody's grandmother's funeral. Oh and a man burst into song very enthusiastically as we were pulling into Acock's Green. Lucy xxx February 28 PartiesSo, what can happen in a week?
Thursday - Party at Josie's to celebrate Leah's birthday. We all felt very rebellious sleeping at somebody else's house and drinking on a school night, but slightly ruined the rock star edge by sharing a nice Chinese and falling asleep at midnight. I'm unsure whether the most amusing part was me getting my foot stuck in my pyjama bottoms whilst wearing no underwear and hiding under a sleeping bag, or being the only person feeling totally well the next morning, unlike somebody:
Saturday - Leah's party! Even though I've probably ruined my feet after the 4 hour high heel assault, it was a great night. Leah refuses to admit that she allowed certain males to become acquainted with her bottom (she did), Ben apparently became known as a gay slag with 11 girlfriends (he isn't), and Josie's dress nearly revealed one thing too many during her fantastic dance moves (it didn't). Clearly though, Leah's dad ruled the dancefloor, proving where she gets her skills from. I was in awe. A personal highlight, however, occured afterwards when Leah was going through her photos:
Check me out in the background. Photogenic or what?
Lucy
xxx February 18 My futureOn the school bus home this afternoon, we were joined by a strange and angry lady in a flourescent jacket. She seemed incredibly desperate to make everyone form an orderly queue, pay in the minimal number of coins possible, and walk onto the bus slowly (one by one) as she inspected our faces for any possible sign of trouble making. This lady seemed like the type who enjoys making children and small dogs do as she tells them to, and probably reads books detailing the proper way of setting tables and which is the correct fork to use for the fish course. When nobody took one tiny bit of notice of her, an evil look of administrative revenge passed over her eyes, and I fear she will ruin us all with scathingly composed complaint letters and obscure statistics. She frightened me, but mostly because I know that she's exactly what I'll turn out to be. Eugh.
School's back!
Lucy
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February 16 Fame magnetToday, at around ten to three, I actually nearly bumped into Anneka Rice at the University of Sussex. And yes, I was wearing The Boots.
Move over Gail Porter!
Lucy
xxx February 10 Combovers and bus trampsIt's that time of year again: The Annual English Coursework Library Trip. Kelly S and I sat in the same seat as last year, and however sad that might sound I'm rather proud we remembered! Truthfully though, we may have ended up there whether we remembered it or not, it's the absolute closest we could get to the books without sitting on the shelf. The actual work we were doing isn't very interesting in itself, and unless you really want to know what it was, I'll skip over that. The most important part was that we were sitting next to a man with a shoulder length combover and a leather jacket who was reading books on metalwork. Everytime I glanced him in the corner of my eye (and yes, trust yours truly to have to sit next to the weird guy) he was either looking at us, kneeling down at a shelf (and his knees clicked everytime he did this - the perils of age!), or looking at us a bit more intently than before. I was beginning to get unnerved / feel like he must think I'm his long-lost daughter/student/Thai bride when, to my relief, he started reading his metalwork books properly. Perhaps me and Kelly with a pile of dusty books in between us is a more interesting sight than yet another diagram of a brooch? If that's the case, I forgive him.
On the way home (after the 63 shut its doors in Kelly's face) I think I traumatised a small child for life. You know the type, annoyingly loud and undisciplined kids running riot and gradually persuading you that perhaps having your own might never be an option? Well, he was one of those children, horribly cynical and cruel I may sound about it. Him and his older brother were pressing the bus button over and over and over again, something I cannot actually cope with, and to increase my annoyance no-one was saying a word. So when they ventured onto my end of the bus, to the empty back seat I was sharing quite companionably with an empty can of Carling and a glass bottle, I was reaching the end of my (admittedly short) tether. Sure enough, the boy went to press the button closest to me, so I put my hand over it. His face was a mixture of confusion and cheeky amusement, and was almost endearing. He then tried to force my hand off the button and press it, a game I was not prepared to play. I told him that now wasn't the time to play that game, the bus driver will get really angry if you press it again and will throw you off the bus and make you walk home in the dark alone. He didn't press the button again. I also had to tell his older brother not to put the aforementioned glass bottle in his mouth because I had seen a tramp drink out of it (this part was true). Their mother (I presume) then told them to leave the lady alone and stop being irritating. Hear hear.
Lucy
xxx February 06 Do you prefer sour cream or salsa?I had written a post here but it bored me more than usual. Instead I'll be concise (it makes it easier to proof-read) and say:
(For Miss Bird) I'm up to the chin in heaven, thou standing toad-pool. Lucy
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February 02 This is what you get for drinking custardYesterday I found out that there is a crater on the moon called Mason, which as most of you know is my surname. So naturally I got incredibly excited about this, until Alex Ashford told me it was actually named after the astronomer who discovered it and not me, pouring rather a lot of patronisingly cold water on my happiness and enjoyable pretence at fame.
So upon further research on Wikipedia it turns out both me and Alex Ashford are wrong:
"the crater was named after a teenager named mason cooper aka snowboarding rock god"
So there we have it.
Lucy
xxx January 30 An updateThese are blog posts I do try to avoid, but sometimes you just have to invite people to become as bored of your life as you are.
I owe Mrs Nicholson 5p. Five, petty pence, and simply for the reason I spoke in English in a German lesson. Since when has she upheld this rule? In fact, she speaks just as much English as we do in the space of 50 minutes, so I refuse to pay her money. I needed to speak in English at that particular moment, I was trying to formulate an excuse as to why I still had no essay to hand in, and this is hard when you don't know the German words for 'to save onto a computer' 'incorrectly' 'there is half missing' 'I will bring it tp you tomorrow'. In all honesty, the absent half (I say half, more like three quarters) is missing from pretty much everywhere, including my head. She can either have an essay or a 5p coin, and I know which one I'd rather give.
And I'll leave it there. So much for an update, I know, but the cat has somehow magically managed to get into the house again (since every single door is locked I really am amazed as to how) and I have a suspicion one of them may have had an accident on the utility floor during a disagreement with next door's fat beast.
Lucy
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January 28 Stereotypical student exam theme"From September sixth-formers will begin studying A-level exams which will include a higher grade of A* for those getting marks of 90 percent or above in their papers." "Outside Oxbridge, students will need at least two A* grades and standard A grade to be confident of getting a place at their chosen university." And they say these things are getting easier *rolls eyes* Lucy
xxx January 24 Ladette to LadyI realised after watching this yesterday how rather sad the concept really is. Basically they're taking girls who drink, have sex and have a sense of humour and turning them into 1950s 'ladies'. I agree some of the girls are a bit bratty (like the one who left early) and annoying, but the others are really just girls who party and have fun, and most importantly make me laugh. The humour of the show originates solely from them being disgraceful and winding the fussy old women of the finishing school up, and the flower-arranging, elocution and fine dining has not got very much appeal at all. The main thing that annoyed me about it is that it is just so, irritatingly full of old-fashioned ideals. They're training these girls up to 'bag a Lord' and act like a section of society that is small, out-dated and wasting away along with fox-hunting. The Lords themselves (the infuriatingly named 'eligible bachelors') look suspiciously inbred anyway, and I don't understand why anyone would attempt to impress them, especially not with those eyebrows. The pinnacle of stupidity occurred when the old lady teachers of the school blamed the girls for making the bachelors strip, jump in the river and splash around like fools. Were they sadly led astray by the vicious, common girls? Seems so. Anyway, despite this I'm still going to watch if only to cheer on the bad behaviour of the normal girls and hope their spirit isn't crushed. I think I'm really just bitter about the students being forced to add invisible 'r's to their vowels. The cheek of it. Lucy xxx |
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