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

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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

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So 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

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Lucy

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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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