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2004 26 August :: 8.45 pm
:: Mood: exhausted
Shopping in London is cool.. but so tiring! I've decided that Camden is one of the coolest places I've ever visited, it has so many awesome clothes and music shops. I bought a black top with trailing sleeves, a pair of net fingerless glove/armwarmer type things that have silver spiderwebs on them and come up just past my elbows, a bag made of black PVC with red net over it and a black flames pattern on the flap, and two CDs. I got Nightfall In Middle Earth by Blind Guardian and Souls Highway by Beseech.
The Regent Street Virgin Megastore is huge! Three floors, and a massive alternative and metal section. It was very cool. I also found a cool little music store called Resurrection Records in Camden, which is where the Beseech CD came from. I'm so tired.. I can't be bothered to write anything else..
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2004 22 August :: 1.21 pm
Well, I'm back from the holiday. I have decided that Tom is fine when it's just him, but if you introduce anyone else (such as my sister) he gets a bit loud and can act like a bit of an asshole. Oh well, the holiday was pretty cool overall. I also picked up the JTHM director's cut, and a manga comic called Demon Diaries when I was in Truro. I couldn't find any good CDs, though.
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2004 19 August :: 11.07 pm
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Gah... boys! Tim fancies my sister ('she's fucking hot' were the exact words,) and he was making disturbing comments while she wasn't there. Mental images! No! He and Tom were dividing the girls and guys into pairs. Tom decided I was his 'bitch,' but then said he would have had my sister, but she was too young and Tim had already reserved her. Yay for tact! Tom suggested a day-and-a-half 'relationship,' which I wasn't too keen on, so he gave up in favour of trying to poke me. So I was a bit pissed off by then.
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2004 17 August :: 8.25 am
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I didn't have time to finish that last entry, or writew anything yesterday. This is because I've been *gasp* socialising! It's weird, I haven't made any friends on holiday in years. This is probably because there aren't normally teenagers at the hotels I stay at, and because people have to talk to me first. And I'm probably not the most approachable person in the world.
Well anyway, this guy called Tom started talking to me. He's sixteen and from Maidenhead. We're into a lot of the same music, and we both like stuff to do with computers, so I got on really well with him. Yesterday we were hanging out with some of the other teenagers at the hotel, which was cool. My sister was a bit jealous because she didn't like sitting talking to mum and dad, so I told her she could hang out with us if she wanted (I reassured her they're not all 'like me.') As long as she doesn't complain if we put music on, she'll be ok.
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2004 15 August :: 10.55 pm
:: Mood: calm
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The hotel's great! I share a room with my sister, but we have a flatscreen television with two music channels, Sky One, a couple of news and sports channels, Fox Kids, plus all the regulars. There's also a great CD player, a nice bathroom, and the room's really big. It's so clean and modern! Much better than the usual hotels we stay at. The restaurant even has two vegetarian options.
The car journey was really shitty. We kept getting caught in slow, crawling areas, and eventually took a really long way around to reach Newquay to avoid the traffic.
Today was cool. We went into Newquay town centre, and I bought a black hoodie with a grey draconic-looking tribal design on it, a black top with net sleeves and an elaborate red and silver pentagram design, and a pen shaped like a dragon curled around a sword.
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2004 12 August :: 8.36 pm
:: Mood: angry
:: Music: AFI ~ Days of the Phoenix
Dad's acting like I'm shallow again. He was insulting the music I was listening to (Blind Guardian,) and then he told me how he couldn't say he liked it because I would be upset. He flatters himself that I give a damn about what music he likes. To be honest, I'm far more offended be people saying my favourite bands 'sound like Nightwish on a very bad day' than if they actually liked it and said so. I told him so, but I could see he didn't believe me. It's just so infuriating when he does that. For all I patiently try to explain things to him, he just ignores it. I'm just going through a rebellious phase, aren't I? I'll be normal in a few years, won't I? Well fuck that. I am who I am, and I won't pretend to be someone else, whether to please or annoy people. I'm not pretending to be someone else. Why would I listen to music almost all waking hours if I didn't truly enjoy it? I wouldn't put myself through that to rebel against my parents. I'd love to be able to get on perfectly with my parents, for them to enjoy the same music as I do, for them to respect who I am. I would never be so pathetic as to try and rebel againt them, as they think I do.
I don't understand it, I'm not rebellious at all. I don't want to go to parties, or go out late. My room's tidy, I'm not a smoker, a druggie or a slut (I'm fucking straight edge!) I don't deliberately go out of my way to annoy them!
I've been ranting too much lately, I'll shut up now.
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2004 12 August :: 4.08 pm
:: Mood: bored
I get to go on holiday to Cornwall on Saturday (oh joy.) It should hopefully be better than normal, though, since my parents haven't picked a resort populated maily by elderly people, for once. It's more of a surfing area, which is ok, because there are normally half-decent shops there. The hotel is very much geared towards families, with it's new wing containing a 'teenage room,' along with a children's play area ect. The teenage room sounds somewhat suspicious, though. It'll probably be populated with townies or something.
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