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2004 11 April :: 12.34 pm
:: Music: AFI ~ Now The World
Selidor's
Battle Imp
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Eaem |
Backstabbing: 4
Dodgin': 9
Guts: 3
Magic Mojo: 4
Smackdown: 10
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Endlessly, she said... |
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2004 11 April :: 11.58 am
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: AFI ~ Death of Seasons
I was surfing the Nitro Records site yesterday, and I went onto AFI's page and found I could listen to almost all of their songs over Real Player; including from the CDs of theirs I haven't got. It sort of spoils the suprise of listening to a new CD for the first time, but I don't mind because it means I get to listen to more of my favourite band!
My sister's best friend, who's lived in Austrailia for the last six years is coming to stay on Tuesday and Wednesday, which could be interesting. Now, if only my parents can arrange for us to make a visit to where she lives in Austrailia. Has to be better than the Isle of Wight.
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2004 10 April :: 2.41 pm
:: Mood: tired
Back At Last...
I got back Thursday afternoon, but I didn't get around to updating until now. I just copied my entire journal into a word document. It's more than 50 pages, but it's worthwhile as a backup, or in case my dad decides he won't do the PayPal side of things for me to keep my journal and I lose it all. I asked him about it, and he was very suspicious about the site, and the whole $2 ect. I can't really understand why; PayPal is about as secure as you get, and it's only PayPal that's gets his details and stuff. Still, he grudgingly agreed to sort it out tonight. Now I just have to make sure he doesn't change his mind.
Endlessly, she said... |
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2004 7 April :: 6.09 pm
:: Mood: indifferent
(Copied up from a notebook when I got back)
Location: Hotel room
Newport was alright; there was an HMV where I bought Minor Threat's 'Complete Discography' CD, which is very cool. It was boring otherwise, though, and even worse when we left, then went to Ventnor. I did buy a top with a dragon on in a new age shop, though.
Endlessly, she said... |
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2004 6 April :: 9.49 am
:: Mood: indifferent
(Copied up from a notebook when I got back)
Location: Hotel room
Well, I managed to escape a lecture, thankfully, although I was thoroughly embarrassed when my entire family danced at the entertainment last night, and tried to get me to join in. I was far too busy hiding my face in shame. It's probably just as well there are hardly any people my age here, if my family will insist on behaving like that.
Yesterday we went to Ryde, which was like my home town, except more old-fashioned. There were a couple of good shop selling videogames, jewellry, patches and such; but mostly it was boring.
Today is Newport. Wonder how much 'fun' that will be.
Endlessly, she said... |
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2004 4 April :: 9.47 pm
:: Mood: depressed
(Copied up from a notebook when I got back)
Location: Hotel room (as usual)
My father expected me to play pool today. When I said no, he just kept on nagging at me, and trying to make me feel guilty with his foul 'disappointed' expressions. All that achieved was irritating me immensly, to the point where I just stormed back to the room.
I calmed myself a little there, and talked to a friend on the phone, but I didn't go back to the hotel lounge. I couldn't face all their probing questions about where I'd been, what I'd been doing ect.
I suppose my father will lecture me about ruining the holiday, then relieve me of my wooden dragon tomorrow.
Endlessly, she said... |
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2004 4 April :: 5.33 pm
:: Mood: tired
(Copied up from a notebook when I got back)
Location: Hotel room
Today was considerably boring; we went to a windmill, then did a lot of walking around a stupid little village. I loathe villages. There's nothing to do except walk and go in cafés.
The only highlight was visiting a craft-type shop called Oasis on the way back, where I found a beautiful carved wooden dragon. It's an oriental draon, and it's made of a lovely dark brown wood. Some of the teeth, and one of the whiskers are broken, so it was reduced, but it doesn't notice. I couldn't have afforded a mint condition one anyway.
Endlessly, she said... |
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2004 3 April :: 9.20 pm
:: Mood: gloomy
(Copied up from a notebook when I got back)
Location: Hotel room
I managed to escape watching the entertainment (some singer) and I'm up in the room again; tired, bored and with a headache. The hotel food was the usual semi-decent standard, so I ate it, if not happily.
Earlier, as I went into the dining area, I'm sure I heard one of the waiters comment to his colleagues something about a 'really scruffy grunge girl.' Maybe my paranoia made me mishear, maybe they were talking about someone else, but it made me somewhat uneasy, since I didn't hear the rest of what they were saying. (Note to self: listen more carefully to the people around you in future.)
As is usual in the hotels my family pick, there seem to be no people my age (certainly no guys!) Not that it would make any difference, with my looks and social skills (or lack of - for both things.)
I miss my own room.
Endlessly, she said... |
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