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It's a world full of illusions by the masters of confusion, follow me
Yes, that's right, like that bit at the start of Knightmare. I showed Justus that, in fact - he actually quite liked it. It's different if you didn't grow up with it, though. Come to think of it, I haven't grown up - I still watch Tom and Jerry, after all.
After the inevitable accusations of laziness regarding my not getting up until 11am, I was up this morning (Friday) and had gone in to town to post a parcel and get the newspapers before... well... lunchtime, at least. Shortly after coming back I nearly blew up the house by lighting the oven and actually turning on the grill. Just as well Justus didn't try to light a cigarette in the kitchen. He's considerate like that - only smokes while outdoors, so good for him.
The most promising job advertised in the papers is that of working in scampi processing, though there's an interesting position as a Sandwich Maker as well. Inverurie doesn't seem to be good for student jobs.
I've discovered that milk sticks paper together very well, after my little brother spilled it all over last month's PS2 magazine. After a year of studying Chemistry I should probably be able to tell you the reason for that, but I can't.
Finished reading the Silent Hill novella this morning, someone sent it to me by e-mail years ago. It's a 426KB RTF file, so it's pretty immense, and the author (whose name I can't remember) managed to get away from the gameyness of it rather well and turn it in to an interesting read, apart from some lapses when he goes on for ages about things like that blasted piano puzzle. Oh, and in "real" Silent Hill 2, I'm in the hotel. Progress has been so slow because I've only been able to bring myself to play it alone once, and as soon as I found a spot to save I had to run upstairs and hide under the covers.
I had meant to post the above earlier, but I never really got around to it so I'll tack the rest on. I drove my friends in to Aberdeen for the first time last night (Saturday), including the Haudagain Roundabout of Doom, and survived the experience, so hooray for me. It was a typical bowling/cinema night - we went to see Identity. I was quite impressed that I managed to understand the plot of that film, despite (or perhaps because of) the fact that it didn't really make sense logically. I'm still improving at the bowling, my personal best is now 138.
We just got back from the worst attempt to go out ever. In an attempt to go out to the East Aquthories... that looks as if it's spelled correctly... stone circle, we took two cars up there. My mum, Justus and I arrived expecting my dad and the rest of the family to already be there, but there was no sign of them. After trying to phone Pamela's mobile, we left for home and saw my siblings waiting in a car park further down the road. My dad had taken them to the wrong car park, and had then gone back home because he had heard the mobile phone ringing and thought we were stranded at home.
Richard was the most upset about it. I've just left him wrecking the kitchen.
There hasn't been nearly enough angst in this journal yet, so here's some for you... I've got to stop hating myself. Every time I do something that upsets or hurts someone else, however slight or accidental, I end up blaming myself for it and allowing myself to get depressed rather than just forgetting it, as would be the sensible option - even when I know, or at least think, that it's been forgiven. That's why I have no confidence any more. Is it by striving to be too perfect that I'm upsetting myself? I always keep feeling that there's something wrong with my mind, that I shouldn't feel this way, but questioning why doesn't help. It doesn't matter. Tomorrow I won't feel like this.
And I'm now typing this "tomorrow". I keep delaying actually putting anything up here, so sorry for the delay. As I've explained before, my connection is a bit pants, it would probably be easier to take the TXT file down to my dad's computer and just put it on from there. Recently I've discovered the Carnegie Library's Internet service - free 56k Internet for as long as you like, which you can't complain about, but because it's part of the school network LiveJournal is blocked. Bah humbug. Perhaps I could put together an HTML form workaround - if the site is blocked from being viewed in a browser, is data also blocked from being sent to the site? You never know, it might work.
After the inevitable accusations of laziness regarding my not getting up until 11am, I was up this morning (Friday) and had gone in to town to post a parcel and get the newspapers before... well... lunchtime, at least. Shortly after coming back I nearly blew up the house by lighting the oven and actually turning on the grill. Just as well Justus didn't try to light a cigarette in the kitchen. He's considerate like that - only smokes while outdoors, so good for him.
The most promising job advertised in the papers is that of working in scampi processing, though there's an interesting position as a Sandwich Maker as well. Inverurie doesn't seem to be good for student jobs.
I've discovered that milk sticks paper together very well, after my little brother spilled it all over last month's PS2 magazine. After a year of studying Chemistry I should probably be able to tell you the reason for that, but I can't.
Finished reading the Silent Hill novella this morning, someone sent it to me by e-mail years ago. It's a 426KB RTF file, so it's pretty immense, and the author (whose name I can't remember) managed to get away from the gameyness of it rather well and turn it in to an interesting read, apart from some lapses when he goes on for ages about things like that blasted piano puzzle. Oh, and in "real" Silent Hill 2, I'm in the hotel. Progress has been so slow because I've only been able to bring myself to play it alone once, and as soon as I found a spot to save I had to run upstairs and hide under the covers.
I had meant to post the above earlier, but I never really got around to it so I'll tack the rest on. I drove my friends in to Aberdeen for the first time last night (Saturday), including the Haudagain Roundabout of Doom, and survived the experience, so hooray for me. It was a typical bowling/cinema night - we went to see Identity. I was quite impressed that I managed to understand the plot of that film, despite (or perhaps because of) the fact that it didn't really make sense logically. I'm still improving at the bowling, my personal best is now 138.
We just got back from the worst attempt to go out ever. In an attempt to go out to the East Aquthories... that looks as if it's spelled correctly... stone circle, we took two cars up there. My mum, Justus and I arrived expecting my dad and the rest of the family to already be there, but there was no sign of them. After trying to phone Pamela's mobile, we left for home and saw my siblings waiting in a car park further down the road. My dad had taken them to the wrong car park, and had then gone back home because he had heard the mobile phone ringing and thought we were stranded at home.
Richard was the most upset about it. I've just left him wrecking the kitchen.
There hasn't been nearly enough angst in this journal yet, so here's some for you... I've got to stop hating myself. Every time I do something that upsets or hurts someone else, however slight or accidental, I end up blaming myself for it and allowing myself to get depressed rather than just forgetting it, as would be the sensible option - even when I know, or at least think, that it's been forgiven. That's why I have no confidence any more. Is it by striving to be too perfect that I'm upsetting myself? I always keep feeling that there's something wrong with my mind, that I shouldn't feel this way, but questioning why doesn't help. It doesn't matter. Tomorrow I won't feel like this.
And I'm now typing this "tomorrow". I keep delaying actually putting anything up here, so sorry for the delay. As I've explained before, my connection is a bit pants, it would probably be easier to take the TXT file down to my dad's computer and just put it on from there. Recently I've discovered the Carnegie Library's Internet service - free 56k Internet for as long as you like, which you can't complain about, but because it's part of the school network LiveJournal is blocked. Bah humbug. Perhaps I could put together an HTML form workaround - if the site is blocked from being viewed in a browser, is data also blocked from being sent to the site? You never know, it might work.
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