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Monday October 17, 05
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04:02 AM - Blah
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My sister came to stay for the weekend. She is just as wonderful as usual, and seems to have almost reached perfection in her life (despite the fact that she seems to be woefully poor). I would have liked to treat her with a belated birthday present, but as I have scuppered my money on various things (ie. a disastrous trip to a gig in Cambridge, leaving me and a friend stranded there for a night and resulting in the loss of that month's precious pay.), I am out of money.
Instead, I tried to treat my sister with entertainment, which as usual left me looking like a fool and my two sisters faintly amused, but probably more pitying. Disaster struck as I was trying to gargle a recognisable rendition of the Eastenders theme tune. Three notes in, I choked, causing blackcurrant squash to rush up my nose, and resulting in an eruption of fruity juices from my mouth, liberally sprinkling myself and my surroundings. My younger sister laughed hysterically, and my older sister just looked vaguely disgusted. I'm obviously not as distinguished as I thought I was. Shame.
I'm actually not as skint as it seems, because the laptop fund is coming along well. I pretty much have enough now, so hopefully I won't be spending all of my schooltime surfing the net instead of working. (I actually still owe my mum money from the disastrous Isle of Wight non-existent Morrissey performance. And college fees. And CDs which I have bought with her money. Oops.)
Victory! Oh sweet victory! Despite the initial reception my family have given Morrissey(i.e. hatred), they are now turning and soon they will love him! My mum has admitted that she likes three Morrissey/Smiths songs! This means, however, that when I am playing Morrissey, she whines 'Put 'Armageddon' on! You know I like that one!'. So she hasn't learnt the names yet. Her favourites are: 'Girlfriend in a Coma', 'No one can hold a candle to you', and 'Every day is like Sunday' (or, of course, 'Armageddon').
My even greater achievement is that my sister asked me to make a recommended Morrissey tape! (It actually looks like this could be recommended Morrissey tapes)...
Meanwhile, I am still a vegan, and feel myself becoming more and more anti-carnivore. I don't think I should, especially as only a year ago I was happily chomping on chickens. An example of my prejudice: I was in Sainsbury's doing the shopping with me mum, and I saw a beautiful man (ok, so he was with his girlfriend. Pah.). He smiled at me (probably because I was gawping at him), and as I walked away I turned around to look at him, to see him pick up a big, meaty animal leg and dump it in his trolly. Ick. Put me right off. (I'm even sneering as I write!) Is it wrong to be so prejudiced? Maybe if I am then I should just try to hide it more...
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Yours as ever,
Your friendly neighbourhood fag