And my doctor who treated me for the bronchitis I just got over is 40 miles away.Oh no! How dreadful.One minute "Lalala, everything's awesome." The next minute BLAM, can barely walk up the steps to the front door. Fever, chills, aches.
Oh no! How dreadful.
eek but that he is aware that our local hospitals have a bug going around in them that is making the sick people more sick, but if this continues he may have no choice. I'm kind of wondering why he didn't tell me this information LAST time, I guess so as not to worry??Hi Roky, I responded to post of yours on another thread on similar subject. How appalling that you should be jailed for this. I hope you are OK. Christ, these stupid f***ers locking people like you up, are there not better things that can be done with taxpayers money!
I would guess that Roky will fail to see the humour in this comment.
We all sat and listened to Russell Brand talk of stashing coke up his butt at an airport. They seemed friendly whispering to each other. I figured he must be a nice guy, super bald if I recall. Before the show Morrissey was whisked through the lobby, I was at the bar buying us beers and the girl I was with was able to approach Morrissey and talk to him. When I showed up Merck pulled him away by his arm and my heart sank, but knew it was all part of being famous. Too bad he had to end up bring a douche on a number of levels.
So not a completely bad night. I hate thinking his company that night later became "acrimonious." I guess mine did too now that I think about it. 
) This has been playing on my mind for a while now and I need somewhere vaguely 'public' to write it down, to get it off my chest, if you like. Skip over this if you don't want to read a self-indulgent moany bit. (EDIT: In fact, I think I'll spoiler-tag it so you don't have to read unless you're really interested in my life and emotional state
So sometimes I really f***ing resent being at boarding school the last 6 years of my life. I met a few great people and became more self-reliant in many ways, but I feel like it's left me even more distant and anxious and slow to trust people than I was already. I can't help thinking I'd be far more balanced and with less issues if I'd been able to have a 'normal' adolescence. Maybe it's right for some- so many people in my year seemed to really love it, which makes me feel even more ungrateful- but clearly not me. My experiences weren't terrible in any definable way, I just found the environment very cosseted and quite lonely, especially for the first few years. I'm also slightly sick of constantly worrying that, when I meet people and eventually mention that I went to boarding school, they'll immediately make assumptions about class and privilege and silver-spoon bullshit. As you can tell, I have quite the chip on my shoulder about it.
I don't really know why I'm bothering to post this here. I'm aware not a lot of people will be able to relate to the specific experience, just needed some kind of weird cathartic airing for my issues- it's not something I can talk about with my parents as it seems ungrateful, and I'm not really close enough to anyone at uni yet. So yeah, sorry if it seems morose or attention-seeking (another lingering paranoia I think, ha). I may delete it later. Night all.
EDIT: Oh, also, this is pretty cool:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-15391515
I am apparently the 80,668,323,832nd person to have lived since history began- thereabouts, anyway. It makes you feel so tiny and insignificant in the grand scheme of things.
Yay, for my birthday my sister got me Doctor Who A Christmas Carol DVD, my dad got me The White Stripes Elephant guitar songbook, and my mom got me a Doctor Who shirt that says, "The angels have the phonebox" and a TARDIS phone charm that is supposed to light up and spin when I get a phone call. (I can't figure out where the phone charm goes though.) I love my family. They totally know me.
Yay, for my birthday my sister got me Doctor Who A Christmas Carol DVD, my dad got me The White Stripes Elephant guitar songbook, and my mom got me a Doctor Who shirt that says, "The angels have the phonebox" and a TARDIS phone charm that is supposed to light up and spin when I get a phone call. (I can't figure out where the phone charm goes though.) I love my family. They totally know me.
Yay, for my birthday my sister got me Doctor Who A Christmas Carol DVD, my dad got me The White Stripes Elephant guitar songbook, and my mom got me a Doctor Who shirt that says, "The angels have the phonebox" and a TARDIS phone charm that is supposed to light up and spin when I get a phone call. (I can't figure out where the phone charm goes though.) I love my family. They totally know me.
It does sound too good to be true, a far cry from me thinking I'm Morrissey's androgynously hermetically-sealed other half kind of too good to be true. I hope this DJ can deliver the goods, if not for just one show. You're a cool girl. 
