No bombs went off, don’t worry, but I thought I’d nick the title of the British gangster classic rather than name my post a mundane ‘Long Weekend’
Went on town on Friday during the day and I annoyingly can’t remember what I did that night – probably nothing.
Crystals with Laura and Stoo was Saturday night, which was great – it was a good atmosphere after the Scotland game and Stuarts dancing kept us (and I’m sure others) greatly amused. First time I’ve been out since Halloween so I’m glad it was a good night. Weirdly though, we were amongst the youngest people in there rather than being surrounded by the usual gaggle of 16 year olds.
Went to my ‘aunt’s’ for dinner on Sunday and got to see my wee cousins for the first time in ages. I say ‘aunt’ because despite being my mothers sibling she grew up with my brother and sister and I tend to think of her as equal to them – a sister.
On Monday I got up early and went to work, gutted that the rest of you sons of bitches were still snoring. However when I got into the office and did a bit of this and a bit of that, it was decided that we were too quiet and sent up the road for 1 o’clock. Have to admit I kind of wasted my extra time and did nothing in the afternoon but at least Michelle and I with Stuart and Laura got something to eat at Shenanigans then went to see Hitch (wait for the video) that night.
I apologise this post doesn’t have my usual flair but I don’t seem to get in the writing mind set this morning – must be because I’m back at work
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Geek Out!
I have to admit I’m a little ashamed of myself, but I’m really, really excited about Countdown to Infinite Crisis. I usually keep my comic book inclinations to myself – in fact some people I know might not even know I read comic books – but I have been like an eight-year-old about this thing all week.
I’ve been on Internet forums talking about (I never do things like that), I held up the cue in my comic shop talking to the manager, Adam, about the advance copy he’s read. I’m even considering taking a half day on Friday so I can get a copy as soon as possible.
Like I said I usually keep my 'fan boy' predisposition very much to myself, but I figure with all the geeking out this week my self-respect can’t get much lower. Can it?
I’ve been on Internet forums talking about (I never do things like that), I held up the cue in my comic shop talking to the manager, Adam, about the advance copy he’s read. I’m even considering taking a half day on Friday so I can get a copy as soon as possible.
Like I said I usually keep my 'fan boy' predisposition very much to myself, but I figure with all the geeking out this week my self-respect can’t get much lower. Can it?
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Apply Myself
After weeks, nay months, of endless gripeing about my unfulfilling and soul destroying occupation I’ve finally got off my arse and done something about it.
I hit Monster, I hit S1, I hit fish4, I hit Job Centre Plus and I have printed a bevy of letters and CV’s – envelops for which are currently placed in my coat pocket cheekily stolen from work.
I’m confident that in just a few short weeks, as long as I stay committed to my cause, I’ll be attending interviews and moving into a new desk. I already feel liberated.
Don’t work though, I know it will be a hard road ahead and that I shouldn’t set my hopes too high, but I’m prepared to tough it out.
Wish me luck and keep your fingers crossed for me! (Do it!)
I hit Monster, I hit S1, I hit fish4, I hit Job Centre Plus and I have printed a bevy of letters and CV’s – envelops for which are currently placed in my coat pocket cheekily stolen from work.
I’m confident that in just a few short weeks, as long as I stay committed to my cause, I’ll be attending interviews and moving into a new desk. I already feel liberated.
Don’t work though, I know it will be a hard road ahead and that I shouldn’t set my hopes too high, but I’m prepared to tough it out.
Wish me luck and keep your fingers crossed for me! (Do it!)
Monday, March 21, 2005
Back to Reality
An old English proverb states "All good things must come to an end”, I can’t disagree.
Alas my nine day retreat from work has ended and I have returned to that place which substitutes lucid and interesting thoughts with something resembling white noise.
I won’t complain however, I see no point ion ever doing that and I’m tired of my own whining. In truth I can’t complain, during my largely uneventful week off not only did I not send Clair the CV which I had promised to send but I didn’t even visit the job centre or send even one letter away to prospective employers – How can I complain about something I have made no efforts to change?
The week off was okay (a week off’s a week off after all) but like I said, largely uneventful. Aside from a morning in town and a trip to Edinburgh Zoo on Friday Michelle and I did very little, given that this was the case it is fairly surprising to me that we somehow managed to spend roughly £500!
At least I’m off on Friday…
Alas my nine day retreat from work has ended and I have returned to that place which substitutes lucid and interesting thoughts with something resembling white noise.
I won’t complain however, I see no point ion ever doing that and I’m tired of my own whining. In truth I can’t complain, during my largely uneventful week off not only did I not send Clair the CV which I had promised to send but I didn’t even visit the job centre or send even one letter away to prospective employers – How can I complain about something I have made no efforts to change?
The week off was okay (a week off’s a week off after all) but like I said, largely uneventful. Aside from a morning in town and a trip to Edinburgh Zoo on Friday Michelle and I did very little, given that this was the case it is fairly surprising to me that we somehow managed to spend roughly £500!
At least I’m off on Friday…
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
...Nor A Lender Be.
Is it just me? Am I old fashioned to think that if you give someone a loan of something they should take care of it?
Last week I was going to watch The Recruit, which I bought quite a while ago but have yet to properly watch (I feel asleep first time), but when I opened up the case I was surprised to find it was without a disk. Now this DVD had been returned to me a few weeks ago from Nigel who had had the film since before he moved. In this instance I’m willing to accept that a combination of moving home and the habit of taking the disk that is in the DVD player and putting it into the case of the film you’re about to watch, is bound to cause some misplaced items.
This does not mean I’m fine about the missing disk, by no means, but as I know that you read this I want to make it clear that the birthing that follows is not about you Michael. Instead it’s about Rocky.
Before I moved out of my parents I bought the ‘Rocky Anthology’ box set which has all five movies. I had the box set for two days, watched the first two films and then Dave borrowed it. Dave then gave it to Andy and Sparkie has just this night returned the box set after nearly two years. As if this were not enough to piss me off Rocky IV and V are missing.
What the fuck is that all about? Seriously. I buy something, I spend my money on it and someone who is my friend, I don’t know who (but arguably Dave is ultimately responsible since he was the original borrower) loses it? I never even touched those disks and, given they may have been lying under someone’s bed for two years, it’s probably fair to say that they’re gone for good or completely fucked.
I’m done being everyone’s cheapest video rental shop, if people don’t want to look after my shit they can join fucking Global.
Seriously very fucked off about this.
Last week I was going to watch The Recruit, which I bought quite a while ago but have yet to properly watch (I feel asleep first time), but when I opened up the case I was surprised to find it was without a disk. Now this DVD had been returned to me a few weeks ago from Nigel who had had the film since before he moved. In this instance I’m willing to accept that a combination of moving home and the habit of taking the disk that is in the DVD player and putting it into the case of the film you’re about to watch, is bound to cause some misplaced items.
This does not mean I’m fine about the missing disk, by no means, but as I know that you read this I want to make it clear that the birthing that follows is not about you Michael. Instead it’s about Rocky.
Before I moved out of my parents I bought the ‘Rocky Anthology’ box set which has all five movies. I had the box set for two days, watched the first two films and then Dave borrowed it. Dave then gave it to Andy and Sparkie has just this night returned the box set after nearly two years. As if this were not enough to piss me off Rocky IV and V are missing.
What the fuck is that all about? Seriously. I buy something, I spend my money on it and someone who is my friend, I don’t know who (but arguably Dave is ultimately responsible since he was the original borrower) loses it? I never even touched those disks and, given they may have been lying under someone’s bed for two years, it’s probably fair to say that they’re gone for good or completely fucked.
I’m done being everyone’s cheapest video rental shop, if people don’t want to look after my shit they can join fucking Global.
Seriously very fucked off about this.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Retro
My title seems apt to describe a recurring theme from the last few days. I suppose first off it was it Dave lending me his ‘Rocky: Legends’ game, nothing fails to bring back 80’s nostalgia like the Rocky theme tune I think we can all agree on this.
Next up was playing Street Fighter II at Stuart’s on Saturday night on the X-Box, rather than on the SNES as it is meant to be played, but still, there nothing quite like a tiger uppercut, or better yet a fire ball.
Scant hours after rediscovering the joys of a Dragon Punch I fond myself with a Sega Master System control pad in my hands, rediscovering how much I suck ass at Micro Machines.
I had taken my X–Box to Stoo’s on Saturday is the hopes that we would do a system like Halo battle with many participants, but given that the ‘many’ turned out to be three people including myself the proposed link never happened. None the less I couldn’t be arsed carrying the massive console back home at 3am on Saturday night. This decision caused me quite the dilemma the next day when, as I often do, I got the urge to ruthlessly shoot and kill lots of people.
After I gave up on my underworld contacts providing me with a Glock 17 9mm fixed sights hand gun, I took down my dust caked N64 and played a bit of classic Golden Eye, in my opinion the greatest FPS ever devised. I soon found that my deadly accurate aim was still intact despite years of neglect and my urge for loud and violent noises was satisfied… for a while…
The final retro incident occurred someone in between all this when instead of thinking about writing my Scripts I actually wrote one, an event unheard of for many a month. As always I hope I keep it up but who knows…
Wow this is late even for me!
Next up was playing Street Fighter II at Stuart’s on Saturday night on the X-Box, rather than on the SNES as it is meant to be played, but still, there nothing quite like a tiger uppercut, or better yet a fire ball.
Scant hours after rediscovering the joys of a Dragon Punch I fond myself with a Sega Master System control pad in my hands, rediscovering how much I suck ass at Micro Machines.
I had taken my X–Box to Stoo’s on Saturday is the hopes that we would do a system like Halo battle with many participants, but given that the ‘many’ turned out to be three people including myself the proposed link never happened. None the less I couldn’t be arsed carrying the massive console back home at 3am on Saturday night. This decision caused me quite the dilemma the next day when, as I often do, I got the urge to ruthlessly shoot and kill lots of people.
After I gave up on my underworld contacts providing me with a Glock 17 9mm fixed sights hand gun, I took down my dust caked N64 and played a bit of classic Golden Eye, in my opinion the greatest FPS ever devised. I soon found that my deadly accurate aim was still intact despite years of neglect and my urge for loud and violent noises was satisfied… for a while…
The final retro incident occurred someone in between all this when instead of thinking about writing my Scripts I actually wrote one, an event unheard of for many a month. As always I hope I keep it up but who knows…
Wow this is late even for me!
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Fantabulusish
Hello all you happy people, sorry about all the moaning and self pity yesterday. Don’t worry about it though I’m fantabulus today.
Maybe it’s because I only have a few days to go before my week off or maybe it’s because I’m in some sort of dream like haze since I slept for two hours last night.
You can bet if my good mood is due to the later reason that my unusually chipper mood will deteriorate from fantabulus to craptastic faster than you can say ‘exhaustion’ by at least lunch time.
It’s always fun when I don’t or hardly sleep, I seem to get kind of edgy in a funny way (funny to me at least) and I say thing I wouldn’t normally.
Last time I hardly slept, when I was out with David and Sparkie until 7am, I went to my comic shop and the guy behind the counter said that the last copy of one on the issues I was looking for was in the hand of the twenty something Sk8er Boi customer he was serving. I told him ‘I hope it’s not, otherwise me and this guys going to be wrestling outside’ The Sk8er man-child kind of looked at me to gauge how serious I was (which of course was not at all) and I told him ‘Don’t be scared’. I know the guy behind the counter pretty well, I’ve been going there every week for about five years and on a regular basis for the ten years before that, and he reassured the guy I was kidding.
So it should be fun today… as long as I don’t pass out…
Maybe it’s because I only have a few days to go before my week off or maybe it’s because I’m in some sort of dream like haze since I slept for two hours last night.
You can bet if my good mood is due to the later reason that my unusually chipper mood will deteriorate from fantabulus to craptastic faster than you can say ‘exhaustion’ by at least lunch time.
It’s always fun when I don’t or hardly sleep, I seem to get kind of edgy in a funny way (funny to me at least) and I say thing I wouldn’t normally.
Last time I hardly slept, when I was out with David and Sparkie until 7am, I went to my comic shop and the guy behind the counter said that the last copy of one on the issues I was looking for was in the hand of the twenty something Sk8er Boi customer he was serving. I told him ‘I hope it’s not, otherwise me and this guys going to be wrestling outside’ The Sk8er man-child kind of looked at me to gauge how serious I was (which of course was not at all) and I told him ‘Don’t be scared’. I know the guy behind the counter pretty well, I’ve been going there every week for about five years and on a regular basis for the ten years before that, and he reassured the guy I was kidding.
So it should be fun today… as long as I don’t pass out…
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
¡Así que es venido a esto!
¡Hola mis amigos, yo he decidido anunciar hoy en el idioma de la pasión! Hago esto para tres razones: -
Razone uno – mostrar aburrió apasionadamente soy ya.
La razón dos – hacerle enterado de cuán salió apasionadamente soy que estoy apagado la semana próxima.
La razón tres – porque yo me pongo’T tiene realmente mucho en decir.
David y Natalie eran redondos anoche un rato y Dave amablemente me había comprado un director nuevo para mi X-CAJA desde que el un control restante acolcha tengo es casi para el cajón.
La salud y la felicidad buenas a todo hoy, yo espero que su día vaya mejor que mío.
Razone uno – mostrar aburrió apasionadamente soy ya.
La razón dos – hacerle enterado de cuán salió apasionadamente soy que estoy apagado la semana próxima.
La razón tres – porque yo me pongo’T tiene realmente mucho en decir.
David y Natalie eran redondos anoche un rato y Dave amablemente me había comprado un director nuevo para mi X-CAJA desde que el un control restante acolcha tengo es casi para el cajón.
La salud y la felicidad buenas a todo hoy, yo espero que su día vaya mejor que mío.
Monday, March 07, 2005
The Plan
After watching the highly entertaining and illegally obtained ‘Ray’ with Jamie Foxx, Michelle and I lay in bed and talked last night. We talked from half past midnight until three in the morning about the course our lives have taken and where we would like them to go from here on out. When all was said and done we had the plan.
Michelle’s plan seems to be a simple and highly obtainable goal to reach compared to my own, and I hope that’s how it turns out like that. Basically the plan is to first learn to drive and then get a job as a rep/trainer for a hair company. She has all the necessary qualification, skills and talent to be employed in the job save for the driving, and so as I said, it should be relatively easy with the right attitude and appropriate amount of determination.
This change in career would mean more money, not having to work with the public and, perhaps most importantly, less exposure to the chemicals that irritates and burns her skin.
My own plan, as I alluded to in my earlier paragraph, is a little more complicated. First off I plan to take an HNC in communication in night classes over the next two years, the money will be tight for this with the approach of the wedding, but I may be able to gain some kind of grant to help us out. Following my course, which I will pass with the highest merit, I will take a job with the EK News, and with my first story expose the negligence of the police force which allows semi open drug use and regular violent riots and attacks in the Westwood Square and in particular the Westwood Bar. Following this explosive exclusive article I will of course be head hunted by a major news paper, e.g. The Herald, where I will work for the next decade or so. While gaining journalistic experience as well as life experience I will be working on my first novel, a sure fire worldwide bestseller which will make me rich beyond my wildest dreams.
So there it is. As I said, it may be slightly complicated, but I’m sure I’ll be able to pull it off. Don’t you think so?
Michelle’s plan seems to be a simple and highly obtainable goal to reach compared to my own, and I hope that’s how it turns out like that. Basically the plan is to first learn to drive and then get a job as a rep/trainer for a hair company. She has all the necessary qualification, skills and talent to be employed in the job save for the driving, and so as I said, it should be relatively easy with the right attitude and appropriate amount of determination.
This change in career would mean more money, not having to work with the public and, perhaps most importantly, less exposure to the chemicals that irritates and burns her skin.
My own plan, as I alluded to in my earlier paragraph, is a little more complicated. First off I plan to take an HNC in communication in night classes over the next two years, the money will be tight for this with the approach of the wedding, but I may be able to gain some kind of grant to help us out. Following my course, which I will pass with the highest merit, I will take a job with the EK News, and with my first story expose the negligence of the police force which allows semi open drug use and regular violent riots and attacks in the Westwood Square and in particular the Westwood Bar. Following this explosive exclusive article I will of course be head hunted by a major news paper, e.g. The Herald, where I will work for the next decade or so. While gaining journalistic experience as well as life experience I will be working on my first novel, a sure fire worldwide bestseller which will make me rich beyond my wildest dreams.
So there it is. As I said, it may be slightly complicated, but I’m sure I’ll be able to pull it off. Don’t you think so?
Friday, March 04, 2005
Chronic Lateness
I was up just before 7:30 this morning, and had enough time to make lunch and not be in a rush I was out at the bus stop just after 8:00 and on any normal day I’d be getting to work either on time or earlier. But then I hadn’t counted on snow and a traffic jam that started two bus stops past my own (that’s just after Belmont Drive bus stop) and went right the way past the car dealerships.
Couple this fact with nobody having keys this morning and having to wait for a guy that normally doesn’t even work on Fridays to come in with them, and - you guest it – I walked in at the same I do every morning; 15 minutes past my start time.
I can’t win.
Couple this fact with nobody having keys this morning and having to wait for a guy that normally doesn’t even work on Fridays to come in with them, and - you guest it – I walked in at the same I do every morning; 15 minutes past my start time.
I can’t win.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Where Everybody Knows My Name
Michelle is the first person I can think of it happening with. First time I met her she said ‘Oh I know you!’ Turns out we were in the same class in Primary Six (something which I still have no recollection of). It happens all the time and I can’t understand it. I hardly ever go out now and before that I never went out at all for about three years. I never speak to people I don’t know. So why do all these people keep saying they know me?
I was asking about Nigel’s new girlfriend last night and he said ‘Oh, she knows you’ much like Michelle had said all those years ago. The same thing happened with a girl Sparkie was seeing a few months ago and when I met my friend Elaine at the dancing, whose boyfriend was with her and I am certain I have never laid eyes on, said the same thing again. And there are others too.
Sometimes they don’t give the ‘Oh’. Sometimes they say ‘Well *he/she* doesn’t really know you, but *he/she* knows your name.’ How! Why do people know my name? How have I, of all people, got such notoriety? I would be surprised if even my best friends spoke about me. There are no stories about me as far as I know, I don’t do anything interesting and I don’t work with people that live in East Kilbride.
I just can’t work it out.
I was asking about Nigel’s new girlfriend last night and he said ‘Oh, she knows you’ much like Michelle had said all those years ago. The same thing happened with a girl Sparkie was seeing a few months ago and when I met my friend Elaine at the dancing, whose boyfriend was with her and I am certain I have never laid eyes on, said the same thing again. And there are others too.
Sometimes they don’t give the ‘Oh’. Sometimes they say ‘Well *he/she* doesn’t really know you, but *he/she* knows your name.’ How! Why do people know my name? How have I, of all people, got such notoriety? I would be surprised if even my best friends spoke about me. There are no stories about me as far as I know, I don’t do anything interesting and I don’t work with people that live in East Kilbride.
I just can’t work it out.
Old Friends Are Best
Sparkie and Nigel were round last night for the first time in ages. I had barely seen Sparkie for more than an hour all year due to his constantly working his two jobs. Even though we just sat about and watched TV it was a good laugh and we were comfortable in the way you can only be in the company of old friends.Wow, that’s all I have to say. My shortest post ever I think.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Why do I like these things?
:::FAVORITE:::
Movie: – The Godfather.
Book: - Without Remorse.
TV Program: - The West Wing.
Cartoon: - Roadrunner.
Band/singer: - Gomez.
Song: - There She Goes – The La’s.
Food: - Cheese.
Time of year: - Late Autumn.
Thing about yourself: - I'm always honest.
Time of the week: - Friday at 5pm (when else?).
Joke: -
Want your superpower to be? Super human strength.
Kill for? Vengeance and love… possibly the last of my mums lemon pie.
Die for? Michelle and my principals.
Change about yourself? My scabby feet.
Buy first with your lottery winnings? The contents of Borders.
Do with 3 wishes? Get money, Have superman’s powers, know everything.
Say to God? Guess I was wrong.
Sell your soul for? To get back someone else’s.
Work as in your ideal life? Comic book writer.
Do to change the world? Destroy the Bush administration.
:::WOULD YOU EVER:::
Steal? Maybe. Depends
Pose nude? Sure, the world needs laughter.
Kiss a person of the same sex? I rarely have much choice about it.
Sing in public? Only in a crowd.
::: PICK ONE :::
Sing or Act? Act.
Fight or Walk Away? Walk away.
Baby Boy or Baby Girl? Girl.
Give up Booze or Give up Cigarettes? I don’t use either.
Half full or Half empty? There’s water in it; it is what it is.
Live without sex or Live without love? Oooooo Sex, no wait! Love… no wait! Sex… I suppose. Maybe.
Books or Films? Books.
Phone or Text? Text.
Personality or Looks? I would have said looks before but Michelle’s gorgeous anyway so I’ll say personality.
:::WHAT IS:::
Your greatest fear? Upsetting people.
Your biggest regret? Leaving collage
The thing most people don't know about you? I never learned to read.
Your talent? Writing hopefully.
Your proudest achievement? Saving over £1000 pounds in the last couple of weeks a finally getting big boy pants after 14 years of soggy failure.
The best thing about you? My stunning wit and charm.
The worst thing about you? My almost constant sarcasm and my ‘little storm’ moods.
The most fun you've ever had? Pervert. Seriously though 29 July 1999. The whole day.
The dumbest thing you've ever done? Had sex for about two years straight without having any protection. Ever.
:::WHO:::
Do you love? Michelle.
Do you trust? Michelle and David mostly but all of my friends.
Knows you best? Michelle, David and Sparkie.
Is like the brother/sister you never had? Sparkie and Dave.
Movie: – The Godfather.
Book: - Without Remorse.
TV Program: - The West Wing.
Cartoon: - Roadrunner.
Band/singer: - Gomez.
Song: - There She Goes – The La’s.
Food: - Cheese.
Time of year: - Late Autumn.
Thing about yourself: - I'm always honest.
Time of the week: - Friday at 5pm (when else?).
Joke: -
Paddy and Mick are late for their biology class, and in an attempt to save time
they jump over a fence. Paddy makes the jump but Mick falls short and is stuck
with a spike in him. Paddy runs into the class,
‘Miss miss! Mick’s feel and
got a spike up ‘is arse!’ He shouts as he comes into the class.
The teacher,
appalled by Paddy’s terminology and corrects him, ‘Rectum Patrick!’ she
bellows.
‘Wrecked ‘im? It nearly fuckin’ killed him miss!’ says Paddy.
Swear word: - Sons of Bitches.
Want your superpower to be? Super human strength.
Kill for? Vengeance and love… possibly the last of my mums lemon pie.
Die for? Michelle and my principals.
Change about yourself? My scabby feet.
Buy first with your lottery winnings? The contents of Borders.
Do with 3 wishes? Get money, Have superman’s powers, know everything.
Say to God? Guess I was wrong.
Sell your soul for? To get back someone else’s.
Work as in your ideal life? Comic book writer.
Do to change the world? Destroy the Bush administration.
:::WOULD YOU EVER:::
Steal? Maybe. Depends
Pose nude? Sure, the world needs laughter.
Kiss a person of the same sex? I rarely have much choice about it.
Sing in public? Only in a crowd.
::: PICK ONE :::
Sing or Act? Act.
Fight or Walk Away? Walk away.
Baby Boy or Baby Girl? Girl.
Give up Booze or Give up Cigarettes? I don’t use either.
Half full or Half empty? There’s water in it; it is what it is.
Live without sex or Live without love? Oooooo Sex, no wait! Love… no wait! Sex… I suppose. Maybe.
Books or Films? Books.
Phone or Text? Text.
Personality or Looks? I would have said looks before but Michelle’s gorgeous anyway so I’ll say personality.
:::WHAT IS:::
Your greatest fear? Upsetting people.
Your biggest regret? Leaving collage
The thing most people don't know about you? I never learned to read.
Your talent? Writing hopefully.
Your proudest achievement? Saving over £1000 pounds in the last couple of weeks a finally getting big boy pants after 14 years of soggy failure.
The best thing about you? My stunning wit and charm.
The worst thing about you? My almost constant sarcasm and my ‘little storm’ moods.
The most fun you've ever had? Pervert. Seriously though 29 July 1999. The whole day.
The dumbest thing you've ever done? Had sex for about two years straight without having any protection. Ever.
:::WHO:::
Do you love? Michelle.
Do you trust? Michelle and David mostly but all of my friends.
Knows you best? Michelle, David and Sparkie.
Is like the brother/sister you never had? Sparkie and Dave.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Three Weeks in ’98: All That Glitters
Due to the recent epidemic of the cold/flu I was reminded of the worst cold I ever had, and it just so happens that it was on the final day of my three week odyssey.
I’d been on my own for three weeks and despite the parties and nightly gatherings, the majority of which lasted into the early hours, I never missed one day of school. I was a good boy, such a good boy in fact that on the final day of parents holiday when I was feeling the effects of a cold I still went to school.
My condition gradually worsened as the day went on. My head got fuzzier, my nose got runnier, my sweat gave my face a sheen and my bones ached.
My last class that day was a two hour art class, and when I got there I discovered that my art teacher was replaced by a substitute - We later found out that our art teacher would not be coming back and had apparently hit the jackpot and sold off a range of his painting to some gallery. I don’t have to tell you what happens in a class room when you have a substitute teacher, but I will say for the benefit of anyone who was a good student that it’s not a hell of a lot of work.
I sat beside Lisa Reynolds and, as this was the design portion of our Higher, she was diligently working away on whatever she had been making with glue, paper, glitter, and all kinds of other stuff which I wasn’t remotely interested in at the time. At the time I was too busy taking my illness like a man, that is to say I was bitching and moaning in a pathetic kind of way. Lisa kept telling me to shut up and kept messing about with her stuff so that she would stop working and keep me company in my weakened state. This back and forth went on for quite a while and by the time I gave up and put my head down on the desk Lisa was looking for revenge for my constant disruptions. I have to say, she did manage to brighten me up a bit, but I was none too applicative for it given that my brightening was less to do with light-hearted jovial conversation and sympathy and more to do with the glitter she sprinkled over me.
GLITTER FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I held my own for as long as I could, but my exhausted and sick body could only hold out for so long and I was over whelmed in glinting defeat. My sweat glazed face proved to be the perfect pallet for the glitter and was not helped any by my usual black ensemble. By the time I left the class people who walked past me had to shield their eyes from my radiant gleam.
I got home trailing twinkle like Tinkerbelle’s bastard son and I was ill. A lot of people say their ill a lot of the time, but they don’t know what ill is. Ill is wincing with every movement, ill is sweat making the clothes your wearing damp, ill is passing out while you try to take you school shirt off.
I woke up some time later with Johnny standing over me. I had said to all my friends just to come in while my parents were away, and I’m glad I did otherwise who knows how long I would have lay there.
The rest had done me good however and I felt a little healthier as Johnny and I were going down stairs. What I saw when I opened the living room door I wondered if I were maybe still asleep or perhaps hallucinating. It was the same feeling I had when I stepped into the kitchen. Did I do it before I passed out? No, I was sure I hadn’t but yet it was true; the house was clean!
I later found out that Sparkie’s dad had come over during my unconscious slumber and had cleaned the house from top to bottom, completely unaware that I was out cold in my room thanks to his respect for my privacy.
I’d been on my own for three weeks and despite the parties and nightly gatherings, the majority of which lasted into the early hours, I never missed one day of school. I was a good boy, such a good boy in fact that on the final day of parents holiday when I was feeling the effects of a cold I still went to school.
My condition gradually worsened as the day went on. My head got fuzzier, my nose got runnier, my sweat gave my face a sheen and my bones ached.
My last class that day was a two hour art class, and when I got there I discovered that my art teacher was replaced by a substitute - We later found out that our art teacher would not be coming back and had apparently hit the jackpot and sold off a range of his painting to some gallery. I don’t have to tell you what happens in a class room when you have a substitute teacher, but I will say for the benefit of anyone who was a good student that it’s not a hell of a lot of work.
I sat beside Lisa Reynolds and, as this was the design portion of our Higher, she was diligently working away on whatever she had been making with glue, paper, glitter, and all kinds of other stuff which I wasn’t remotely interested in at the time. At the time I was too busy taking my illness like a man, that is to say I was bitching and moaning in a pathetic kind of way. Lisa kept telling me to shut up and kept messing about with her stuff so that she would stop working and keep me company in my weakened state. This back and forth went on for quite a while and by the time I gave up and put my head down on the desk Lisa was looking for revenge for my constant disruptions. I have to say, she did manage to brighten me up a bit, but I was none too applicative for it given that my brightening was less to do with light-hearted jovial conversation and sympathy and more to do with the glitter she sprinkled over me.
GLITTER FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I held my own for as long as I could, but my exhausted and sick body could only hold out for so long and I was over whelmed in glinting defeat. My sweat glazed face proved to be the perfect pallet for the glitter and was not helped any by my usual black ensemble. By the time I left the class people who walked past me had to shield their eyes from my radiant gleam.
I got home trailing twinkle like Tinkerbelle’s bastard son and I was ill. A lot of people say their ill a lot of the time, but they don’t know what ill is. Ill is wincing with every movement, ill is sweat making the clothes your wearing damp, ill is passing out while you try to take you school shirt off.
I woke up some time later with Johnny standing over me. I had said to all my friends just to come in while my parents were away, and I’m glad I did otherwise who knows how long I would have lay there.
The rest had done me good however and I felt a little healthier as Johnny and I were going down stairs. What I saw when I opened the living room door I wondered if I were maybe still asleep or perhaps hallucinating. It was the same feeling I had when I stepped into the kitchen. Did I do it before I passed out? No, I was sure I hadn’t but yet it was true; the house was clean!
I later found out that Sparkie’s dad had come over during my unconscious slumber and had cleaned the house from top to bottom, completely unaware that I was out cold in my room thanks to his respect for my privacy.
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