I’ve just realised: I have been doing this blog for a whole year now and have enlightened you with no other than 100 posts before this one.
What an ocassion, eh?!
Ciao, bambini!
PS i’ve started a dream diary, if anything particularly interesting comes up I’ll let you know. Be warned: for me interesting includes MCR and wolves, which may or may not be frequent.
Or How To Make Your First £Million,
was the title of the lecture that we went to see at the Grammar School today. Tbbf, twas alright, moderately interesting, but not particularly enlightening.
Twas also Wifey’s birthday, I baked her a cake, which we ate for luncheons 
Personally I thought it was rather tasty.
Even if it wasn’t, it had pink icing, so that counts for something!
Ciao bambini!
Tis either:
Chondromalacia Patellae
Or
Osgood- Schlatter’s disease.
Painkillers and 3 months total rest.
ugh.
10th Sept- MIKEY WAY DAY! Wore my Mikey hair and glasses, celebrated etc.
13th/14th Sept! DofE! AAAgh!
Day One went really well, no major mistakes, only one case of me walking through a bog in the middle of the footpath, until disaster struck! We were just a few Km from the campsite when we see the Fuzzy Teacakes in front of us and the Chemical Crew behind us, then realise we don’t actually know where we are. So there’s 20 of us stood in a random field screaming, shouting, crying and arguing until we just go back to the road and walk down it. At least we got back… then put up the tent, no rain but lots of mud, ate food in the dark, went to bed. I slept, but Animalmad didn’t… I talked all night, apparently. Sorry, bambina.
Day Two got off to a good start again, and we made good time too, next to no incidents whatsoever. I mean, I did have to dig Animalmad’s boot out of mud as deep as my arm, but other than that… we finished first! Ate ice cream, hung out, (barefoot. naturally… my boots were steaming.) and then went home.
School today was so hard, it was unbelievable… I was, to quote the great FOB, dead on arrival. I could barely keep my eyes open. In fact, at one point I was actually absoloutely fine, laughing away, and then my eyes were suddenly crying and wouldn’t stop! For no reason! It was rather embarassing… Sorry 3/4 moon. Also, my feet and my knee canes. I have a ruptured ligament. :S
Anywho, nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix! It’s a full moon. Ciao bam… *SNORES*
I woke up this morning with a dreadful sense of realisation.
Now, I know I don’t really discuss my dreams with you, but I usually have more or less one dream a week. And it is always, always! about myself in my wolf life, a series that (generally) continues from the previous dream, a series, if you will. This is the main reason I became interested in wolves, which is how I realised how much I love them. Anyway, sometimes I’m alone, just running, sometimes I’m with my pack, and occasionally I dream of real people I know in a wolf form. BUT! Since I arrived in Scotland, I’ve only had three memorable dreams:
1. I met Sean Smith. AMAZING dream, but a human one nonetheless.
2. (A wierd one here) I’m the lead singer of a band, we get signed to a record company but we don’t have a name yet. We read in Kerrang! magazine about this amazing indestructible dog someone has bred, and I want to name the band after the dog (can’t remember it’s name now, though). The two other girls in this band don’t want to call it that, ’cause they don’t believe it’s true that the dog is invincable, but the two guys do and agree our band should be named after said poochy. So we track down this dog, and make a bet: We’ll throw it from the top of the guys’ house (which just happens to be the turret of a castle), and if the dog lives we’ll call our band after it. The dog survives, and one of the girls becomes so mad she gets a gun (?) and chases me into the middle of Durham. (At which point, I think at least, my Nana claims I shout something along the lines of: NO! I’VE GOT TO FINISH OFF THE FIGHT IN THE SQUARE!, although it still doesn’t quite make sense.) I plead with her, but- BANG! she shoots at me, but one of the guys (who magically appears now) jumps in front of the bullet, but I never find out if it hits him ’cause I conveniently wake up. If anyone can figure out what this is all supposed to mean, I’d be grateful to find out!
3. That stupid dream I used to have as a kid where you’re left to drive a car with my two sisters in the back as we roll helplessly down a hill and off a cliff ’cause the car’s broken and I can’t drive it.
Anyway, the stuff of dreams is not something to think too much about, I reckon, even if beautiful or terrifying at times. But I do hope my dreams come back… maybe I just have to be patient. Comment me if you can work out ‘what my dreams mean’, btw. Or just ideas. Or simply to mock me… I really want comments! Ciao bambini!
Saturday 16th.
12 o’clock-ish: I start feeling ill.
2 o’clock-ish: Milnerd calls up and asks if I want to meet up with him, Wifey and her friend, KN. Consult parents, ring Milnerd.
Me: And what time are we meeting up?
M: You’re meeting up at One o’clock outside HMV. I’m meeting you at Three o’clock, then we’re going to see a movie.
Me: You’re sure? So we’re going shopping?
M: Yeah, but I can’t get through to [Wifey], she’s not on msn.
Me: Well, has she said she’s definitely arriving at One?
M: Yeah, outside HMV.
9:30pm: I’m sick and go straight to bed.
(PS, It’s a full moon.)
Sunday 17th.
9:00 am- Don’t feel great but do feel a lot better.
9:15 am- Mum says she can’t pick me up, have arguement with Dad about whether I should be allowed to go.
9:30 am- Call Wifey, who is out at KN’s house.
11:00 am- Get a call from Milnerd. Tell him I can’t go, ’cause I can’t get a lift home. He says he can give me a lift home if the worst comes to the worst.
1:04 pm- Arrive at HMV, Dropped off by Mum who’s in town to buy my sisters their school uniform etc.
1:14- Feel confused. Call Mum, no answer. *Shrugs*.
1:24- Feel worried. Call Sister, no answer. *Sigh*.
1:34- Feel stressed. Call Wifey, can’t get through. Call Milnerd, he’s had his phone confiscated.
1:44- Feel whacked out, buy a pen from WHSmith in case i have to write down phone numbers (or a Last Will and Testament, starting to lose sanity here!), call Wifey’s house, I don’t know who picks up but they tell me Wifey isn’t at KN’s house and they don’t have her number. My quest remains unsuccessful.
1:46- Call home, rather abashed, to tell Dad I think I may have been stranded in Redditch.
1:49- Run laps around shopping centre to check if anyone’s arrived late.
2:00- Return to car park to find mum’s car (luckily!) still there.
2:09 till 2:37- Ring people asking if they’ve got Milnerd’s house number.
2:55- Want to go and meet Milnerd, but worried if I do Mum will return and leave without me.
3:15- Get call from Dad asking if I’m okay. He tells me to leave Mum a note on her car (duh!) and go see if Milnerd has arrived.
3:31- Spot sisters.
3:32- Milnerd finds me, and sisters carry on shopping.
3:34- Walk to cinema to see if anyone else is there.
3:41- Give up and Milnerd and I return to my Mum’s car, where we sit and chat and eat sweets.
4:02- Mum and sisters return to car, and Milnerd saunters off to watch the movie which he already bought a ticket for, but I’m so exhausted I just go home.
5:14- Phone runs out of battery.
6:34- Find a message from Wifey telling me she can’t come, and she’s already explained so to Milnerd, or something.
6:36- Get told off by Mum.
Title says it all, really. Ciao.
Because I am unimaginative and lazy.
So, I’ve been to see my family up near Liverpool, as it is my aunt and uncle’s wedding anniversary and they’re renewing their vows. I ate food, drank champagne, went to Mass, met Frank Cotrell Boyce’s parents (F C-B is the author of Millions, Framed and his new book Cosmic is out sometime in the near distant future, sorry but had to throw that in), and hung out with cousins, etc. etc. Basically, usual going to see family visit. Oh, and we visited the Anthony Gormley on the beach, which I can’t remember it’s name right now but if I remember will paste in here later.
Spent the next three days tidying my room, packing my bags, babysitting and taking my sisters to get their hair cut. Normal sizzle. But tomorrow! I’m going camping with Golden and my two marmite liking ‘peasant daughters’, Thing One (Golden’s sister) and Thing Two (Thing One’s best friend). Which I am looking forward to tres tres mucho. Will update you on that, for sure. Anywho, Ciao bambini!, off to find my sleeping bag.
The birds are singing, the sun is shining (okay, it’s not) but school is done for the year! Six long weeks of freedom lie ahead. But I’m going to tell you about today.
So today was great, as it was, THE LAST DAY! Which also means… Non uniform! Now, I told you about my plan, which was… to wear my Blacklist dress! Seeing as The Black Parade Is Dead! and all, I thought I’d go crazy and wear my Black Parade dress. If you don’t know what that is, it looks a lot like this (but with someone else wearing it).
(Nice, innit?)
And, although all my friends love it too (or so they tell me 
), many people seemed to object to my wearing it. And, to express their disgust, they used the original, truthful and imaginative insult of shouting ‘FXXXING EMO!’ at me and giving me filthy looks (insinuating ‘go slit your wrists and die, dirty scum’, and doing this unashamedly) as I walked down corridors and went about my own business. And, rather than retaliate in the way they would like by a) crying and getting upset, b) swearing and getting violent, c) staring at them solemnly then self harming, or d) giving up and telling them I was sorry and it wouldn’t happen again, I simply laughed at them and asked them loudly if they had an observation to make, and if so would they state it? followed by shooting down their petty and pitiful statements of my emo-ness. (Explain exactly what an emo is? And am I that? And what are you? And actually, I don’t care what you think.)
And no, I did not call a single one of them a chav or stereotype them in the way they did to me, because I never would. And that makes me feel a whole lot better, because it means I’m a better person. I would also like to mention today was great, so there, ChemicalCrew. I spent the afternoon tug of warring, and chillaxing with my real friends, and it was great. All I can say now is, roll on the summer! Ciao, bambini!
(PS: Full moon tonight! Promise I’ll update you before the next.)
Normal day today, first day back at l’ecole after the easter holiday.
After school though, I found a really wierd insect on the allotment gate, I almost put my finger in it. It had a long proboscis, angular body, thin legs and colouring of a bee, but it was definitely not a bee.
When I got home, we looked it up in some book of insects and found that it was a bee fly, a fly that imitates bees then lays it’s eggs in their nests, where the lavae then live off the real bee’s larvae, hatched or otherwise.
“How disgusting is that?” my Mum says.
“Ha. Hahaha!” I giggle.
“What? What’s so funny?” aks Mum.
“It’s a wannaBEE!”
