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Someone remind me that no relationship, should such a time ever exst, is worth looking that ugly over. I looked like I'd been punch in both eyes. Swelled up, went greeny-purple... even two hours later my eyelids were still purple. And now I want eyeshadow that colour.

Apparantly I almost made Harry cry. Stupid thing is, i wasn't really that upset. I just hate that I can't sound rational when my voice is all over the place (no different from normal there, really) and I'm leaking everywhere. And just because my reasons for my behavious don't make sense to you doesn't mean I'm lying because your reasons are the right ones. That really bugged me, and he still doesn't believe me. Fine, my reasons for hating The Sheet don't make muchmore sense to me, but I can honestly say it has nothing whatsoever to do with feeling shown up. It's about trust and birbery and how there is absolutely no point in the sheet if it's there for the reasons he says it is, and if it's there for the reasons I think it is (which he alternately agreed and denied) then it's even worse.


Anyway, we never really row in this house. No raised voices, no hard feelings, no grudges. The tears are unfortunarte, and I'mbeginning to suspect some cleaning-related row when I was small, or something.

Mum had an amusing dream last night ^_^ She dreamt she was a ninja yoga teacher employed by the Russian government. Love her, and her dreams.


I loved this. It was Tor's party, at someone else's house. It started with just our usual gang there. There was chocolate fudge cake, and somekind of berry pie that kept changing slightly (always berries, though). Both were very large. Tor's friend, who's house we were at, seemed to be absent.

Some more people arrived, including some fit guys. Anria and I ended up sitting with them. One of them insisted I sit on his lap, but I fell off when I remembered that I don't like sitting on laps (makes me paranoid about my weight). And then Anria, Sophie Iles and someone else dressed up in wedding dresses and danced around the garden, alternating between ballet and kung-fu moves. All very well coreographed. Except the father decided he didn't like it, because it was muddy, and the boys we had found had to leave, but Anria and co didn't. And then a huge number of people arrived (and I felt guilty about eating so much cake), most of whom i didn't know. And I sat on the stairs with Sophie, who showed me photos which included me, a girl from GHS and a girl from college, taken on a school trip that could not possibly have happened. And we realised pretty much everyone else had left, which resulted in us wandering around het house for a while looking confused, and eventually back into hte backgarden. Looking around the house, we saw everyone coming back on Bicycles. I can't remember where almost everyon at the entire party had gone, possibly to get take aways, but it was jsut strange.

I'm just impressed with the kung-fu theme running through both mine and my mother's dream. Hee!


And now more Psychology, and then maybe a barbeque. Oh, and more swearing at episode 25, which has once again quit part way through, and the 'skip 10k off the end' thing only served to make it allow people to send it to me, but not me to receive. So we're deleteing and starting again.

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