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minervasoloI'm going to Chessington tomorrow. Have to catch the 8:57 train. Went into town to buy ticket today, and came back with two comics, an Oscar Wilde Anthology and a new top. Could have been worse: I almost bought a magazine and a piar of jeans as well. I'm going bck on Saturday to get those, presuming the person I'm babysitting for doesn't cancel again, so that I will actually have cash.
You'd be surprised how many open days are on my birthday, or the weekend bfore. Officially puts the kibosh on any plans I might have been tempted to make, since the weekend after is Sophie's birthday, so I'll be doing something wiht her then. One of those unspoken agreements, I get the weekend before, she gets the weekend after, since the respective weekends are closer to our respective birthday's. Still, if I drag Anria to visit Cambridge with me, that might be the weekend before my birthday, so at least I get to spend time with someone.
Meant to be babysitting, but not. alas alackaday, coz I really could have done with hte money for tomorrow. Still, mother has proimised me £25, since she gave the same to sister, and that'll do just fine.
Such writer's bock at the moment, both in fanfiction and novel. Started three short stories and abandoned all of them, and planned something with a not so dissimilar plot of 'Portrait of Dorian Gray', but without the supernatural element. Problem iwht reading Oscar Wilde is it makes me feel very Upper-middle class, Surrey public school girl, funny accent random latin et cetera et cetera... ^_^ Basically, feeling 'posh', which I have been repeatedly told I am, and considering the Uni's I'm looking at applying for I think I can admit people are right. I have no money, I can't stand designer labels, I have never shopped in London (anywhere, not just the 'posh' streets), have only been on holiday abroad three four times, twice on school trips, and am generally far from posh. But it's fun to pretend, so high heels and smart sirts and funny accents, yah? ...we had to sing a song by Richard Stilgoe in a posh accent once, about Safaris. He did a whole collection of songs that told a story about aliens that thought we mistreated our planet terribly, and we sung them at soe hall, possibly the Barbican. As my friend's will tell you, i can't sing to save my life, but this was when i was nine and our school choir consisted of about 14 people, so n matter what we were asked to do we all went, and no one could hear us anyway ^_^
From Indiah to Africah / Calcutta to the Kalihari / it's ab-sol-lutely okay yah / to go out on safari.
Shootin', huntin', fishin' / is our idea of fun / anything around in the air or on the ground better run when it's sees us come.
And that's off the top of my head, from when I was nine ^_^ I can remember a few other, but I won't write them out as well. Did a wonderful selection of moses songs, which i've still got hte words for...
You'd be surprised how many open days are on my birthday, or the weekend bfore. Officially puts the kibosh on any plans I might have been tempted to make, since the weekend after is Sophie's birthday, so I'll be doing something wiht her then. One of those unspoken agreements, I get the weekend before, she gets the weekend after, since the respective weekends are closer to our respective birthday's. Still, if I drag Anria to visit Cambridge with me, that might be the weekend before my birthday, so at least I get to spend time with someone.
Meant to be babysitting, but not. alas alackaday, coz I really could have done with hte money for tomorrow. Still, mother has proimised me £25, since she gave the same to sister, and that'll do just fine.
Such writer's bock at the moment, both in fanfiction and novel. Started three short stories and abandoned all of them, and planned something with a not so dissimilar plot of 'Portrait of Dorian Gray', but without the supernatural element. Problem iwht reading Oscar Wilde is it makes me feel very Upper-middle class, Surrey public school girl, funny accent random latin et cetera et cetera... ^_^ Basically, feeling 'posh', which I have been repeatedly told I am, and considering the Uni's I'm looking at applying for I think I can admit people are right. I have no money, I can't stand designer labels, I have never shopped in London (anywhere, not just the 'posh' streets), have only been on holiday abroad three four times, twice on school trips, and am generally far from posh. But it's fun to pretend, so high heels and smart sirts and funny accents, yah? ...we had to sing a song by Richard Stilgoe in a posh accent once, about Safaris. He did a whole collection of songs that told a story about aliens that thought we mistreated our planet terribly, and we sung them at soe hall, possibly the Barbican. As my friend's will tell you, i can't sing to save my life, but this was when i was nine and our school choir consisted of about 14 people, so n matter what we were asked to do we all went, and no one could hear us anyway ^_^
From Indiah to Africah / Calcutta to the Kalihari / it's ab-sol-lutely okay yah / to go out on safari.
Shootin', huntin', fishin' / is our idea of fun / anything around in the air or on the ground better run when it's sees us come.
And that's off the top of my head, from when I was nine ^_^ I can remember a few other, but I won't write them out as well. Did a wonderful selection of moses songs, which i've still got hte words for...
