*waves* Hi all, it's only me. She's got blocked from her own blog because NTL are bastards, so in the meantime go here:
Happy Tanabata! ^__^ I'm totally down with this festival. For fairly transparent reasons. I wish to know if you have seen Tanabata celebrations.
Ok, other things. Work was horrible, for a change. I am counting down the days until I leave, I really am. If it weren't for a couple of people and Diana I'd be out the door. I really look forward to my lunch breaks now at work. I can sit for half an hour with my head in a book. That's what I need. I'm eating books at the moment, I really am. Not that it's going to make me any better at the literacy game because I'm still as stupid as ever with it. But hey, I've been walking around all afternoon wanting to shout 1940s swear words at people because I finished The Catcher in the Rye at lunch. And yes, I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes, too.
And this evening I made myself happy by collecting up some screwdrivers and ripping the guts out of my Dreamcast. And putting them back again, obviously. o_0 We were having power supply issues which were impinging on my Phantasy Crack Online time. And up with this we will not put. I'm shocked and amused that I actually managed to fix it. Well, no, not that I managed to fix it, because I'm not *that* bad at fixing things, I'm more amazed that I managed to put it all back together again. That's what stuffs me normally, I can fix it but then I end up with more parts spare than I thought I'd begun with. But no, I fixed my Dreamcast, hurray me!
And you people ought to know the joy of Phantasy Star Online. Killing boomas makes my life happy, yes it does.
I don't think we'll blog about the last couple of days, shall we? Since I'm not in Poland and all.
The last few days haven't exactly been the best/easiest, but hey, might as well blog for posterity.
I managed to arrive home earlier than expected from the Ancestral Village, thanks to feeling quite sick most of the two days I was there. Not actually related to being there, but it didn't make it any more fun to be away from bed. Events down there were not great, as expected, but considerably more upsetting than I thought they were going to be. Naive of me to think it, yes, but I thought I'd sorted things in my head about my aunt dying. I thought the whole idea of death wasn't really something that bothered me, either.
I thought the funeral would be alright because it'd give everyone a chance to say goodbye and so on, but I just wasn't prepared to be there with so many people crying so much. I didn't stay for the burial because it just wasn't something I wanted to see. It makes me feel bad that I didn't, but I feel like I know the way my mind works, and I know what things are good for it to see and what aren't. -_-
But that was that. I guess things on that front will work themselves out over time.
Ugh, I really don't know how this segue is going to work. Friday was a really depressing day, Saturday wasn't. >_< Having come home before everyone but Dad, I had the house to myself almost all of Saturday and duly took the opportunity to have charge of the TV. Something I probably wouldn't have bothered with if it hadn't been the Live8 concerts, but it was, so I did. As a rule of thumb, if they are going to broadcast live concerts with U2 in them on television, I am going to watch them. :p And lo did my little heart explode with glee. Honestly, I would have written that set list...
And Saturday would have been a lovely day, had it not been for one phone call I received. -_- And it wasn't even a phone call for me. Sometimes living in this house is as complicated as it is depressing, believe me. At least I was out cold until 1.30 this afternoon when my mother came in to see if I'd eloped or something. It didn't take a great deal of time before I was asleep again, I have to say.
In the minutes that I have been awake today, I managed to finish The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, and am now obssessed with one of the supporting characters. I don't know why I love May Kasahara, I just do. She's a seventeen year old high school dropout obssessed with death, ducks and toupeés. Awesome. But yes, the book does go on my pile of yet another Haruki Murakami novel to thrust at people to no avail. No, actually, Wind-Up Bird is really long and has more than it's fair share of very graphic violence in it, so maybe not. @_@ So yeah, good, but with caveats.
I think I'll go and be unconscious for a change now.
It's just a LIE, isn't it? I've never seen him there, is he there today...?