Walking by the road

Go on, hit me and make my day,
Stop the boredom for a while.
It won't make me scream, or cry.
No, it'll make me feel better inside.

All shiny white the way i like
The blood emphasised, glowing red,
Shattering your false ego
And eroding the paint on your car.

Go on, hit me so all my pain
Does not feel real, only a dream,
Make me feel like i am still here
Walking in normality's light.

So what made today?

Life? Well after this Sundays' events I have got back into reading though various religous books hoping to find a cure for the feelings running around my head. Though that is met with a buring desire to leave home to start again, wait for Uni to start and bandage the wounds in my heart.

Wednesday tomoro, another day watching the cracks in my mind widen and let the monsters in. Another day in which my brain desides to shut down and my soul fly to other places leaving my body as an empty shell, and when finally get to sleep at night the last thing i want is to waken. Perhaps things will change with time.

will speak again soon

All Hallows Eve and onwards...

The picture above is of my little brother and me on All Hallows Eve, I know we might be a bit old to go trick or treating but the child in both of us still prevails over common sence. My little brother was meant to be Darth Mall (not sure on spelling), yet Tim's light-hearted personality shone though the thick layers of face paint reveling Darth Mall in his youth.

Two Posts...in one day? How could I?

The Answer...very easily. Watch the words forming in front of your eyes, amazing isn't it. You could question how these letters and words formed on a screen in the first place, and how thousands of screens all over the world can look at the same information at the same time. Though, people tend not to think too deeply about these things, all we know is that it works and if it doesn't then we assume that a swift kick and a lecture will solve the problem at once. So they throw away the manual..."the manual. HA! I know it all." An hour later the computer has exploded in the corner and the owner is nursing a very sore foot. My old Windows Millennium used to do a wonderful thing when anyone insulted it. It would crash. Leaving us with one option...which was to make the computer a cup of tea and tell it that it was a wonderful person.

My younger brother does tend to treat the computer we have now which so much love and attention, that we sometimes mistake the computer for a strange animal that will curl up on your lap in front of the fire. Every single time the computer has needed some maintenance work Tim will visit the computer shop as if he is going to see a relative who has fallen ill.

Juggling is going well, though i am still dropping my balls spectacularly. If you will pardon the expression.

In fact, they call me now....see you around.

Making friends

Appoligies for the blurriness, any tips on how to fix this problem will be well recived.

A wasted morning

Alas, my morning off was spent staring at a screen like a zombie addicted to led light. Just trying to work out a few simple things on the computer, which frustratingly failed to work, has taken up about 5 hours of my life. "why are you not outside?" I hear you ask, the returning question is "Have you SEEN the weather?". The wind is howling, the ferry is not sailing and all the inhabitants of the Isle of Lewis are panic shopping for food. Look out for this little detail next time you visit the island-there is always a lost bag of frozen food or stack of long-keeping food in the very back of the cupboard or freezer. This seems a little strange, as after living here for 8 years teaches you that the shops will always keep a stock to maintain everyone on this bit of rock for at least a month or two. I'm still waiting to see a Lewis storm that lasts for 2 months.

I think by that point even the grass will have blown away.

So, Friday in school. A double dose of listening to the Latin/Classics teacher go on about the "curriculum of excellence". She says that it is just "allowing more stupid people into the education system", and that the new system's philosophy "It is not the content, but the process" is ridiculous. So she spent half the lesson defending her lack of talent in the realm of teaching, and destroying her point completely as she has wasted a lesson on teaching us nothing but her own opinions and nothing on the subject of the lesson. It is on the same lines of talking about a book and then breaking off in min-flow to tell people what you did on a Monday evening 4 years ago, which has no relevance to your point. For us more down-to-earth people this translates as "I am a rubbish teacher! Pay me more".

To keep owr own opinions to ourselves Tim and I spent the whole lesson queitly learning and reading about the Leagal system of ancient Greece and attemping telipathic communication, while the teacher gave us looks of disgust and atemped to insult us in an indireact manner. Yes, the insults cut deep into our hearts, but there is nothing comedy does not fix. Our burst of analisis of what she was really saying and laughter as we left her class achived an effect...perhaps not the desirered one.

We shall see on Wednesday.

Love

The rain is heavy...the walk home is long.

So...a new start. Oh what roads might this go down? Hopefully the one lit with candles and glowing red roses, and the grass is soft. Urging your feet to go on past the bubbling stream and so on and so forth. With some luck i will have some form of comic/anime/photos uploaded soon, that is when i have worked out all the shiny buttons and the exact location of the big red one with "DESTROY" etched into the surface. Perhaps with some kind of blade or compass spike.

Today, alas, today was the start of a brand new sparkly term as all the school kids will know. Some greated the new start in various ways, the individual I sit near decided to be Sauron's equvilant and bid his good friends with a low growl and a bag in the face. I know surviving till 6th year is a bit of a boost to the ego, but this guy just takes it too far. Maybe all he needs is a high dose of sugar in his coffee and to see the sun sometime, and perhaps a hug.

Today marks my 2nd week of learning to knit, in a slightly over ambisios project-trying to make a blanket for my bed and travelle. so far i have squares. Lots of squares. I'm also moving onto juggling after a year of contact juggling, which has been alot of fun...though those who know me remember those first few steps. The reactions never cease to amuse me, some run for cover, some tense up in expeactation of the ball being dropped, teachers become hypnotized and there is always one who remarks "How are you doing that?" or "That's not right".

Still in school? i hear you say...in a metaphorical sence. Yes, I took an extra year of school, though the reson is beyond me now. So far the top ten comments are as follows 1)Said by the Rector/headmaster concering the fact that the end of my coat touches my feet "Your coat is too long to be a part of your school uniform" 2) "If you were a real eighteen year old..." 3) "Imagine what she could do with two balls"

Untill next time...i shall be trying to knit a scarf with a Kula Shaker theme.