Consequences @ MindSay

I woke up at my usual 7:20 today.

I was worried that after disrupting my sleep patterns for two weeks, that it'd be difficult to wake up.

I'd been going to sleep between 4 and half 5 in the morning, and waking up between 12 and 3 in the afternoon - my body refuses to function properly without 9 hours of sleep.

I was actually really awake, but that was probably because it's Monday, and I'm always proper awake on Monday.

So I went to open my curtains - which is weird, because I never open my curtains on a morning.

So I got dressed, went and pissed, then cleaned my teeth, put my watch on, put my glasses on, sprayed on some perfume, got my rucksack, brushed my hair and went downstairs.

I left the house at about 7:35, so I went to call for Miraan.

I hadn't seen him for two weeks, so I was looking forward to seeing his darling nose again.

But, I didn't get to.

I sat on their sofa, talking to Zamia for about 10 minutes, then Miraan shouted from the kitchen, saying he didn't feel well at all.

Apparently, he woke his mam up by shouting "Mam I've been sick on the kitchen floor..." at about quarter past 7.

So I went and called for Kyle without him.

On the way, I heard this bird on a rooftop - and its cry sounded like an old woman's nasal laugh. I was stood there in the middle of the road thinking: "WTF WAS THAT..."

Then I realised it was a bird, and I blurted out: "OH MY WORD, IT WAS A BIRD."

Then I proper laughed for ages.

So we walked up together - Kyle insisting we cross to the other side of the road, because there was a gang of three chavs behind us.

He admitted he was a shitty-arse, but I truthfully said I was a bit intimidated as well.

Then we walked past this little Yorkshire terrier, which was trotting up the side of the pavement.

It kept going dead close to the road - and Kyle kept swearing at it to get away from the double yellow lines, because he was proper worried about seeing it get ran over.

It was really funny - we got to the traffic lights, and the dog actually waited till the dude was on green before it went over. Kyle was getting in a right flap - so I couldn't really help but laugh. 

So I went up into school once Kyle had parted ways to carry on up Normanby Road - and I went up to the library.

Even at quarter past 8, when not everyone is there, it was proper noisy.

I went and sat down my aisle.

Then Jamie came and started bothering me.

I was too busy thinking about Emily, and holding conversations with her under my breath to listen to him much.

Then Sammie came, and I called her down.

She was upset, because her grandad had died in hospital during the Easter holidays.

She showed me a picture of him on his deathbed that she had on her laptop.

A really distressing sight too - he looked like a really kind old man.

So I held Sammie in my arms whilst she cried on me.

A lot of her family have been dying recently, so I've held her in my arms a few times and let her cry on me.

Once she'd composed herself, she wanted to see my artwork folder.

So I let her - and she cracked up laughing at the commentary around the Hybrid Angst picture.

Tell me, what is so funny about "Go and fucking kill yourselves."?

Either way, Sammie laughs at marzipan, so. :)

But then, we both do. :D

After the bell went, I went down to tutor.

I had Millie The Moose in my rucksack - and I'd been hugging her and inhaling her scent down the aisle.

So I went into the drama studio - which is our tutor room, because our tutor is head of drama.

And I kid you not - the whole room smelt like Emily.

Well, the scent that is absorbed into Millie's fur.

The really warm and musty sort of friendly smell - which I reckon Emily has upon her - and the whole drama studio smelt of it.

I whispered to myself: "Oh my word, it smells like Emily in here." - then I laughed.

I found a bottle of fabric freshener on the side, and I was playing with the nozzle.

Then sir took it off me, saying he'd rather it didn't fall into the hands of a year seven, or summat.

Textiles was first - and I was not arsed at all.

I was sat on the back bench with a wad of lined paper, writing down ideas for TFATH.

Then Wilson came over, and said I need to do more annotations in my sketchbook. Saying I need to write down more thoughts and feelings.

I was so annoyed at what she was moaning on about, I just growled at her: "What, that I fucking hate doing it?"

So she asked to see me in the office...

I sighed, either knowing I was in trouble, in for a lecture, or in for a heartfelt talk.

None of which I wanted - because I can't stand the woman.

She asked me if I thought I needed to see Parry.

I said I didn't want to.

Then she started asking me stupid questions.

Then she struck a nerve when she asked: "Is it that you've fallen out with a friend, or has someone left you...?"

For the first time in four days, I felt tears.

So I put my head against the cupboard door that I was sat against, and I just sobbed.

So she went down to get Parry - who took me down to her office and talked with me for two hours.

In effect, it was awesome, because I missed Textiles and Maths - but Parry's nice, as well as funny.

So she cheered me up slightly.

Only slightly though - nobody can make my worries go away...

So I sat through break and didn't speak.

Didn't say a great deal in Science - just lent Becca a pencil, gave sir my coursework, and copied down some diagrams of analogue and digital signals with Nazia.

Then it was lunch - so I went back to the library and sat at a table with Claire and Sammie.

I showed Claire my artwork folder - she liked all of the new additions that I'd done over the holidays.

Then I played a round of Consequences with Sammie and Jamie.

They weren't as funny as they usually are - but we still had a bit of a giggle at them, I suppose.

Fourth lesson was English, and all we were doing was revising the short stories in the anthologies.

I had some blu tack in my pencil case - and a permanent marker - so I was colouring it in, and making it darker.

I was trying to make black tack, but it ended up as navy blu tack.

It still looks fun though.

Fifth lesson was Geography - and after Stephen and Naomi insulting me, calling me small - just because I'm the smallest in our class of eight - we just sat and wrote down stuff about managing deforestation, and I was falling asleep, because my sleep patterns were so wrecked.

I went back up to the library after school and sat with Claire.

She was sniffing her make-up bag.

So we spent about 20 minutes sampling the smells of Claire's eyeshadow, mascara, foundation, lip gloss, and all that other shite.

There was a lip gloss that proper smelt like vanilla - so I asked if I could taste it.

Claire said no, but I started licking it. It was quite nice.

Then she took it off me, a bit forcefully, and wiped it on my sleeve. :)

Then she found some mascara that smelt like cakes.

So I sucked on the stick - without licking the end that touches your eyelashes.

Yes, it may have smelt like cake, but it tasted like VOMIT.

So I was borking like hell, and Claire just laughed at me - the evil cow. :) 

Miraan wasn't there, so I didn't want to walk home by myself.

Claire was walking home instead of getting the bus, and I usually walk to the bus stop with her - but I walked the opposite way with her, saying I'd go and see my nana, seeing as how I'd not seen her on Sunday.

So I got there, went to give grandad a hug - who was playing Solitaire on nana's laptop.

Then I went in the living room and sat down with nana - talked with her for a bit.

She made some lemon chicken and egg fried rice with salad for tea - and it was really nice.

Considering I've never had egg fried rice before, it was reasonable. :)

We sat and watched Keeping Up Appearances - actually on telly this time - which I was thrilled about.

It was the Skiis episode, which I've seen a few times on YouTube, but I still laughed along with them both.

All three of us are big fans of the 90's comedy sitcoms.

Then we watched Last Of The Summer Wine - which is this proper old comedy programme about these three weird old blokes who live out in the country.

They've all got funny names - Compo, Cleggy and Foggy.

Both KUA and LOTSW were written by Roy Clarke - so if one's good, the other is bound to be, being made by the same director. :)

Nana let me have some strawberry mini rolls and some biscuits with milk.

I found four Oreos in the bottom of her biscuit tin - so I had those with some mini cookies and chocolate digestives.

Mam and Dad came and got me - after I'd been falling asleep on nana's sofa.

So I came back here, and slammed on some Maximum The Hormone and set my wi-fi up.

Then I played 2 and  half hours of Guitar Hero III.

I had some matches with Emily, and a round with Adam - along with a couple of randomers.

Then I made my mam play a few songs.

She's not great, but it's really funny to watch. :)

How quickly life can take a turn,

And, like a snowball rolls,

Assume a course of some concern,

Toward undetermined goals.

One insignificant decision made,

An innocent inquiry,

And momumental hopes cascade

Down slopes dark and firey.

Imagination's a wondrous thing;

It can capture an illusive dream.

Funny, though, we seldom sing

Of the road to the dream's regime.

From mountaintop to mountaintop,

The view is grand, it's true.

But in between the peaks, a drop,

Only Faith can get us through.

How quickly life can take a turn,

And, like a snowball rolls,

Assume a course of some concern,

Toward undetermined goals.

One insignificant decision made,

An innocent inquiry,

And momumental hopes cascade

Down slopes dark and firey.

Imagination's a wondrous thing;

It can capture an illusive dream.

Funny, though, we seldom sing

Of the road to dream's regime.

From mountaintop to mountaintop,

The view is grand, it's true.

But in between the peaks, a drop,

Only Faith can get us through.

~ B