Archive for the 'Caley' Category

I think the title says it all, but allow me to elaborate: I had a brilliant Friday night. After an extremely wet day at school, I had wet shoes. I was also shattered and wanted nothing more than to go to bed, but I also wanted to go to Thame Fair with Caley and company, so I went to town a little slower than previously expected.

I had been hoping to get a lift with Luke into town, but after he had an incident with his car and a sign in Tesco car park, we ended up walking. Five wet minutes later and I was there in town, with Caley, Ki-ki and Tasha, and we went to McDonalds for food and then smokes. Then we went to the bus station to get the bus and for smokes. Then we went to Thame and spent ages trying to find Woolworths where Vicki was. Then we had a smoke, and walked to Vicki’s seeing as we couldn’t find her and had no idea where Woolworths was.

Then Vicki’s mum gave us a lift to Thame and all was good. And my brains were forced out of my nose by the centripetal force of one of the rides we were on. And it was a good night.

Sorry about the serious lack of an interesting blog, I’m too tired to bother.

Also known as the Daddy-Long-Legs, the cranefly is one of the most ridiculously stupid creatures that somehow managed to evolve on this planet. With long gangly legs that fall off in a strong wind, and about 6 brain cells together, they have annoyed the shite out of me for the past week. Starting from midnight, I’ve got killing them down to a fine art - last night alone I killed 15 and put them in my bin. I honestly don’t know what purpose they serve. All they seem to do is flap about, lay eggs and die, and in the meantime have an incredible attraction to the light from my computer screen.

In other news, my computer lives again! Turns out the power supply didn’t blow up as such, just the fuse in the plug, but the voltage surge which caused that blew up my motherboard instead, so unfortunately I had to replace it. Having said that, I now have a much better one.

School is stressing me out, despite having 14 free periods a week, and somehow even when I have work to do, I’m bored out of mind. The new head of sixth form, Mr. Lehec (French name apparently) has decided to actually enforce the hair rule at our school - if it’s shoulder length or longer, cut it or tie it back. So for the past week I’ve had no choice but to tie it back, and be called both a girl and a faggot, only adding to my belief that I’m a fat lesbian stuck in the body of a skinny guy. Still, my parents started enforcing their own rules yesterday too, and I was forced to get my hair cut. It’s not much shorter, just somehow it looks terrible so I’m being forced to tie it back still so that it doesn’t fluff out too much.

As of today, me and Caley have been together for 10 months, which makes this my longest and best relationship I’ve ever had, and I’m quite proud of myself for not shagging it up yet. I’m going to town with her, her hoes and her dad tonight, which should be fun.

Right now I’m sitting in the computer block at school on the shiny new XP machines, which so far we’ve managed to run Half-Life 2 and also Counter-Strike 1.6 on - although network play doesn’t work too well yet. We’ll get there. In 8 minutes time I have a computer science lesson, in which we’ll spend some more time learning about recursion, and I’ll get shit bored and try to finish my towers of Hanoi program. I’m so bored.

I’ve been incredibly neglectful to my blog in the past few weeks - in actual fact it’s been over a month since I wrote anything here, other than to whinge about spam bots. The more observant of you will doubtless have noticed that this post was written in the small hours of a Sunday morning, and I think once again I’ve managed to reset my body clock. Perhaps that, or I’m just going funny in the head. Either way, I’m awake and I don’t like it.

In the last 3 weeks I went on my summer university open day visits (unfortunately limited to 3 by my school), and I’ve changed my opinions on where I want to study quite a lot. Originally I had my heart set on Bristol, a city I consider my hometown, as I spent my first few months of life there, and whenever I’ve visited it, it’s always had a certain charm that other places don’t. Still, I wasn’t very impressed by the university - perhaps my standards had been set high by visiting Imperial the previous week, at which I felt quite at home. Cambridge wasn’t originally on my list, but a look around the city as well as a tour of the computer science department has put it up to my number 1 preference, albeit aiming quite high.

A bit later today I’ll be heading over to Farrar’s for a band practice, as Battle Of The Bands ‘06 will be taking place next Friday, and as usual we haven’t done anywhere near the amount of rehearsal that we should. Still, everything will be fine as usual. Tomorrow, Max and the rest of the Germans are arriving at school around 9am, so with any luck I’ll be able to skip Physics first thing and have a fairly easy day. The Germans will be heading into town to do some lame quiz, and I’m sure that I and Dodge will follow them there in our free periods.

It’s pretty silly really, the number of free periods people have. Some subjects now only have 1 coursework lesson a week, others none at all until next term. Unfortunately, the subjects I’m taking have every single lesson still. I’m rather tempted just to drop German now, as I won’t be carrying it on to A2 - I’m asking myself if it’s even really worth it as there’s only 2 weeks of term left. I envy Dodge in a way because on a Monday he only has 2 lessons in the afternoon, and he’s too poor to get a public bus into school for those. Instead he takes the usual school bus in the morning and bums around school for hours on end.

On Friday I met Caley’s friend Hali, who is pretty cool, and one of the few openly gay people (who aren’t claiming to be for the sake of attention) I’ve ever met. I ended up buying her a Nintendo DS Lite in a rare moment of generosity, and then came home before going out with Lloyd, Jim and Robyn. We had fun, beer and golden syrup cake.

In hindsight, I have an unhealthy amount of meaningless stock photography on this page. Oh well, it looks nice.