Bowling
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So, Selenium has been and gone. We had some pretty fun times- on Thursday afternoon we got the bus home. We walked round Trogslight for a while and got some stamps so she could send letters home then went to the sea front. I guess I don't really appreciate where I live that much, but looking at it through someone else's eyes kind of made me realise that my home is almost a beautiful place. It was a cold day. There was this large expanse of sky. It was smokey-white, like a blank piece of paper. It stretched down to the sea, this infinite, rolling grey thing. We walked along the pier, not talking much but I enjoyed her company. We talked a little about Normandy, where she's from and then went home, getting slush on the way (it was literally all she wanted to drink for the next few days). I made lots of tea for her. A lot.
On Saturday we went bowling (it was my first time and I lost both games) with Uranium and her exchange student. It was pretty fun, Uranium's exchange student... let's call her Molybdenum... was very energetic. I liked her although, she told me what "dick" was in French and I told her what "ass" meant (she already knew the definition of "dick", she and Selenium starting shouting it outside the bowling alley. It was mortifying. Me and Uranium kept going shhh but they didn't take any notice). When we were picking our bowling usernames for the screens, I put "Shrek". Fun times.
The next day, we had to get up at 5am so we could drive her to the port. We got there at 7am and waited around for a while. Nitrogen showed up, I only saw him very briefly. He'd had a haircut and literally a second after I saw him, I got a text from Uranium saying "lol, hv u seen Nitrogen's new hair?". I looked for Uranium but couldn't see her in the sea of people. I looked at Nitrogen a few times- he didn't notice me. That's lucky I guess because if he acknowledged my existence, I would probably have done something utterly embarrassing.
Also, my new bed has arrived, I really like it although the black metal frame doesn't look right with orange, stripy walls. I'll have to wait until summer or next year to get it painted. We're struggling at the moment. I can't do piano lessons anymore but that's okay. Luckily, I don't have to give up drama.
Today was average. Uranium wasn't in because she had diarrhoea and Plutonium's parrot flew onto the top of her shed and can't get down because he can't fly very well. Plutonium was v. upset but I kind of feel sorry for the birds. She said that their cage was big but I'd hate to be a bird in a cage no matter how nice or big the cage was. It's kind of like Trogslight. There's a bus stop down the road from me but the bus goes only as far as Hollowmead, a bigger town about a 30 minute drive away. Sometimes I wonder if I could just catch the bus to Hollowmead, and get another one from there. If I just kept taking busses, where would I end up?
I know how I've gone off topic but this is something I want to talk about. I've lived this town all my life. I was born here, then went to see my grandparents in Tunisia. We came back to England but my parents separated soon after so I went to live with my aunt and uncle for a while. After that, we spend a year and a half in a refuge. Then, at age three or four I came back here to Trogslight and have been here since. No one talks about how restricting living in a small town is. Actually, they do but I'm going to keep talking about it. You can't ever get lost. There's no opportunities here. The only thing that vaguely interests me here is Trogslight Musical Theatre Company which is comprised of old people and school kids who put on productions at the theatre by the beach. No one really understands how much I want to go to a city like Bristol or London. Tin wants to stay here on the farm or not far from it at least. I don't understand why. How can he not be exited by cities? How rhythmic and beautiful they are? Sometimes I get scared that I'm going to stay living with my mother in this sedated town for the rest of my life. That's a bit over dramatic. No, it's not that bad.
Sorry, I went off topic.
School! That's what I was talking about, I think. Well... I accidentally got 100% on a computing test. Now Mr R--- I MEAN errr----- Actinium thinks I'm some sort of computer genius... which I'm not. I can't actually code. The test was just easy because I listen in class. But, I finished the test early so I finished some paragraphs comparing war poetry for English. I pressed the x and then I suddenly lost control of the mouse. I tried to regain control but realised it was pointless because Mr Actium was doing something on my account. I watched as he went into documents and opened the "English" folder then found a document called "comparative PEARL paragraphs". He opened it up and read it. After about three minutes he wrote something at the bottom of my document "cheery" he put at the bottom. I replied (in text) It's war poetry, then deleted it. "Well done, good work" he typed. Even though I knew who it was, it was slightly disconcerting that someone else was controlling my computer. If that wasn't in school and I didn't know it was him then I'd probably scream and throw a rock at the computer. I also wanted to point out that he was my Computing teacher, not my English one but didn't. "Excellent score on the test too" he put. "Thanks" I replied.
So that happened.
Okay, I'm going to finish this and post tomorrow because, holy shit I'm tired, it's quite late and I want to get in some reading and revision in before bed. Okay, bye for now. x
Okay... it's been four days. I think. Apologies for not posting recently, but I've had end of year exams in English, Maths and Science this week and have stayed up late trying to cram knowledge into my head. Probably why they call it cramming. But, in order to get an almost sufficient amount of sleep, I had to sacrifice blogging regular (ish) ly. But I'm sorry and promise (if I don't then throw virtual rocks at me or whatever) to post tomorrow.
So, Selenium has been and gone. We had some pretty fun times- on Thursday afternoon we got the bus home. We walked round Trogslight for a while and got some stamps so she could send letters home then went to the sea front. I guess I don't really appreciate where I live that much, but looking at it through someone else's eyes kind of made me realise that my home is almost a beautiful place. It was a cold day. There was this large expanse of sky. It was smokey-white, like a blank piece of paper. It stretched down to the sea, this infinite, rolling grey thing. We walked along the pier, not talking much but I enjoyed her company. We talked a little about Normandy, where she's from and then went home, getting slush on the way (it was literally all she wanted to drink for the next few days). I made lots of tea for her. A lot.
On Saturday we went bowling (it was my first time and I lost both games) with Uranium and her exchange student. It was pretty fun, Uranium's exchange student... let's call her Molybdenum... was very energetic. I liked her although, she told me what "dick" was in French and I told her what "ass" meant (she already knew the definition of "dick", she and Selenium starting shouting it outside the bowling alley. It was mortifying. Me and Uranium kept going shhh but they didn't take any notice). When we were picking our bowling usernames for the screens, I put "Shrek". Fun times.
The next day, we had to get up at 5am so we could drive her to the port. We got there at 7am and waited around for a while. Nitrogen showed up, I only saw him very briefly. He'd had a haircut and literally a second after I saw him, I got a text from Uranium saying "lol, hv u seen Nitrogen's new hair?". I looked for Uranium but couldn't see her in the sea of people. I looked at Nitrogen a few times- he didn't notice me. That's lucky I guess because if he acknowledged my existence, I would probably have done something utterly embarrassing.
Also, my new bed has arrived, I really like it although the black metal frame doesn't look right with orange, stripy walls. I'll have to wait until summer or next year to get it painted. We're struggling at the moment. I can't do piano lessons anymore but that's okay. Luckily, I don't have to give up drama.
Today was average. Uranium wasn't in because she had diarrhoea and Plutonium's parrot flew onto the top of her shed and can't get down because he can't fly very well. Plutonium was v. upset but I kind of feel sorry for the birds. She said that their cage was big but I'd hate to be a bird in a cage no matter how nice or big the cage was. It's kind of like Trogslight. There's a bus stop down the road from me but the bus goes only as far as Hollowmead, a bigger town about a 30 minute drive away. Sometimes I wonder if I could just catch the bus to Hollowmead, and get another one from there. If I just kept taking busses, where would I end up?
I know how I've gone off topic but this is something I want to talk about. I've lived this town all my life. I was born here, then went to see my grandparents in Tunisia. We came back to England but my parents separated soon after so I went to live with my aunt and uncle for a while. After that, we spend a year and a half in a refuge. Then, at age three or four I came back here to Trogslight and have been here since. No one talks about how restricting living in a small town is. Actually, they do but I'm going to keep talking about it. You can't ever get lost. There's no opportunities here. The only thing that vaguely interests me here is Trogslight Musical Theatre Company which is comprised of old people and school kids who put on productions at the theatre by the beach. No one really understands how much I want to go to a city like Bristol or London. Tin wants to stay here on the farm or not far from it at least. I don't understand why. How can he not be exited by cities? How rhythmic and beautiful they are? Sometimes I get scared that I'm going to stay living with my mother in this sedated town for the rest of my life. That's a bit over dramatic. No, it's not that bad.
Sorry, I went off topic.
School! That's what I was talking about, I think. Well... I accidentally got 100% on a computing test. Now Mr R--- I MEAN errr----- Actinium thinks I'm some sort of computer genius... which I'm not. I can't actually code. The test was just easy because I listen in class. But, I finished the test early so I finished some paragraphs comparing war poetry for English. I pressed the x and then I suddenly lost control of the mouse. I tried to regain control but realised it was pointless because Mr Actium was doing something on my account. I watched as he went into documents and opened the "English" folder then found a document called "comparative PEARL paragraphs". He opened it up and read it. After about three minutes he wrote something at the bottom of my document "cheery" he put at the bottom. I replied (in text) It's war poetry, then deleted it. "Well done, good work" he typed. Even though I knew who it was, it was slightly disconcerting that someone else was controlling my computer. If that wasn't in school and I didn't know it was him then I'd probably scream and throw a rock at the computer. I also wanted to point out that he was my Computing teacher, not my English one but didn't. "Excellent score on the test too" he put. "Thanks" I replied.
So that happened.
Okay, I'm going to finish this and post tomorrow because, holy shit I'm tired, it's quite late and I want to get in some reading and revision in before bed. Okay, bye for now. x
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Okay... it's been four days. I think. Apologies for not posting recently, but I've had end of year exams in English, Maths and Science this week and have stayed up late trying to cram knowledge into my head. Probably why they call it cramming. But, in order to get an almost sufficient amount of sleep, I had to sacrifice blogging regular (ish) ly. But I'm sorry and promise (if I don't then throw virtual rocks at me or whatever) to post tomorrow.
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