Hello fellow LJ-ers. How are you all? Wanna know how I am?
Fell asleep at 5am. I went to bed at 2, but I just couldn't sleep, so I managed to re-read all of The Hole by Guy Burt. It's a good book, but it's one of the rare occasions I prefer the film [and not just because Geoffrey is the coolest person ever in the film.]
I need to get some books for holiday next week. Toni and Jennie don't come over until the week after, so I need something to occupy my time. I've got dad's Perfect Victim, but that's really disturbing, especially since it's a true story. [For those who care, it's the story of that girl in America who got kidnapped and forced to live in a box. It's awful.] I suppose I could give Lord Of The Rings another go. I got through half of The Fellowship Of The Ring before giving up [this was two years ago], but I've grown up a lot more now, I think I can handle it. Perhaps it would help if I bothered to read The Hobbit first. I don't know why I suddenly want to go back to Lord Of The Rings, I blame Lost for having Merry in it.
Dad's not coming book shopping with me! It's our tradition! We do it every year before a holiday! He said the only time he can do it is at the airport. Manchester Airport has a Waterstones, doesn't it?
Anyway, I digress. So as I was saying, because I couldn't sleep, I read The Hole and then finally entered the Land of Nod at 5am. Then what time did I get up?
6.30am. Dad came in my room to tell us they were leaving. Mum and Dad have gone away for their Silver Wedding anniversary to Edinburgh for the weekend with their friends. He also reminded me that I couldn't go back to sleep because the builders were coming at 9 and I had to get ready. Fuck. Bloody builders. I get to spend another day listening to them sing Flash Gordon at the top of their lungs and whistling while they pee. I'm rather worried for the sanity of Oldham builders. In fact, I'm just rather worried for the sanity of most people in Oldham! [Speaking of which, one of the crazy people escaped from the mental home at the top of the bridle path again. She sang to my neighbour's flowers.] So I got ready, watching new Boosh on the BBC website because I wanted to hear the soup song. Not as good as the Nanageddon song, but that's probably just because that sounded like 80's Matchbox B-Line Disaster. I have an odd attraction to the singer, which spawned from an episode of Never Mind The Buzzcocks. Oh great, next it's gonna be Bill Bailey. Though he is cool. Builders got here about 9.10, and Toni came home from work around 2 minutes after. She made some breakfast, and I wasn't allowed to leave the kitchen because she didn't want to be alone with the builders downstairs [though she found it perfectly fine to leave me alone with them washing up.] So we had Duck butties and beans. Oh my Morrissey. The builders have never heard of Savoury Duck! That's appauling! EVERYONE in Oldham knows what savoury duck is! Especially builders! It's the favourite food of all the caretaking/cleaning/building staff up at Counthill School [and I know, Dad's their boss. They always try and steal his duck butties, but we got them back with our left over exploding cigarettes from our last holiday.] The builders stared in awe as Toni cooked the savoury duck. I was like "Aren't you supposed to be building us a ceiling?" and all they could reply with was "So it's called duck, but it's made out of sausage meat and stuffing? That's madness! Oh my god, it looks like salami! Wow!" See what I mean about worrying for the sanity of Oldhamers? Toni made me eat the breakfast in the very tiny kitchen, as she didn't want the builders to see that we were eating microwave beans as it "looks messy." We're two teenage girls living on our own for the weekend! What do they expect? Caviar? [Not that I'd eat that anyway.]
Oh fuck! I've left the straighteners on! I've left them on for bloody 2 hours! Shite!
Tonight I'm staying at Grandma's, so Toni gets the house to herself. We're going to the Con Club with Auntie Maureen, so I get to sit there for hours and watch them play bingo! I can't even join in, coz last time I tagged along I won £33 and the old ladies complained that I was taking their money. What? I payed for the ticket, why can't I play? Anyway, I just get to sit there in the pub and watch. Woohoo. I'll take along the MP3 player I think. Maybe Patrick and Ben will be in again.
Tomorrow I get to stay at home though. Probably watch something with Toni. May be able to trick her into watching a film that I like. Last week I told her Donnie Darko was a love story. But she didn't seem to mind, as Donnie Darko plays cool music [we squealed when Joy Division came on, even though I've seen it about 50 times and knew Joy Division were going to come on.] Maybe I can convince her that Ginger Snaps is a comedy, rather than a film about werewolves and periods. Even though it is pretty funny!
Yes I am aware this entry is insanely long and boring, but I can't leave the house or even go downstairs because of the builders, so I have nothing else to do.
I also have Jaffa Cakes! Bye.