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is it bedtime yeeeetttttt?
Mar. 19th, 2005 09:31 pm[ mood | 
sleepy ]
[ music | Radiohead - Kid A ]
Okay, I cannot be bothered so let's do a condensed version of my day...
6.30am: WAKE UP. Stab mobile for having an alarm that actually goes off when you tell it to, the audacity! Groan, a lot. Crawl onto computer to check things before I leave [I'm that dependant]. Get ready. Grab 4 CDs to choose from to play in the car [Manic Street Preachers - This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours, Manic Street Preachers - The Holy Bible, The Libertines - The Libertines, and a CD of random Lacuna Coil songs]
7.15am: Leave. Put up with the radio for about 15 minutes while various rappers and black women singers who all sound the same give me a headache. Hand mum This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours album and make her put it on. Headache disappears. Half-sleep listening to album.
Sometime around 9am or something: Get to my aunt and uncle's house [their house is two roads away from the one my parents are buying]. Put up with their sense of humour for the next 4 hours, which is funny but also kind of rough and blunt. Wander round the market, see the usual fake labels and smelly food.
1pm: Go to see the house. Get attacked by two tiny rat-like chi... Sounds like cheee-wow-wa, totally can't spell it, but those dogs. Look around, decide the house is tiny but the conservatory is so bright and I want my computer in there [which won't happen but oh well my room is just above it at least], and the raised decking in the garden with a gate on it is adorable. Play with the couple's baby for the next hour while my parents talk to the owners. Have a conversation that goes like this:
Guy who owns house: You know I have a 17 year old niece who looks like you.
Me: *grins* I'm seventeen.
Guy: Really?
Me: Yeah, I'm eighteen in June actually.
Guy: I thought you were about 13!
Me: *stares*
And then the rest of the afternoon everyone tells me it's a good thing to look young, and that it's a Harris thing [mum's side of the family]. Yes it's fine when you're OLD. Luckily I don't think there's much I'll actually want that I need to look eighteen for anyway, but dude I don't look THAT YOUNG! The guy exagerrated though, his niece's age changed to 15 or 16 and he said to his wife I looked 12 or 13. So he's just crazy. But the baby, Kerry, she was adorable. She loves cuddles [really she just wanted to be picked up out of the cot-thing she was in], and she played with the buttons on my jacket and my bag straps [apparently she loves bags] and we played peekaboo and she kept giving me her dummy so I kept waving it around so she couldn't reach it and she was laughing. She poked the bunnies on my top and tried to open my jacket and stick her head on my chest so I told her I don't do that to people I barely know. Of course she didn't understand but it amused me. My future room is her room at the moment, she's 18 months apparently. Doesn't talk yet though. I get on with other people's babies, yes, I'm just not having any! The guy says they've had people pull out on buying their house 8 times now, and that they want us to have the place, and even if our buyers fall through this time they'll wait for us [hopefully!]. And I noticed on their kitchen window ledge a piggy bank the same as one I have!
2pm: Go back to aunt and uncle's house for a little while to tell them how things went. My cousin Scott is back from Scouts and archery so I got up to see him and say hi. He shows me that he's bought a GC album [awwwww!] which is the most recent one I haven't even heard and tells me it's good, except the first track is "really weird". Find out my cousin Gavin's girlfriend of three years is pregnant, six WEEKS pregnant is all, and they've already had her in hospital worried they'd lose the baby and one of her ovaries [and other stuff I think, like she might not have been able to have kids at all] but it was fine after all. Gavin's 21, his girlfriend Nicola is 19 I think. But everyone's really happy about it. Doesn't concern me anyway, I don't think I've even met this chick, and if I have at some family thing I haven't spoken to her. But apparently they're really good with kids and so if they're that committed and everything and can afford it then fair play to them. I wish them well! I just always think it's so YOUNG to think about starting a family.
2.30pm: Go to see my nan and grandad! Get secretly teary because I haven't seen them for so long and always miss them so much. I used to go down during the summer holidays for two weeks at least every year. And during other holidays too sometimes. Nan shows me this coat [some designer label and a one-off, fur-lined and ribbon edged] and tells me she feels like it's too young for her and grandad convinced her to buy it and she regrets it, and asks if I want it. Fits me nicely enough, and the ribbon around the edge is really quirky and cool [mum says "oh that's so YOU!"] and you can't see it too well in the picture, but yeah I have a new very pink coat! Nan plays some new things she's learnt on the piano for us, shows us these new figurines she's bought [FOUR of them] and points out this special Bridal one, only 1000 were ever made. Tells me if I ever get married it's for me. And it's always IF never WHEN, which is good! I'm the only grandchild my nan really ever sees so I definitely get spoilt! Have to sit through a big 'deabte' over politics and house prices and etc between my mum and nan, try not to fall asleep, try to be aware of what's going on, but fail.
5.30pm: Leave. Try not to cryyyy. [Will be so glad when we move down there and I can see my nan and grandad all the time]. Nan gives us easter cards and says it's a hint to send her one. The Libertines album which managed about two tracks before we got to my aunt and uncle's house in the morning continues for a couple more songs til my mum tells me she doesn't like it and makes me take it back! [I do torture them with my music on long car rides ;)] Fall asleep for real in the car this time.
7.30pm: Wake up just as we're almost home, have to lend mum the money to buy us all kebabs for dinner. Get home, eat. Come online [whooo!]. 30 emails, 28 of which are spam. Fun.
Yes that's CONDENSED. Or not, I do like to ramble. But I forget stuff so you know!
[ music | Radiohead - Kid A ]
Okay, I cannot be bothered so let's do a condensed version of my day...
6.30am: WAKE UP. Stab mobile for having an alarm that actually goes off when you tell it to, the audacity! Groan, a lot. Crawl onto computer to check things before I leave [I'm that dependant]. Get ready. Grab 4 CDs to choose from to play in the car [Manic Street Preachers - This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours, Manic Street Preachers - The Holy Bible, The Libertines - The Libertines, and a CD of random Lacuna Coil songs]
7.15am: Leave. Put up with the radio for about 15 minutes while various rappers and black women singers who all sound the same give me a headache. Hand mum This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours album and make her put it on. Headache disappears. Half-sleep listening to album.
Sometime around 9am or something: Get to my aunt and uncle's house [their house is two roads away from the one my parents are buying]. Put up with their sense of humour for the next 4 hours, which is funny but also kind of rough and blunt. Wander round the market, see the usual fake labels and smelly food.
1pm: Go to see the house. Get attacked by two tiny rat-like chi... Sounds like cheee-wow-wa, totally can't spell it, but those dogs. Look around, decide the house is tiny but the conservatory is so bright and I want my computer in there [which won't happen but oh well my room is just above it at least], and the raised decking in the garden with a gate on it is adorable. Play with the couple's baby for the next hour while my parents talk to the owners. Have a conversation that goes like this:
Guy who owns house: You know I have a 17 year old niece who looks like you.
Me: *grins* I'm seventeen.
Guy: Really?
Me: Yeah, I'm eighteen in June actually.
Guy: I thought you were about 13!
Me: *stares*
And then the rest of the afternoon everyone tells me it's a good thing to look young, and that it's a Harris thing [mum's side of the family]. Yes it's fine when you're OLD. Luckily I don't think there's much I'll actually want that I need to look eighteen for anyway, but dude I don't look THAT YOUNG! The guy exagerrated though, his niece's age changed to 15 or 16 and he said to his wife I looked 12 or 13. So he's just crazy. But the baby, Kerry, she was adorable. She loves cuddles [really she just wanted to be picked up out of the cot-thing she was in], and she played with the buttons on my jacket and my bag straps [apparently she loves bags] and we played peekaboo and she kept giving me her dummy so I kept waving it around so she couldn't reach it and she was laughing. She poked the bunnies on my top and tried to open my jacket and stick her head on my chest so I told her I don't do that to people I barely know. Of course she didn't understand but it amused me. My future room is her room at the moment, she's 18 months apparently. Doesn't talk yet though. I get on with other people's babies, yes, I'm just not having any! The guy says they've had people pull out on buying their house 8 times now, and that they want us to have the place, and even if our buyers fall through this time they'll wait for us [hopefully!]. And I noticed on their kitchen window ledge a piggy bank the same as one I have!
2pm: Go back to aunt and uncle's house for a little while to tell them how things went. My cousin Scott is back from Scouts and archery so I got up to see him and say hi. He shows me that he's bought a GC album [awwwww!] which is the most recent one I haven't even heard and tells me it's good, except the first track is "really weird". Find out my cousin Gavin's girlfriend of three years is pregnant, six WEEKS pregnant is all, and they've already had her in hospital worried they'd lose the baby and one of her ovaries [and other stuff I think, like she might not have been able to have kids at all] but it was fine after all. Gavin's 21, his girlfriend Nicola is 19 I think. But everyone's really happy about it. Doesn't concern me anyway, I don't think I've even met this chick, and if I have at some family thing I haven't spoken to her. But apparently they're really good with kids and so if they're that committed and everything and can afford it then fair play to them. I wish them well! I just always think it's so YOUNG to think about starting a family.
2.30pm: Go to see my nan and grandad! Get secretly teary because I haven't seen them for so long and always miss them so much. I used to go down during the summer holidays for two weeks at least every year. And during other holidays too sometimes. Nan shows me this coat [some designer label and a one-off, fur-lined and ribbon edged] and tells me she feels like it's too young for her and grandad convinced her to buy it and she regrets it, and asks if I want it. Fits me nicely enough, and the ribbon around the edge is really quirky and cool [mum says "oh that's so YOU!"] and you can't see it too well in the picture, but yeah I have a new very pink coat! Nan plays some new things she's learnt on the piano for us, shows us these new figurines she's bought [FOUR of them] and points out this special Bridal one, only 1000 were ever made. Tells me if I ever get married it's for me. And it's always IF never WHEN, which is good! I'm the only grandchild my nan really ever sees so I definitely get spoilt! Have to sit through a big 'deabte' over politics and house prices and etc between my mum and nan, try not to fall asleep, try to be aware of what's going on, but fail.
5.30pm: Leave. Try not to cryyyy. [Will be so glad when we move down there and I can see my nan and grandad all the time]. Nan gives us easter cards and says it's a hint to send her one. The Libertines album which managed about two tracks before we got to my aunt and uncle's house in the morning continues for a couple more songs til my mum tells me she doesn't like it and makes me take it back! [I do torture them with my music on long car rides ;)] Fall asleep for real in the car this time.
7.30pm: Wake up just as we're almost home, have to lend mum the money to buy us all kebabs for dinner. Get home, eat. Come online [whooo!]. 30 emails, 28 of which are spam. Fun.
Yes that's CONDENSED. Or not, I do like to ramble. But I forget stuff so you know!