20somethingteen

Well good afternoon. Just finished (hopefully) garden work, one of the things I genuinely hate. Give me days and days of housework - fine, pulling up weeds with your fingernails and swatting flies from your face/eyes/mouth/nose/ears/hair. Not fun.

Royalty should be arriving in about an hour, yeesh. Successfully moved into the box room, full of everyone else’s stuff plus all the stuff I had to clear out of my wardrobe and so on. I only moved in 10 days ago, and I’m staying elsewhere all next week, and then moving out. I’ll be staying in this room a total of three nights and I just spent four hours clearing everything in here. Such a waste of time.

Insert time gap of about 8 hours.

Turns out I hadn’t finished all the gardening. I have now, but at a price. Anyways after a bit of annoyance I realised I should just get over how insanely irritating my mother and her accent becomes when relatives visit, and just lump it. So I pitched in and then they arrived. There’s something so wonderful about children that just makes you forget about everything, at least momentarily. And my nephew is so adorable, it makes you smile. He’s the kind of kid you can imagine growing up into a genuinely good person, and he always has a smile on his face and laughs when you laugh and looks curious when you don’t. Complete opposite of his sister who, don’t get me wrong, is great too, but is clearly jealous of the attention. Anyway we played ‘badminton’ (basically watching me neice repeatedly try and serve using the stick of the racquet) and tennis, and then hide and seek which pretty much just turns into my chasing them around the house making them shriek and giggle and run away :) having two staircases really makes children’s games fun.

So then we ate, overdid it a bit earlier on with the.. um.. oh god, I’m getting senile.. with whatever we had for lunch, so I had to compensate with lots of salad. But then I got the dreaded munchies and ended up pretty much eating the weight of a small cat in crackers. A cat made of lead.

Wish I was at Glastonbury at the moment. I keep seeing tweets about it and becoming envious. However, I think I’m the kind of person who prefers the idea of going to Glastonbury, or having already been to Glastonbury, over actually going. I’d love to see the bands that I like and all, but I just don’t think the camping/mud/smells/discomfort are for me really. Shame, but that’s just one thing I have to accept about myself instead of forcing something that isn’t to be. I’m going to Creamfields later in the summer though, so I guess we’ll find out then.

Been reading/subscribing/following to plenty of blogs today, trying to get myself ‘out there’ into the blogosphere and read what other people have to say. Found a couple of interesting ones. Never really got into the whole reading-about-someone-else’s-life before, but some can actually be very interesting. At first I was dubious as to the images these people have of themselves - surely it shows some kind of personality to think your own life interesting enough for others to read about? What makes you think it is? Then I remembered:

• Who cares, it’s the internet, there’s more boring shit out there.
• Maybe their lives actually are interesting, fair enough.
• I’m doing exactly the same thing.

So I internally shut up.

Seriously addicted to Alice and Kev also. As a player of the game, I think it’s amazing how the author has such patience to capture each individual shot. I wonder if he actually takes loads and then picks the best ones, or if he just has a really really good eye for it. Nonetheless it makes for gripping reading, and makes me want to play the game every time!

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Been redoing the ol’ HTML and CSS today. Decided that the previous theme was a bit too formal for my liking, and I disliked the lack of flexibility. I’m now running a (heavily) edited version of Futurismo, adding a couple of links at the top and a nifty music player at the bottom, which I thought was useful since each actual blog entry has an accompanying song. I also gave each blog entry a specific tag (guess what?) so I could style it appropriately, making it clear which were actual written entries to my blog and which were just random scribblings. Anyway, shutting up about geekiness now.

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But check out the music player, it’s pretty cool, just hit the button bottom left.

Hmmm anyways. Sitting here in the living room now with my pear cider. Asked my mom to get us some of the strawberry stuff for the barbecue tomorrow but they were all sold out apparently, bad times. So she got twenty bottles of the pear stuff, eurgh. I mean I like it and all but twenty bottles, jeez mom. It’s too muggy goddamnit! Apparently it’s supposed to rain like hell tomorrow. Such a shame, hope it gets it out of the way before the barbecue.

Didn’t really know what song to put with this one, thought I’d shake it up a bit since the others seem a bit beige - pretty on it’s own but pretty horrendous in large doses.

Think I’m gonna leave it at that.

‘Night fellow bloggers.

t.

Paloma Faith - Stone Cold Sober