memory lane
Jun. 18th, 2007 12:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
steffishYesterday I attempted to make a start on my "eh, I'll do it in the holidays" list that's been building up for a couple of months by tidying my cupboard. Well, nothing much has been thrown away, but the memories are always fun (it's why what should be an hour's task takes me a whole day)
~ Stories Nic and I wrote on the typewriter at Grandma and Grandad's for something to do... literary classics with lines like "snort i noticed u nticin me so i came over to anollage u to say i saw u shakin u pony bum at me snort" and "the depressed girl walked into town feeling sad that the only 'person' who would hit on her was a high donkey". I really want some more of whatever crack we were on.
~ The cast list from Cinderella when I used to go to Starmakers... people on there who I didn't know at the time but looking at it now I'm like "wtf? they did drama with me?". Several Dio girls, a chick who writes for Nexus, brat I babysat, and some others.
~ Really back in the day, Belinda. "she says me and Jenni are the main suspects for the problem". God I wish I'd written more back then (I was like 9? 10?) because I don't even remember what that feud was about except that it was utterly heartfelt (her: "my mum says you're a bitch and she's right") (wow, thinking on it I don't think I was quite so socially retarded when I was younger... maybe incidents like this "ex-best-friend turned utter cow" helped turn me into my paranoid distrustful emotionally distant self! can't believe I only now got that.)
~ Old Japanese exams make me feel smart:
WHY the FUCK did I stop studying that?!
~ My book of doom from 7th form. This is never getting thrown out. This book is an absolute snapshot of my life in 7th form. There's a diary of our Australia trip. My Japanese speech written out from memory just coz I was bored. Random calculus. Notes from philosophy. Religious musings. Doodles. Essays on Othello. Fanart. And an 'as it happened' diary full of even more emo than this lj at the time, which is fairly impressive. Oh, and records of texts with Barlow: the only couple of months I ever used more than my 500. (god, is it any surprise I'm 'a bit' romantically retarded when the only flirtation I've ever really engaged in involved endearments such as "dark mistress of the realm"?)(don't even ask. Good fucking times though).
On that note, does anyone (Erin, Ruth?) know what Barlow's up to these days? We all know I'm useless at keeping in touch with people, especially with such a weird history to deal with.
~ ... and during the day I get progressively more ridiculous looking as I find and put on gloves, Minnie Mouse ears, and my super-huge Ravenclaw scarf:
this pic has too much geekery to fit in an arm-length myspace pic, so you get the bathroom mirror myspace pic XD
~ Stories Nic and I wrote on the typewriter at Grandma and Grandad's for something to do... literary classics with lines like "snort i noticed u nticin me so i came over to anollage u to say i saw u shakin u pony bum at me snort" and "the depressed girl walked into town feeling sad that the only 'person' who would hit on her was a high donkey". I really want some more of whatever crack we were on.
~ The cast list from Cinderella when I used to go to Starmakers... people on there who I didn't know at the time but looking at it now I'm like "wtf? they did drama with me?". Several Dio girls, a chick who writes for Nexus, brat I babysat, and some others.
~ Really back in the day, Belinda. "she says me and Jenni are the main suspects for the problem". God I wish I'd written more back then (I was like 9? 10?) because I don't even remember what that feud was about except that it was utterly heartfelt (her: "my mum says you're a bitch and she's right") (wow, thinking on it I don't think I was quite so socially retarded when I was younger... maybe incidents like this "ex-best-friend turned utter cow" helped turn me into my paranoid distrustful emotionally distant self! can't believe I only now got that.)
~ Old Japanese exams make me feel smart:
WHY the FUCK did I stop studying that?!
~ My book of doom from 7th form. This is never getting thrown out. This book is an absolute snapshot of my life in 7th form. There's a diary of our Australia trip. My Japanese speech written out from memory just coz I was bored. Random calculus. Notes from philosophy. Religious musings. Doodles. Essays on Othello. Fanart. And an 'as it happened' diary full of even more emo than this lj at the time, which is fairly impressive. Oh, and records of texts with Barlow: the only couple of months I ever used more than my 500. (god, is it any surprise I'm 'a bit' romantically retarded when the only flirtation I've ever really engaged in involved endearments such as "dark mistress of the realm"?)(don't even ask. Good fucking times though).
On that note, does anyone (Erin, Ruth?) know what Barlow's up to these days? We all know I'm useless at keeping in touch with people, especially with such a weird history to deal with.
~ ... and during the day I get progressively more ridiculous looking as I find and put on gloves, Minnie Mouse ears, and my super-huge Ravenclaw scarf:
this pic has too much geekery to fit in an arm-length myspace pic, so you get the bathroom mirror myspace pic XD
