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Jul. 13th, 2006 03:06 pmBecause karma is not so cruel as all that, today actually went okay and I left on time feeling guilt free, and I even got my first War Story, beginning with the phrase 'Well, in 1945 I transferred from Singapore to India'. Okay, it was a story about how he bought some of the books on WW1 he has in his room, but still. I AM ACCEPTED NOW YOU SEE.
Also, tomorrow I have six hours of work, and then I'm coming home to sleep, and then I am going out and spending MONEY WOT I HAVE EARNED on A MEAL. And it will be glorious. Overdraft? What overdraft? WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THAT.
I actually don't have very much to talk about, at the moment. I know that the world is blown to hell, and it frustrates me. There's the Mumbai bombings, which isn't getting nearly enough media coverage and I worry about. There's the fact that the people in charge of Israel appear to have gone collectively mad and that no one is willing to sit up and say "Hey! You! Stop bombing women and children!" There's the thing that really gets my goat, which is the stupidity of the British public; they'll complain so much about windfarms that we get nuclear power instead. oh yes, England's Green And Pleasant Land might well look a bit less green if there's lots of windfarms, but here's the thing - if a nucelar power plants explodes, it will look very green due to the RADIATION AND ALL. And I can't do a thing about it, so all I have to talk about is cleaning and stuff, but I can control that, so I talk about it, because I'm so utterly powerless to stop the bloodthirsty madmen who appear to be more in charge than ever before.
So I have to look to stuff I can control. Today, for me, is green and pleasant, and I'm glad. And I wish everyone else, whatever's going on in their lives, could feel it to. I would now get a bit Michael Jackson and try to hug the world, but, you know, no.
Also my sister remains a horrendous bitch and I'm getting twitchy because when I was 17, I couldn't get away with the crap she's pulling and being okayed for. She wandered in last night past her curfew and begged to be let out for later because, and I quote, "I really like this boy and I might stand a chance!" Dad, after her badgering him for ten minutes when he'd just walked in from work, okayed this.
Uh, yeah. My family are not of the good at the moment. I think I shall go out tonight for a few hours to escape the CRAZY PEOPLE.
~Hathy_Col~
Also, tomorrow I have six hours of work, and then I'm coming home to sleep, and then I am going out and spending MONEY WOT I HAVE EARNED on A MEAL. And it will be glorious. Overdraft? What overdraft? WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THAT.
I actually don't have very much to talk about, at the moment. I know that the world is blown to hell, and it frustrates me. There's the Mumbai bombings, which isn't getting nearly enough media coverage and I worry about. There's the fact that the people in charge of Israel appear to have gone collectively mad and that no one is willing to sit up and say "Hey! You! Stop bombing women and children!" There's the thing that really gets my goat, which is the stupidity of the British public; they'll complain so much about windfarms that we get nuclear power instead. oh yes, England's Green And Pleasant Land might well look a bit less green if there's lots of windfarms, but here's the thing - if a nucelar power plants explodes, it will look very green due to the RADIATION AND ALL. And I can't do a thing about it, so all I have to talk about is cleaning and stuff, but I can control that, so I talk about it, because I'm so utterly powerless to stop the bloodthirsty madmen who appear to be more in charge than ever before.
So I have to look to stuff I can control. Today, for me, is green and pleasant, and I'm glad. And I wish everyone else, whatever's going on in their lives, could feel it to. I would now get a bit Michael Jackson and try to hug the world, but, you know, no.
Also my sister remains a horrendous bitch and I'm getting twitchy because when I was 17, I couldn't get away with the crap she's pulling and being okayed for. She wandered in last night past her curfew and begged to be let out for later because, and I quote, "I really like this boy and I might stand a chance!" Dad, after her badgering him for ten minutes when he'd just walked in from work, okayed this.
Uh, yeah. My family are not of the good at the moment. I think I shall go out tonight for a few hours to escape the CRAZY PEOPLE.
~Hathy_Col~
