"Cats are pretty much tiny children though. I've spent the last half hour trying to get Winnie to stop throwing herself off the edge of things and poking at the computer; I turned my head for one second and she was munching away at a blueberry muffin, and then she fell asleep in one of the most awkward places ever...

...sprawled over the majority of my desk chair; I'm perched on the edge of it like an eejit. But i don't want to wake her by force, so I'm just playing Icelandic classical music somewhat loudly. That alone signifies that I am not cut out for parenting."

IM, this evening.

(Winnie's still asleep; the Sigur Ros continues.)

I'm listening to a song at the moment that makes it all sunny, for some reason. It's nice, because it's currently bucketing it down outside. It was lovely for a few days there. Oh well. I'm in the middle of my GCSEs, on study leave at the moment. In between re-reading 'Our Town' and 'Animal Farm' for the 3590th time (English Lit), I'm writing letters and listening to music. Korma sauce is lovely over vegetables, interestingly.

Probably going into Belfast or Lisburn tomorrow; I'd like to get an address book...probably just a plain one, will decorate it with all the ragged comic books I picked up from Oxfam a while back. I have too many peoples' addresses and numbers written on scraps of paper, or worse; just in my mobile's phone book. Dodgy stuff, because mobiles are irritatingly volatile...this old brick is holding out nicely, but I don't want to take the chance :)

I can't wait for summer...something tells me this summer's going to be different. I'm hopefully starting A Levels in September (that sounds so weird, I'm definitely not old enough!), and I left compulsory edumacation a week ago. Scary stuff. I hope I don't lose touch with everyone...I'm doing A Levels at the same school, so it shouldn't be that hard until I get to Uni. Fingers crossed. Although having said that, I don't think losing touch with people would be all bad. Probably the opposite.

I'm hoping to do some work experience, and then just getting the train to wherever's sunniest, or biking around town for the craic. I'm not sure if I have the money or the energy to leave NIreland, but travelling's always fun. There's summer schemes booked, Belfast Pride (...for the craic), Amnesty, and going on the hunt for Awesome.

I have exams to do first though. Ho hum.

Also, does anyone know a vegetarian alternative to prawn crackers? A vegetarian friend of mine is going crazy for them, but obviously the prawn-y bit of them is not-so-good.

"You mean there's prawns in prawn crackers?"
"Um, yeah. Unless...what prawn crackers have you been eating?"
"Uh, well, I thought it was just a name."
"No, I'm afraid not. Well done there."

My father announced to me that he thinks Colin Morgan has a touch of the gay about him...this would have been amusing had I not been in the middle of lunch. Cue much laughing-into-a-sandwich. Oh dear...oh well. Then, my mother added "Well, I don't know. My gaydar's a little wonky, you see."

"Um...mum? Straight people don't usually *have* gaydar, I think."

On a completely unrelated note I might chop my left foot off. It's been all...ooky, for want of a better word, for months...athlete's foot? Nooo... Nail infections, naah. I've been given tubes of Canesten and a 'good luck'. Remind me not to leave them on top of the cistern again, my brother was quite red faced. He's seen the adverts. ¬__¬

Episode 5 of Merlin tonight, and then maybe a bit of journalling, I got a new Moleskine yesterday :3 They're ridiculous wastes of money, but sooo pretty. I was going to wait until the first of January, but I saw no reason to do so other than convention. So that went promptly out the window.

Then, a Christmas tea par-tay on Monday at Emma's house, I believe. How civilised. Our oven is broken, and it's not likely to be fixed til after Christmas. We can cook in it, but it has to be wedged shut with one of the kitchen chairs. It would be quite comical, if we weren't planning to have, you know, Christmas dinner. Oh dear.

I left school a day earlier than I should have, on Thursday. It involved being threatened by David, and getting my apple taken off me *sadface* then he gave it back. Somewhat odd...but still. He pretty much just showed himself up, tbh; telling me to move to a different lunch table because he couldn't stand the sight of me. How mature. I didn't move, either.

I have to admit I LOL'd at this, but it's a little bit alarming.
No atheist burials in Co Donegal
Ah, "...she can go in with the Protestants." Lovely.

Other than that, I was back at school today, til 12. Bah. I don't like it at all...and my schedule is pretty heavy going, lots of double period classes one after the other. Lots of physics, which I'm happy with. ^^ I like physics. And I have a new art teacher, which I'm apprehensive but initially happy about...my teacher last year went on maternity leave halfway through the year. Her 'replacement' was a fantastic teacher who was actually at the school, she wasn't a temp. I guess she just had too much work this year. So we've got a new teacher, but I'll see how that goes.

After I got home from school I had lunch then did some work out in the garden. It looks good now but I'm so sore, I did too much exercise last night, oops.

I also have Amnesty tomorrow, at the Student's Union. Should be interesting, cos I've never been! With good reason. Other than that I'm writing, and I'm also thirsty. I should drink something. I also quit working at PDSA, I don't have the time anymore, I feel really bad :(

...I'm not spending my weekend on Livejournal.

Mum: Have you washed your hair?
Me: Yeah, but I just let it dry on its own.
Mum: Oh. Still looks like it needs another wash, it's a bit wild.

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I love you too, Mum.


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