February 24th, 2002

Photo - leaves

ho-hum.

have i mentioned lately how much i hate... well... everything?

okay, better narrow that down...

1) trains. i left at 3.00 to get to brum at some point before 6.00 so i could wander aimlessly and not, therefore, be late. i got to the station in time to get a train at 3.45 ish, but i'd just missed it. the next was at 4.11; it got stuck at nottingham because of signal problems. after that would have been 4.35. the engine broke down... at nottingham. i finally got on a train at some point, 4.50, i think, and got to brum for 5.30, which was actually better since i had less time to kill...

2) buses. now, see, derby (and uh, every other frelling city in england) has the right idea - the buses (shock! horror!) give change... and the drivers don't get mugged!! imagine that!! they have change under their window, and they're perfectly safe, and they don't have to be protected by glass! so, anyway, me, lloyd and sarra went to see "moulin rouge" (and hee!!! my book is now up here with me and there shall be parisian goodness on my journal very soon!). i had to pay for lloyd since he had no money since he spent it on food. but then again, he gets to pay for my rocky horror ticket (no, i hadn't forgotten that...). so, because of this, i had abour 40p in change, and my bus fare is 90p. i drew out a tenner. i briefly considered begging poverty at the bus drivers, but i know they only ever put the evil bastards on the night shifts and it would be utterly pointless. i thought there must be a newsagent around here somewhere that's still open. how wrong i was. my second thought was mcdonalds, having already missed my 11.30 bus by this point, i figured i could kill time in there. they weren't letting anyone in. which meant i had to get a taxi. and all because TWM doesn't give frelling change...

however, they did redeem themselves a tad when i left again this afternoon. he couldn't see me in the filthy bus shelter so when i saw him coming a foot away, his reaction time wasn't brilliant... but at least he stopped, albeit half a mile down the road...

3) taxis. apparently, the cost from the ramp by the pallisades to home is supposed to be £8.00. it cost me £9.20. not impressed, i have to admit. and eeeevil scary man in the taxi queue... (luckily, he was ahead of me...)

add to that, walking, when a strange man appeared from underneath the bridge and decided to follow me through the park. luckily, the walk isn't that long, it was still light, i was carrying a heavy bag i could have hit him with, and i managed to lose him at some traffic lights. i don't know if he was following me, but it was awfully convenient that he just happened to emerge from under the bridge as i stepped off it...

and there's too much on ITV. i wish permission to delete the bastard of a channel from the airwaves. either that or go on the roof and turn the damn aerial around... "pop idol" should be damn well finished! we don't NEED an extra hour of the frelling thing! argh!

rant over...
Photo - leaves

(no subject)

i cheated a tad and forgot all my original answers. i was meant to be a care bear, but the picture was just generally cooler for this one:

i was rainbow brite. the pic frells the page. therefore it's gone.

i had a rainbow brite doll... and i think she lit up, or made a noise, or something... and i had a rainbow brite horse, and a ruler. i had that ruler til i was about 16!! jesus...