Deadrelativesblog.

I actually had a conversation with my grandfather earlier. Usually we don't speak to eachother unless we are arguing. We did argue a little bit, but only about what fifteen plus eighteen equals... It's thirty-three, right? Please say it is... I hate being wrong! I don't think I've ever spoken to him for more than about a minute (apart from when I was really little). It was actually quite interesting. I learnt a lot of random facts about dead family members and family people I've never met.

Apparently I had a great, great aunt Fanny. She died wayyy before I was born, but I found this fact hilarious. Ooohh, maybe she was reincarnated as my fish, Fanny. *ponders* I think I'll ask Fanny about it... I wonder whether or not she'll answer... I bet she will. I just wont be able to hear her because she lives in the water so her voice will be all muffled and fish-like.

My grandfather's uncle died because of a cup of tea... Well, not directly because of a cup of tea (it was more because of heavy, victorian furniture and his father being lazy), but if this cup of tea hadn't existed, he wouldn't have died when he did. Death by panad... What a way to die! I think my granfather's father (the tea drinker) was ever so slightly guilty of manslaughter.

I found out that many of my relatives kept bees. I don't know why that interested me, I just thought it was quite random and interesting.

His brother (who either used to keep bees or still keeps bees) has a glass eye. Apparently, he didn't even know he was blind in one eye until some army doctory dude told him when he was going to do national service or whatever... It amazes me how someone couldn't know they were like 50% blind! I haven't seen him since I was about six and I don't remember him at all... but for some reason I have a memory of a dude with a glass eye that I thought was another one of his brothers (who died a couple of years ago) who I have met quite a few times. He apparently had almost perfect vision... So I'm all confused because I think a memory that isn't even a memory because I don't remember it has got all muddled up with a proper memory. Heh, I think I'm sort of making sense! :P

I think I might have offended him a little when I compared his mother and father's relationship with if I was to go out with a three year old or a thirty-three year old. I was all like 'dude... that is sick and paedoey'. He seemed more amused than offended though... I think... I'm not very good at reading people. I hope he was more amused than offended. I was joking... Kind of.

Heh, yeahh... This blog post is probably very boring to people who aren't related to me, but I found all this stuff interesting and had to blog about it, so sorry if I have bored you to death! XD

My day.

It's been a long day that kinda seems like three different days today. I'm going to write about it because I have nothing else to do apart from sleep. Sorry about the boring blog post! XD

Day one

I had to take Morrissey to the vets as his eye wouldn't open because it was all stuck together and stuff. They gave him some really expensive shizz to put in his eye. When I got home, I was trying for ages to apply it, but it wouldn't work because he was too wriggly and didn't want anyone to go anywhere near his eye. It's even harder to give him than his baytril was before I discovered putting it in his food.

Day two

I went to Llandudno with my grandmother and cousin. We looked in shops and stuff. I bought a top in river island for £27. Way too expensive, especially considering it'll fit me for like a week or so before I grow out of it. We went to the cafe place in BHS (yes, the shop of old lady knickers and whatnot). I had a cakey thing and it was absolutely fucking minging. I don't think I've ever eaten anything as gross. It looked dead tasty too. >.< It was very hot in there and the heat on top of the cakey thing made me feel all gross! Twasn't nice.

Day three

Went out. I guess I was celebrating other people's A level results and/or the fact that I didn't have any results to worry about or something. Met up with a friend in Wetherspoons. We discussed the diversity of people there along with how it was evidently a racist pub because it was full of white people. We then went to Yellow. It's usually a very full pub. Tonight it was rather empty. We had gone there in search of other people, and on results night it happened to be pretty quiet. We were confused and whatnot. I got ID'd when buying a coke. Yes, a regular coke with no vodka or anything in it. Apparently it's an over 18s only pub. I never got kicked out for not having ID when I was 17 (or even 18 without ID)! A hoobload of people got sent out for not having ID and it was fucking hilarious to watch! It did make me lol getting IDd when buying a non-alocholic drink though! XD I got kinda stuck when crawling under a table (not exactly the best thing to do whilst pregnant)! The toilets were all icky and someone said something about having to wiggle instead of wiping. I decided to stay well away from the toilets and went to the toilets in Skerries. We stayed in Skerries for ages. It was quite nice, although the thingy was giving pistachios instead of chocolate raisins today, which I found quite offensive. After we were in Skerries, we got nomnoms from some kebab place. We then saw people we know and found out that everyone else had been in Varsity or Phoenix all night. Not sure why people bothered with Varsity though- it was packed with chavs! Blahblahblah... We saw some wasted dude try to flag down an ambulance lol... and one of my friends very nearly got puked on! Twas a good night.

So yeah... very long day. Must sleep. Hoobletoodledoo!

Prpductive Procrastination...

Meep. It's been like 6 days or something since I superglued my eye shut. It's still not open and it looks and feels like someone's punched it because i rubbed it too much. It's getting more and more open though. I have a feeling it'll be pretty much open some time in the next 24 hours. IT'S SO FUCKING ITCHY! >.<

Meep. I have psychology homework. I have no idea what to do, hence the usual procrastination. I have double psychology in like 5 hours... I hope it doesn't have to be in today.

For the last 2 days I've been watching a film called Cronos. I keep falling asleep during it though. I think it's mainly to do with one of my eyes being shut. It takes hoobloads of effort to keep the other eye open. In fact, I think I'll attempt to finish watching it when I've finished writing this. Might as well do something mildly productive as a form of procrastination... Wow... Productive procrastination, how paradoxical!

Wow. I have nothing else to say. Hoobletoodledoo!

beauty, glue and zen buddhism

This blog may or may not be coherent. I had it well structured in my head about half an hour ago, but then I kind of forgot about it and remembered it, so yeah...

A year ago things were slipping to say the least. Currently, nothing's perfect but it's a lot less unperfect than it was this time last year. I'm rather happy with right now. =]

A year ago I was living in Manchester. I miss it a lot and still agree that it's a better place than Wales. I loved it there, but I've realised that I definitely prefer not living with my mum. It's not because I don't like my mum, it's just that we're not compatible in a residential environment.
Manchester was beautiful. The buildings were a lot more interesting than the ones here. I liked all the variation in the structure and architecture there. I found all the graffiti and dark alleys and stuff beautiful (not that there's not any of that stuff here, but it fits in better with Manchester). I've always found beauty in decay, and the beauty in urban decay is no different. Wales is beautiful too, but in a more stereotypical way with the beauty in nature and whatnot and there's still a satisfactory amount of urban decay. Meep. I wanna say something about chav culture here but I can't think what to say... Fuck it, there's beauty everywhere!!

I've been learning all about Zen Buddhism (for sociology homework which now has diet coke spilled all over it) and it seems to make more sense than most religions/philosophies/whatever.

Ooohh... on Sunday, I was fixing a yoyo and got superglue all over my hands. Stupidly, I rubbed my eye and couldn't move my finger from it. I felt like a right retard sitting in A&E with my finger stuck to my eye. Eventually my finger got seperated. Unfortunately, my eye is still glued together. I have a patch on it and people keep making pirate jokes. The pirate jokes were funny at first (like the whole situation was!) but now I'm getting fed up of them. I'm also fed up of only being able to use one eye. I wonder how long it'll take for my eye to open. So far no amount of water, soap, salt, vaseline and other random crap has worked. My eye is so fucking itchy and annoying. It's gone all swollen and ick. Cyanoacrylate is evil! But still, LOL@me :P

In applied sciency biologyness I got 77% in a test about the heart, the cardiac cycle etc. I was rather proud of that, as I don't think I've got over 50% in a test without cheating for years! I also got 9/20 in psychology and that was without any revision, so yay! I keep doing better in things than I expect. =]

Must dash, need to tidy my desk! Hoobletoodledoooo!