I need a list. A list of random things which really don’t go together in a list. Maybe it works better if you read it late at night listening to “I think i need a new heart” by The Magnetic Fields, aching in a way which hurts but isn’t enough to complain about, tensions are running high as your grandparents arrive from America tomorrow, you’re meant to be revising, you’re on an annoyingly slow computer, you were feeling good but now kind of grumpy and maybe worst of all, someone else unwrapped the new ironing board and then put in in the garage. The cold, lonely garage. Why would you do that to something all happy, shiny, new and pale blue gingham?
Events this week:
- My dad’s birthday: very low key, we ate an awesome indian and gave him three gifts, two books and a bottle of wine. To be fair, one of the books was quite rare and he was so excited
- I got an A* in a biology test: Not really a big deal because the A* boundary was laughably low, but still reassuring
- I watched awful films in latin lessons: my latin teacher is away again(complicated broken arm), monday we watched an awful amateur production of Oedipus the King with an excited psychology teacher and then on friday we watched Asterix the Gaul(what happened? it used to be so good!) with my less enthusiastic biology teacher who dryly noted that DVD cost £16
- I am having an ongoing msn display picture fight with a friend: Basically, who can find the best picture of David Tennant (as The Doctor). We both like focus on his lovely hands and she has a fixation with his neck. I see himwhen i close my eyes. I am so not complaining.
- I have been messaging Hannah about Greys Anatomy: I am watching online and just finished watching season 2 episode 19 so i message her on facebook about events which happened ages ago which sometimes confuses her
- Getting pissed off with my orthodontist: my braces were meant to come off on thursday. Bitch didn’t even tighten them or anything. Well, it isn’t her fault, but it is damn annoying and i generally feel no sympathy for people who do not realising they were causing me severe pain and sometimes seem unaware they have pointy objects in my mouth and should focus on them and not bitching with her assistant.
- Wishing wishing i knew the words to Church my T Pain. It is so so damn catchy.
Now a list of reasons why everything would be so much better if i lived in Oakland:
- My mother would no longer be insanely homesick and i would be able to see my family and get free chocolate from where my cousin works
- I could go see a live show my Abby Simons (www.myspace.com/abbysimons), i have been listening to ‘My Scientist’ on repeat all day…im trying to listen to it now but i can hear Alan Sugar yelling in the background on the repeat show of “The Apprentice”
- I wouldn’t have to hear about Alan Sugar ever again
- Mexican food! I have only seen one actually mexican (not a tex-mex) restaurant in England. Ever. It’s not my favourite food or anything, but the idea of “super burritos” makes me very very happy.
- I’d be near Berkeley and San Francisco. Need i say more?
- I could introduce them to drinking tea. Not that herbal shit. I want to go into Bel Air or whatever and see a proper tea section
- Ditto Doctor Who. Actually, the BBC as a whole. I think you may get it on some cable, but it should just be on the TV as standard. I like the BBC. Though there may be some anti-americany documentaries…
- It would be easier to see Hank and John Green! yays! (www.nerdfighters.ning.com)
- I would prefer to be outside. I could be real wholesome. Jeez, maybe i could be the token geek on the cheerleading squad. Or just hang out at the L’Amyx tea bar, writing and drinking bubble tea (which you can’t get over here and people give you funny looks if you try to describe it)
- I would never ever have to talk to some people again. Or even see them. I would probably find a whole new set of people i didn’t like but thats a change
- It would give the people i did want to see a reason to come to the US, plus they wouldn’t have to stay in a hotel. My parents are always checking the American house market, in America we could afford a huge huuuuge house. With a pool. Go figure.
Writing a stupid list has just made me more annoyed. The only reason my parents don’t move to Oakland is because me and my brothers are settled here. Writing stupid lists makes me annoyed that i can’t write everything i want to type.
