it’s pretty damn awesome

roads to recovery are often covered in potholes, hills and frustratingly speedbumps.

Tuesday was uneventful. I went to Seb’s, picked up “stuff” and had some of his cake – which tasted great – and was gone within 5 minutes. ThxSeb <3.

Today is wednesday. Spent an hour revising with Sean (we did a past paper together) for the physics exam. I found it the hardest out of all 3. Or at least the worst. I think hard is the wrong word. So yeh. Came home pretty much immediately to do some history revision. :(. Still, did you know, in some areas during the boer war 69% of the men who volunteered to join the army were unfit? They were badly fed because of poverty. I’m gonna ace history tomorrow. (:

I shall leave you with an introduction to .. something .. written by myself. So please, flame all you want.

“Speak softly, for there are unbound loyalists everywhere.” spoke the impressively robed man. His eyes were green. Odd that. My eyes were green too. Don’t see many people with green eyes these days. Nope. Not for any reason imparticular, that was just how it was. How it was. Yes. That could be used to describe so many things in the world in which we find ourselves now living. I can’t remember how we got here. It’s just here.

I hesitate to use the word dystopia (or any variation) but as cliché as it is, I admit that it is the simplest way to explain our existence. We are the purpose of the dystopia. To ensure our lives exist. Thus, because our lives exist, the dystopia has purpose and so continues to exist. Sometimes I wonder if we all dissolved, would the world continue to go on? I like to think that it would inwardly collapse in a catacylstic event. Though, we’d all be gone so we wouldn’t know..

Anyway, this man. We were just walking together. Or rather, I was walking and he was walking and we happened to be near each other. Nobody is together anymore. The coalition stopped that. He’s tall, broad shouldered and carries himself with an elegance not often seen. I question, what does he mean by unbound loyalists? How can a loyalist be unbound? It defies itself. I like the term though. Perhaps I will discover it’s true meaning later. We carry on walking. I don’t know what his destination is, but I am heading towards the city of Egantur. Silently known as the Bastion Of Bastards. It’s the centrepoint of the coalition, everything stems from this city. Everything can be traced back to Egantur. Though, of course, nothing could be traced.

His clothes speak of a harsh upbringing, but also tell of a grim determination. It’s as though he believes he is the centre of everything. Maybe he is. Time will tell. He has no visible scars, but the deepest wounds are often invisible. His voice carried an accent I haven’t heard for some time, and never truly expected to again. His hands were smooth, totally out of character. As we walked, one of us would overtake the other and then be overtaken in revenge. It continued like this, silent, for however long it continued.

^_^

revision, revision, revision the 5th of November [oh man I love my British folklore]

something happened which I wanted to tell you people about but I can’t remember it now SO..

on saturday night, I reset my sleeping pattern – should have done this a long time ago, felt like crap all sunday and woke up on monday with a behemoth in my vision.

kinda?

Monday was the day of the maths exam :D OCR, Paper 2 (Calc) Higher. I thought it went pretty well, everyone got 1 and -0.625/-5 over 8 for the last question? If you didn’t; you’re wrong. Sorry. after the maths exam we rumbled around town for a bit, I don’t know what people did after but I went home to .. do not a lot. who revises for english? I didn’t. :/ so yeah, just had a lazy afternoon recovering my strength for today!

English exam (WJEC ftw!), the main character in the extract was called Bertie (irene was a minor figure tbh) – woo. I felt it went okay, certainly not great. Probably an A, but heh.. I want to take English to A level so :/ Was not liking the choice of titles! Couldn’t write the story I wanted to, unless I got SERIOUSLY cryptic or abstract and I felt, for GCSE, that was a bit much. So I wrote about a roast meal/evening I had with my grandparents on Sunday. xD.

I have 2 new bands I like, Sunrise Avenue and Dead by April. SA are Finnish, and DBA are Swedish. Go Scandinavian vocals!

[I Love LeastICouldDo].

so today I made a blog..

here you go;

Where to start? I think it all began at around 2pm, when I received a text from Glen asking if I wanted to camp. I asked him where, and he replied with “Woods probably.” and so it was set, I would be camping with my friends in the woods.

What a mistake.

Went out at around 7 to meet up with Stroy, Jennii, Bob, Loic, Polly, and Hannah at the marketplace in centre of town. [Interesting facts; Stroy and Jennii are a couple. Bob is a pothead, Loic is constantly begging for roll ups, Hannah is Ben's girlfriend and I don't know Polly well]. We walked up through town to Tudorville park, where we met Ben, Lucy, Megan, George, Betty, Adam, Rysha and Pete. [Interesting facts; Lucy is Ben's sister, George and Betty are a couple, Adam is cute, Rysha is Rysha, and Pete is a friend Adam/Stroy met on PP and he came down from Redditch for the day. His presence there was originally very painful because of that..]

We stood around for a while because we were waiting for Louis and Laura (Another couple), and eventually Glen, Maxine (She wants Glen) and Gene (Glen’s ex who still wants him) came into view. What was interesting was that Glen was holding both their hands. Awkward? Uhm.. Kinda. It was creepy. And wrong.

Anyway, our entire party (is sortie the same thing?) began to head up towards the woods. It was a very, very long walk and it was dark by the time we decided on a place to set up the tents. I helped Gene, Glen and Maxine set up Glen’s tent and Gene’s tent. Later, while Stroy was drunk and begged us to set up his tent I would set his up as well. You’ll find out why this is funny later.

We built a fire (away from the tents), laughed and chatted for a bit. A few people left, and then I noticed an absence of Gene. I walked over to the tents, to find her crying in her tent porch with Adam offering to make her a cup of tea (seriously, what the fuck?). I told him to fuck off and then had a very long talk/cuddle with Gene about Glen. And, sadly, how her own situation related to mine. For me, it was very cathartic. Right up until Adam came back and said “Frankly Gene, you’re being pathetic.” He was blunt, and started her crying again, but he was only saying what I’d said, except I’d said it softly. Plus, he’s a dick. :/

I don’t really remember what happened next, but Stroy, Adam, Pete and I all got into Stroy’s tiny 2 man tent. We lay there for a little bit, me on top and those 3 on the bottom. After a while, (have I said that already?!) I suggested that we go to my house. Now, this suggestion would have made sense had it not been 00.30.. But we went anyway, Pete Adam and I. Good times. Arrived at my house around 1, sat in the living room in almost total silence for half an hour because we were scared of waking mum and not having a good cover story for our appearance. I suggested we go back to the woods, and after a few “what the fuck man?” it was agreed, we would indeed go back to the woods.

We hit the streets again at 1.30~ and I asked if there were any shops open, turns out BP Garage was a 24/7 shop. :D Only an hours walk away too! So we went. I got a steak and ale pie, a galaxy cornetto and a relentless energy drink. £5.24. :) Headed back to the woods.

The only people staying in the tents were Stroy, Glen, Maxine, and Gene. So.. When we got there, the only empty tent was Glen’s so we went in there and.. lay down.. and.. “FUCK THERE’S A GREAT BIG HORNET IN HERE”. So we all rushed out. It was mouldy anyway.. so, at 3.30 we went to build a fire. Adam fell asleep by the fire until 6, while Pete and I tended to it until morning.

At 6.20, we woke up Stroy and Maxine and walked home. God, we felt terrible. :p Got home at 7, immediately had a bath. Went upstairs, lay down on bed and sleep took me immediately. Woke up to Stroy calling me asking me if I wanted to be picked up and given a lift to Adam’s, so I said sure. Immediately got up, brushed teeth etc in 5 minutes Stroy was at the door. Close call!

Once I was at Adam’s with Pete, we ran to the Bus stop to catch the bus to Hereford, it was about to leave as we got on. (This was mirrored again as we were catching the bus HOME from Hereford, amusingly). This was the first time I’d been on a double decker bus in years, and the first time I’d been on a bus since Birm. :/

Once we got to Hereford, we went to the train station and saw Pete off. I commented to Adam that the farewell with Pete wasn’t as romantic as the one I’d had in Birm, and he argued that he thought Pete’s farewell was very romantic. This made me smile. We then went on a hunt for some colourful skinny jeans for me, but Hereford is crap and we couldn’t find anything. So we went to Subway, I got a meatball thingy which was tasty and some coke for Adam. Ran to the bus, it was about to leave as we waved our tickets at it. Scary! Then went home. :)