Friday, August 20, 2004

ARGH!

Why are scabs so tempting? I can't leave the bloody thing alone! *straps hands to keyboard* I would put a plaster on it, but it's in my hair so it would be incrediby painful to have to sort out and I refuse to shave my hair. It's going to be cut soon anyway, but shaven is a definite no-go area for me. Anyway, in case anyone was confused by the fact that MyO said I'd updated when there was no new post- I deleted it, heh. It wasn't necessary any more ^_^. This is my update proper. By TehSillyCircus2, is it meant to have a specific subject to update with every day, or is it just continuing as normal? I think of a different idea every day anyway, but I don't often have normal update that warrant posting. So... meh, I don't suppose it matters too much. But say if I'm doing wrongs, Master Shinneh. Uman Beans! Human nature is a tricky business. Moreso the silly bits of it that appear for no reason. Specifically paranoia, absent-mindedness and... the one I can't remember. Let's start with paranoia... although you might be expecting me to do that, so I'll throw you off the scent by talking about absent-mindedness. ...Fallen for my subtley devious plan yet? Paranoia I dislike paranoia intently. Well actually, in some cases it can be good to be cautiously aware of what others might be doing or how you act might be affecting them/vica versa, but what I mean is the needless stuff. I tend to suffer from it a fair amount. It's nowhere near clinical, but often I find myself worrying over such tiny things, and I can get really upset about it. I'll watch every single word (and sometimes letter, if I think it's that important) I type and make sure it's in exactly the right phrasing to avoid problems. It's not just keeping up appearances or building a certain tone- although they do play a part, it's sometimes something less tangible. I get worried that people can tell what I'm thinking from time to time. If I notice and walk past strangers in the corridor, I'll sometimes make myself think of somehting completely different and more socially acceptable (often I daydream of scenarios in my Nazreal stories) until they've disappeared, as if I were actually speaking the fantasy out loud. It's crazy, but I can't help myself. And the thing is, I know they can't tell what I'm thinking. I guess I'm just conscious about being thought of as stupid- High School experiences coming along there. If I can think like they think when they're around, I'll stand less chance of sticking out from the crowd. Sort of a survival instinct, but a rather less practical way of doing it. If I could change colour or height, that would be useful. Absent-Mindedness Absent-mindedness is different to being plain forgetful in that your brain is away doing something else whilst your body remains on auto-pilot. I've successfully poured coffee into my orange juice through this ingenious innate mechanism designed to make me look dumb. And I've gone to look for knives in the fridge and went to the wrong end of school to go into a class I wasn't even in before now, too. I even missed a double Psychology class completely because my brain didn't engage to tell me that I was supposed to start at 11:15, not 12:35. Another thing I find frustrating is when someone talks to me and my brain completely switches off for whatever reaosn and I miss what they're saying. Usually I can piece together what it is, but other times I have to ask them to say it again ^_^; It's highly embarrassing. Now comes the slightly less psychological example (that I just remembered, heh)... Protectiveness I get incredibly protective over my family members and friends. So much so that when my sister tells me that she'd been bullied, I'll storm around the house conjuring up scenarios where I beat aforementioned bully to a pulp, either verbally or physically. This is one behaviour I don't mind so much because it shows loyalty and compassion, but there's another twist to it. Protectiveness can be a bad thing when it comes to petty items. When I was about... 11 or so, I used to feel threatened when my sister started liking things that I did. So I'd try and convince her that she wouldn't like them to allow me a better grasp of them. And I was right about milk- she doesn't like it, heh. But whether I was right or wrong was irrespective- I didn't want her to have anything that I liked. And I can't understand it. I was actually quite a nasty bastard at times, looking back. I never meant any of it in a nasty way, but it was ridiculously immature of me. I don't have that problem any more, heh. I guess I was just going through a funny phase. My sister and I are very accepting of what we both like, and we even offer each other other things that we might be interested in, which has led to me finding some really decent stuff ^_^. Digimon's an example- in some cases, my sister sees things before I do and helps me to notice what she has. It's great. It's unfortunate that not everyone shares the same state of mind. They can be so stubborn or defensive over their own ideas that they won't listen to anything new, or give any ground when it comes to other people trying to see something of theirs. I've seen some ridiculous arguments like this (and often they seem to stem from my parents, oddly enough). It's not frequent, though. But some people are like that all the time. I'm all for being protective when you need to, but is it really worth having a row over how you stir the spaghetti, or who took a specific type of chocolate from the box? I'm sure people can think of other behaviours which appear quirky or detrimental to human existence, heh.

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Thursday, August 19, 2004

SEX!!

*coughs* Now that I have your attention, I'm going to talk about... sex. It's taken me a long time to decide to put this post up. I guess I need to lose a few more inhibitions. If anyone's offended then I apologise in advance. I don't suppose there's much in there to actually drive people away, but if people think less of me as a result then I am sorry. Anyway, where to start... There was a kind of interesting thread about when's too young for sex, and... although I said fourteen was probably too young, it has to happen sometime. So long as you fully understand the consequences of what you're doing, you aren't being illegal and you feel that you and your partner are both ready for it, then it shouldn't matter. But jumping on top of them as soon as you get the urge doesn't constitute 'being ready'. That's just being horny. It... feels weird talking about sex. It almost (and probably quite rightly) feels like a taboo subject- I hardly see anyone (except Raiha, perhaps) talking about it. It is a very personal matter, though. What I'm getting at isn't the physics and mechanics of sex, but more stuff around it. So no sex tips from me, I'm afraid... that's for the practical demonstration, hehe ^_~ pr0n!!11! Sex + internet = porn. Nuff said. Actually, about 50% internet = porn anyway, even without the added sex. I've only ever seen one 'hardcore' porn video, and that was at a friend's house a while ago. We were bored, and I hadn't seen one before so we all agreed to have him put it on, heh. And far from arousing, it was one of the most laughably disgusting things I've ever seen. It wasn't even mildly erotic, not least because they had some of the ugliest 'beautiful' people I've ever seen performing. I can tell you, seeing stuff like that me right off the idea. I'd be happy staying celibate if I looked like that. But I don't, thankfully. And it's all exaggerated for the film to try and help it take root in the men's sexual fantasy psyche. And it's incredibly easy to tell that it's meant for men because the focus is on what they do and have done to them, rather than it being mutually pleasurable. Had it been more balanced and less... gratuitous, I might have enjoyed it more. But even so, some of the stuff they did was just vile. The women still wore inch-long fingernails, for pete's sake o_o; And why? Why sex, constantly? Is it really that integral to the plot to have every single character sleep with each other? Does it add to the depth and mystery of the storyline? Does it, bollocks. They just want to try and get into (excuse the pun) as many niches as they can. Lesbian stuff aparrently appeals more to men than the usual, but I honestly don't see anything more in it. Women's bodies are more attractive than men's any day and generally I gather it shows more co-operation between the two, but as it's still sex it still should follow the same principles of plain, old 'boring' sex. *Cues 'The Stripper' music* Sex should be consensual for it to work, not just striding into someone else's room, stripping off and expecting them to do something about it. I had a really good conversation about sex a while ago, actually. Someone was telling me about how it was one of the most beautiful experiences they'd ever had because it was with someone they loved and they both enjoyed it. And I'm sure it is a fantastic feeling of euphoria. But therein lies the key: love. Or at least enough love to have the deeper, more meaningful attraction there in the first place. That's what takes it apart from the empty gratuitous stuff. So, what about porn and hentai? I detest porn and I don't like hentai that much, but I disagree to pornography more simply because hentai isn't live-action. Women aren't actually making themselves or being made to have sex with whoever just for someone else to gawk at and some fat pimp man to make money. Hentai still depicts women (more often than men) as being sex objects and constantly has them in either non-consensual situations or situations where they're doing all the work, which I also object to. It's not as if you can include a footnote that says "By the way, these two are deeply in love and they both agreed to this" at the bottom of the picture so people know it's not just another random sexual fantasy. The ones I find more enjoyable are the sensual pictures, rather than the erotic ones. Both partners getting as much love and pleasure from the experience as each other, rather than one being given a service. The problem with things like these is that they often are just meant as masturbation material. Men see sex and don't think too much more of it, apart from the fact that someone (usually a man) is having a really great time somewhere. Even the ones starring just men seem to be aimed at men. They identify with the pleasure in the context of the situation rather than the characters in their own right. But with porn or hentai (certainly the pictures, anyway) there's often no deeper meaning behind it than that in the first place, just building around the element of sexual pleasure and adapting it for various tastes, which is why it's so shallow a lot of the time. But when it's in the context of an actual story and really, realistically adds to the plot, then it's good. And it's the same with a relationship, heh. If you're ready and willing to give each other what they want, it should be a great experience. EDIT: Oh, I forgot to talk about my own experiences ^_^; Well, I haven't had anything really sexual- a few kisses, none really intimate or heavy. Most have been as part of jokes, games or plays. But it's not as if I'm in a hurry or anything. I can wait, heh. *wonders if this post will boost MyO rankings...* EDIT 2: In fact, my ranking has dropped o_o; Whoops. -------------------------- Normal Update: Things are good, heh. I had another driving lesson in which I took a mock test and did... better in some areas, but not as well in others. 4 majors, 16 minors. But the majors were only really small ones that we can sort out any time, and the minors weren't too bad. I'm getting better ^_^ Aside from that I've been fairly tired and I knocked a lump on my head, causing it to bleed quite nastily. But it's nothing serious. It's surprising how much blood a tiny spot can produce, actually o_o; Now, to play on Age of Kings ^_^

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Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Junk

Part of the Goodwood Revival preparations involved a costume fitting today, heh. I look incredibly swish in an RAF Officer's uniform, I must say ^_~ I'll have some pictures up once I pick up the costume, hehe. But anyway, since Lawrence is 6'2" and has incredibly ong legs, the costume department couldn't cater for him by themselves, so I offered to take him down to the old militaria shop where they were rented from to see what they had. And oh my god... it's one of the coolest shops in the world. It's old, but there's wall to wall stuff everywhere. Helmets, uniforms, hats, gloves, cloaks, guns, swords... it was unbelieveable. But they didn't have a cape in my size, unfortunately. Mum promised to make me one, heh. What surprised me about the shop was how much it felt like an old attic. The place was bloody huge when you took the annexes into account, and the clothes were just piled right up to the ceiling. It makes me wonder how so much stuff can accumulate in one place, and where it all comes from to begin with anyway. We clean out our attic... semi-regularly, and at the moment it's filled with quite a few bin-liners of our old toys and boxes of books. But it's still messy, and I know that's not even half the stuff we've ever owned in the past. I guess it's typical of people who tend to buy in a lot of things- and when you're in a family with three kids that can be a heck of a lot. You need to sort things out, otherwise there's just no room to move. I quite like refining collections of mine, or chucking out old things that I don't need, because it kind of signifies that I've grown past it. My room's still cluttered rather severely, but it's undergoing constant purges of rubbish and unwanted goods. My singing teacher's house... from the three or so rooms I've seen of it, is a mess. It's not an imposing mess, but you can tell it's there. Some tips make you feel uncomfortable, but all of the stuff she has piling her worksurfaces is interesting- there are instruments, songbooks, old newspapers, videos... everything you might expect from a single family that just hasn't had a sort out for a while. And they are aparrently having refurbishment done but I can't honestly see where it is. Probably underneath the stack of books, I should imagine. I don't think it's a good idea to horde things. I see these people on TV who've kept absolutely everything they've ever owned, even down to food recepticles, and it's just... too much. What's often said in defence is either "It's something of sentimental value" (which I can identify with) or "You never know what you might need", which is near as dammit plain impractical. I'm sorry, but there are some things that you will never ever use again, even if you think of the most unlikely scenario in which that particular item plays a vital role, it's still probably going to have its job done by something newly-created. But I'll admit I am a sucker for sticking to certain useless things... when I find something I've had for mre years than I can count then I tend to hold a special bond with it, but can you honesly hold it with everything you own, so much so that you never want to part with anything? I don't know. I don't mean to derogate people who do have hording tendencies, but doing it to excess just seems impractical to me. [That doesn't include collections of things, by the way. Different kettle of fish.] Although... lack of junk or clutter can be just as disconcerting, especially if a family has kids. Some houses you'll walk into, and you'll think they're brand new. But whoever-it-is they might have lived there for donkey's years. But there's no clutter anywhere, save for the odd CD by the Hi-Fi or the umbrella by the door. Where's the stuff? Do people actually live here, or do you just direct visitors to this place while all your posessions are stashed away in some castle? It seems almost alien. And generally, places where kids play tend to get messy very very quickly. But if there's no mess, you start to wonder whether they're actally normal, happy kids. No toys, a sole computer... it's scary. Tidying up isn't a bad thing, don't get me wrong. But to obsessionally clean night and day is far too much. What's the point in having a house if you're too afraid to put anything inside it in case it gets dirty? And besides, a little dirt is better for your immune system *nods* (If only I could downgrade the dust and things in my bedroom to being 'a little'...). I like going to places and seeing things cluttered onto work surfaces, or at least seeing little hints of mess around the place. It makes me feel more welcome and relaxed about my visit, like I've not had everyone rushing around desperately rearranging their well-placed (or not) personal items just for me; sometimes just to know that I'm not the only messy person around is nice enough.

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Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Must Read
This, then read what am below, if you haven't already. The previous post is my actual update (5H1N 1 R T3H PWNAG3 j00!!11!), but I couldn't let Zidargh's post disappear, heh.
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Brief Encounter... The Details ^_~

As you probably know, I went to visit Mimmi in London last Wednesday ^_____^ The lack of posting about it hasn’t been to keep any particular secret- I just wanted Mimmi to post first, seeing as it was her adventure. I’d anticipated accompanying it, but it looks like this’ll be the bulk of the details, heh. If there’s anything I’ve missed out, let me know. Although I'm saying nothing about Mimmi's skirt- every way I try and phrase it it can be twisted, so I'm saving myself the embarrassment ^_^; It was a really fantastic day, even despite the heat and body ache that came from the various activities. And oh yes, they are completely innocent ^_~ Getting Started It usually takes me half an hour to wake up when I have to get up early. My alarm goes off, I go to sleep for half an hour, wake up and panic to get ready. This time, though, I had added motivation, heh. I get excited whenever I’m due to meet someone I’ve known over a long distance- I certainly was when I went to see Pyrophobic, and today was no different. As soon as I get out of bed and get my stuff into the shower, there’s a problem. It seems that whenever I need a shower, Dad does too. And it doesn’t matter how long I leave my own shower, he will always need one too. And today, he complained (because he doesn’t really negotiate- just gets huffy) that if he didn’t have his at that time, he’d be late for work. Snide comments about laziness repressed, I said that if I had to wait for his shower to clear (his perfumed shower gels give me migranes), I’d miss my train, and there was no way I was going up without washing. That actually makes our relationship sound really bad- I love him, but not so much in the mornings or after work, when he’s stressed and difficult. To save time and patience, I let him have the shower and I went to use the downstairs one. We have two, so we might as well have used both. The problem is, now that my mum’s parents aren’t here any more it’s used for dogs, clothes washing and wool-dying, so there’s usually bins and things strewn about. But, because my grandfather had been down only two days beforehand, there hadn’t been enough time for it to get messy yet ^___^ And I got to use my new shampoo, which is very nice indeed. Smells like lemon apples. It’s a really decent shower, in truth, probably because water pressure actually exists there. The upstairs one (which everyone uses) pretty much trickles onto your head- the downstairs one starts up with a VWOOSH, so you know it’s really trying. It’s much easier to wash my hair in that, heh. So, that aside, I got dressed picking the best clothes I could find and taking some in my rucksack in case I needed to change- I hate smelling of sweat, and judging by the weather forecast it was going to be very hot (a.k.a ‘mild’, for those of you living in Florida or California). I made myself some coffee but forgot to drink it whilst it was warm, so finished it off in the car. Cold coffee with two sugars is disgusting, but it’ll wake you the hell up. Warm coffee I can handle, but this was stone bloody cold. Yuk. Anyway, I arrived at Havant station, paid for my ticket and waited for a train, which wasn’t due to be very long at all ^_^ It was only two minutes late, and by the time it reached the next station it had made up that time anyway. Fast trains r the cooliesness. On the way there I started feeling quite ill. I couldn’t work out whether it was nerves or the coffee. Coffee tends to agitate my digestive systems if I have to rush out soon after drinking it anyway, as do journeys in general, and when you’re meeting someone like Mimmi I think it’s impossible not to have at least some feeling of nervous anticipation, heh. But X-Japan made me feel better ^_^ Wa-wa-wa-wa… Waterloo Station is very big. But the toilets are not, and you have to pay 20p to get inside to boot, bloody cheapskates. I hadn’t wanted to do my hair before I left, because the chances were by the time I’d sat on the train next to several sweaty noisy businessmen it might have fallen into its usual post-wax flop. But when I first did it, it looked reminiscent of Tina Turner ^_^; Balance is hard to achieve- I hope it didn’t look too… weird, heh. I don’t like the London Underground. Not just because of the musty smelly humid heat, but also because the maps are so bloody hard to read. I figured out I needed to get to Embankment (one station away) to change trains to get to Hammersmith (a further 11 stations away). So, I did that. At least, I tried. When I got to Embankment, I found that I couldn’t get to the line I was expecting to, so then had to catch another train to Piccadilly Circus to get onto the right line (only eight stations away from Hammersmith). I later found out that I mis-read the sign and, in fact, could have gone straight to Hammersmith from Embankment on the District Line. Bugger. Still, I got there in the end… and promptly got lost ^_^; Hammersmith was much bigger than I expected- whilst the majority of Underground stations comprise of lots of stairs, escalators and lifts, maybe a shop or two and perhaps six platforms, this place had its own shopping centre, complete with a higher floor surrounded by big red buses. At the top floor, I sent Mimmi a text, feeling embarrassed at having been so dense. She was waiting for me on the station, but since I was flustered I went down to Tesco and loitered outside until I was greeted by a very friendly face ^_____^ Solo, meet Mimmi Meeting someone in person for the first time when you've known them for so long through text communication can be quite daunting. There are the usual worries- 'Do I look alright?', 'Should I have worn deodorant?', 'What happens if we don't talk?', amongst others. As it happens, I didn't have to worry about those (well... perhaps the deodorant, but Mimmi didn't say anything about that, heh).It was clear just from the first few minutes of being with her that she's as friendly, loveable and funny in person as she is online, as well as being incredibly easy to talk to, heh. We decided that we should go to the Natural History Museum first, as I’d always wanted to go there and see all the various attractions they had. I always feel a little odd making decisions about where to go because I’m conscious about what other people might or might not want to do, but Mimmi’s a very agreeable person, heh. We travelled to South Kensington station, walked through one of the longest subways I’ve ever seen and made our way inside. Admission was free, nicely much. We immediately got lost inside again, until I got a Map (the first one of which turned out not to be a Map, but a fake imposter Map with the same design and everything, actually advertising their great exhibit about Hair), then decided not to use it and go to the place we thought sounded most interesting. The first place was the Dinosaur exhibit, complete with lots of big skeletons and moving animatronic reptiles, displays and pretty colours. And thousands of people. Because of the huge amount of body heat being given off by everyone in the room (although it was massive, heaving crowds possess much… ness), Mimmi was feeling very hot, so she commandeered my water. As we moved past one of the displays showing dinosaurs in cartoons, films and toys, I went into geek mode and pointed out exactly which toys were which- Grimlock (original Transformers series), a couple of Dino Riders (remember them, anyone?) and lots of Zoids made appearances, and I marvelled at them. I’d seen them before, but never inside an actual Museum ^_^ Since things were getting so hot, we decided to whistle-stop the rest of the dinosaurs, pausing only to read the funny cartoons on the wall about how they really might have died. Then we moved onto the animal section, heh. It’s odd that some things seem a lot smaller or bigger than expected when up close. I’m talking about the animals >.> The lion I’d expected to be bigger than it was, and the hyenas seemed really pretty huge. The way they’re portrayed in wildlife programmes, I half expected them to be smaller them my dogs. Perhaps they are. It was on a high shelf, I suppose... I got to see a pangolin, too ^____^ I’ve always wanted to. It wasn’t alive, but it was great just getting an idea of what they looked like up close. There was also a cameo appearance by Panda in at least two of the exhibits- I tried to get a picture, but the sunlight appeared causing nasty window glare and it wouldn’t have been decent. Ah well. After walking through the large mammal display, including a life-size fiberglass model of a Blue Whale[!!] and making some funny comments about the animals and interactive things on display (I knew something was going to pop up about the Sperm Whale... and that dolphin did look like it was on a spit, heh), we decided that we needed food, so went to Hyde Park (Kensington Gardens) to eat our lunches. It was lovely when the breeze blew. The sunlight was nice- so much so that I actually put my sunglasses on- and the trees swayed gently in the wind, making that rustling noise that sounds a lot like rushing water. Calming stuff, heh. Mimmi: It would be great to play baseball here. Solo: Yeah, that’d be cool. We used to play it in PE lessons at high school. I wasn’t very good, but it was fun to hit things with the stick. Not that I hit people, though. Just balls. Evading attacks from hordes of gangsta pigeons, we headed towards the Science Museum. Entry there was free too, but since you could buy tickets for a simulator ride at the desk, we did. I convinced them that Mimmi was a student (sneaksy me, hehe), so both of ours were half price ^_^ The simulator rise was a bit of an anticlimax, mostly because there were some idiots behind us who had figured out that if you hit the emergency stop button and waited until the doors were closed, you could start the ride from the beginning again. The third time it was restarted, Mimmi and I got out. It’s only a simulator, but it can still make you feel pretty sick. We both agreed that if we’d stayed any longer, it would have been too much. And idiots like that piss the hell out of me. Bowling for Piccadilly I had promised Mimmi some while ago I’d take her bowling, and the nearest and most convenient place to us was in Piccadilly Circus. Retrospectively, I think it might have been nicer to find a quieter one further out, but it was fun anyway. It almost didn’t happen, though. The place I’d looked up on the internet was labelled as ‘Playland’, at 1 Piccadilly Circus, but alas when we arrived there, there was no place called ‘Playland’ to be seen. We eventually worked out that it was inside this arcade thingummy called Trocadero’s, with big green awnings and a sign saying ‘Ten Pin Bowling’ in its window. Following three flights’ worth of escalators (one small one and one big one), we got up to the bowling lanes to find out it was absolutely packed. Not only that, but it was also a bar. To me, the lack of any kind of lighting except neon pink and green suggested ‘nightclub’, and the huge amount of people who look like those I wouldn’t normally trust made me fee uneasy. I have never seen such a huge density of different skin colours in one place. Anyway, we booked a lane for half past four and went into HMV to pass the time. Mimmi likes DVDs ^_^ Mimmi also likes CDs. Mimmi also likes student discounts ^_~ Once we’d finished building up her collection of soundtracks and films, we went to take our place at the lane. Lots of people wanted a lane at our time, and all throughout our wait I was afraid that they might have given our allotted time away. In some ways... I almost wanted to forget it- incredibly crowded places make me uneasy, especially if they’re poorly lit, in places where alcohol is available and filled with people I don’t like the look of. But I didn’t want to break my promise. When would I be able to fulfil it, if not then? It’s not like Sweden’s just around the corner from my house. Eventually (and ten minutes later than our expected time) we got our lane. Aptly, it was number one ^_^ The bowling alley had lots of Macromedia-esque animations, conveniently letting you know if you got a strike, spare or left ten pins still on the lane-thing, just in case you weren’t watching what you were bowling at. Mimmi trounced me through both games, hehe. She is very proficient with bowling ^_^; The first time she beat me 124 (three consecutive strikes in the final frame! Blistering stuff) to 82, and on the second she beat me 90-something to 73, I think. I need more practice, heh ^_^; But despite the wait, I was really glad we stuck it through and managed to play. The walk to food was shorter than I expected- we went to Pizza Hut just around the corner, but I wasn’t feeling particularly hungry so I just had a bowl of potato wedgies. The pizzas they have in Pizza Hut are incredibly filling, so neither of us ate huge amounts. But, I managed to get a third student discount (fourth if you include the train fare)- Pizza Hut’s is minus 20% rather than the usual 10% everywhere else, so it meant more moneyness for elsewhere! All we needed to do was go to TopShop and I’d have been able to complete my National Union of Students discount repertoire, heh ^_^. For once I decided not to tip, even though I felt kind of guilty afterwards. They’re still getting paid more than I am, though. We then took another long walk along a very long road (which, incidentally, I’d walked down with Pyrophobic a few months beforehand, heh) which lead to Shaftesbury Avenue, home of FORBIDDEN PLANET. I love Forbidden Planet. Especially now I found out that it’s open until seven in the evening ^___^. And nobody told me the Fruits Basket had been out in the UK since April! Damn MVC for not having it. I’m still buying it from Australia because it’ll end up cheaper, but it annoys me that shops won’t bother taking in stock of the more decent stuff. MVC rarely even has Spirited Away. But anyway… I was hoping the second Trigun Maximum manga would be out, but I had no such luck. I have to wait until September >.> So I bought some Yu-Gi-Oh cards instead. Nothing really special there. When Forbidden Planet gave the word that they were closing, we left (well, it would have been silly to try and stay) and tried to find our way back to an Underground Station. It didn’t feel like it should be the end of the day- at the time it was only seven or so, but even then it would have taken me until at least nine to get home. We walked and talked, and I made lots of random silly jokes about things we walked past and things that popped into my head for little reason, heh. Eventually we found Russel Green Station and decided to take the tube back to Hammersmith. Closing Time Having to take another long trip on the Underground made me feel rather faint, so when we got to Hammersmith we made a beeline for Tesco and bought a 2-litre bottle each. I then found another two 500ml bottles hiding in my bag after we’d left, heh. Mimmi still had an hour to wait until her sister was due to arrive at nine- I offered to walk her back to the hostel, but since her sister had the key it wouldn’t have done much good anyway ^_^; Since we did have another hour to wait, I offered my Discman as a way of passing the time. Mimmi put in one of her newly-acquired soundtracks (Princess Mononoke ^_^) and we listened to it for a while. It was lovely, and although the feeling that I should have been leaving soon was pressing upon me with each increasing minute, I didn’t want to leave. When we prised ourselves from the steps, we sat on the station after receiving word from her sister that she was on the way. I let four trains going in my direction leave before I finally let myself go. I can still feel that final hug goodbye, heh. And then I got on the train, but not before I commanded Mimmi to text me when she met up with her sister, so I knew she was safe ^_^ She did within a few minutes, and I was happy. When I got back to Waterloo (eventually- the Underground was constantly stopping and starting around Euston) I checked train times, and found one going in my direction due to leave in about ten minutes, giving me enough time to grab a Cajun Chicken Baguette (UpperCrust do fantastic sarnies- if you see them, buy them if you’re hungry) and slip X-Japan back into my CD Player, heh. I arrived at Havant at about 11:00pm, and it was raining. I’d taken my umbrella in anticipation of it raining in London, so I’m glad it wasn’t neglected :p. Dad drove me home, where, after a brief sortie online, I went to sleep. It was a really fantastic day. And I mean that with the greatest sincerity ^_^. Mimmi’s a fantastic person to be around, and I'm honoured to have had the chance to meet her, heh. And despite what she says, her accent is perfect. I’m really looking forward to next year now ^_____^

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