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Posted Jan 1, 2004

I broke with (my own) tradition last night and went to a party and to my surprise, it was a lot of fun! I even managed to talk to a few people (most of whom I didn't know) and that was all-right as well. This especially surprised me as most of the people there knew each other already and all had a lot of history together.

I think I might be a party convert.

The hangover is not so great, but I suppose that's to be expected.

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on having a cold and having to go out

Posted Nov 8, 2003

I'm feeling exceedingly grumpy this evening because I have a nasty cold. (a very sore and very runny nose, scratchy-scratchy swollen throat, laboured breathing and all-round achyness...to make matters worse my eyes won't stop watering, my skin is especially pasty and I feel like I am just about to get a headache...)and sometimes, when I laugh I wheeze and sound just a tiny bit like Sid James)

Yeah, yeah..I'm not dying. I still have my health, I live in a (relatively) civilised fashion. (not even sure if being civilised is necessarily a good thing..) But I digress...

I have to go out this evening. There's no choice, no possibility of putting it off because it's a Family Affair. On any normal day I would be delighed to go. My niece, who started senior school this year, is in a school play. My sister purchased tickets for every single member of the family. At each performance, there has been at least one representative of our clan present. AT LEAST ONE. The production has been showing on Thursday, Friday and the last night is tonight. So, you see, I have no choice. I do want to go. I just don't want it to have to be tonight.

My sister dropped the tickets round this afternoon and gave me strict instructions to ensure that our mother (whom I am accompanying) is to arrive ON TIME. (The whole "being on time" scenario is another kettle of fish...) Sometimes I think that she'd be nicer to me if I wasn't a member of the family. Like she doesn't make an effort because I'm a relative and I have to get on with her anyway.

So. I'm here. Moaning about not wanting to go out (and thinking, maybe I can stay in and watch telly) but at the same time wanting to see my niece in her play, so that I can let her know that we all think she's great and that we're really proud of her. (and also thinking that maybe the family presence at *all three* nights is maybe a bit much and too much pressure? and then wondering if it's better to care too much..and then getting all tangled up in thoughts that are probably pointless.

well. I'd better go.

break a leg.

or something!

mooglebug xx

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Getting Home Late at Night

Posted Nov 1, 2003

I was coming home from a party last night when someone approached me, outside my house. It was a young bloke, maybe fifteen. He didn't say anything. He was walking towards me and I changed direction slightly so that I could go home. Then he changed where he was walking, so that he ended up walking directly towards me. By this time, we were directly outside my house. I tried to play it cool by nodding and saying "Morning" (it was after midnight!) in a way that suggested I knew him and this was perfectly normal behaviour. (even though it wasn't!)

He seemed reluctant to let me walk past him and kept moving so he was in my way. By this time, I was quite scared and managed to walk past and open my front gate. He stood by the gate and watched me as I shut it. (which was kind of a futile gesture as he could have quite easily climbed over the low wall to get to the other side) As I shut the gate I looked at him straight in the eye and said, "You take care" and then I turned and went straight into my house. As I was unlocking my door, he stayed behind the gate, watching me. By the time I got upstairs and I looked out of my window he had disappeared.

I'll be honest. He didn't say anything. He didn't seem to have any weapons or touch me in any way, but his actions petrified me and I didn't get to sleep for another three hours. Even then, I was still fully dressed when I fell asleep. What is even stranger is that I'm not sure I could remember what he looked like. Even though I looked at him for a good long time.

Maybe he was being all creepy because it was Halloween. It wasn't funny though.

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