h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Trust you to think of camp hand movements!
Mmmmm .
How is Karen? I know I'm doing the whole 'asking someone else when I could ask her myself' thing but I never get the chance to talk to her. You said you two had a Conversation, I'm not asking what about, with Karen's privacy secrecy thing (I've LEARNT, Mr Remorse, ok? -speaking to the voice in my head) but how is she?
Yuck! Colin! How could they be so creepy? He's shameless! To redo a quote of tDrew's: Colin, Anything-for-a-laugh, Mochrie! Aaaach!

What? Cake? I don't understand. Karen is fine, as far as I know. The conversation was about Daniel/Steve. It's OK, I can tell you cause she and D have broken up now.
Don't be remorseful, my dear.

"better things to do, like make cakes and sorbets". see?
Ach, okay. I still don't really understand what she did before, in the summer, remember? Telling me not to mention it, 'even to Hannah'? You know? Cos what she said, she didn't want us talking about it, did she think we'd gossip about her behind her back? Hmmm.
Glad she's seeming okay though. It's how she seems to me.
I'll try, darling. But as I think I've said in something at some point, I think that whether or not remorse may not buy absolution, not having it definitely makes the bad things one has done worse.

Personally I think she was testing us. But that's mildly paranoid. Or maybe she just didn't want talk behind her back.

I had thought of that, the testing thing. And yes, it does seem paranoid.
Anyhoo.
How are you?
I'm so cold! If only I had you to warm myself up on...

I'm freezing to death.
Fatal but not serious...
Aside from that, I'm good.

Baby! Take what little warmth I have, my love! Go inside and warm up, I don't mind!
What do you mean, fatal but not serious! Never with you!

But seriously, go inside if you're that cold.

"Fatal but not serious" is a quote from some doctor man.
I'm fine right now, my boots are keeping my feet nicely refrigerated though.
Mmm, Lush. As I said my skin is silky smooth!

I know the quote, it IS on my folder.
Well, I have no socks so my feet are like ice but it's my own fault... anyway. My hands hurt. I wish you were around then I could touch you with them, these partially mobile blocks of ice!
If you think your skin is smooth now! It was anyway! Can't wait to touch you.

to you too.
Put on some socks!

Ach, my feet can survive! I'm hungry too...oh my god, I've been on this thing since I woke up at just before 11am...I'm so sad!
Luckily my eyes don't melt when I sit at a computer for a length of time!
I love you my darling.

You are deeply worrying. Hmm, I've been on since about twelve thirty though. I'm hungry too. Go and eat, and no your feet can't survive, wear socks!

Sorry about the delay: I've just been talking to my dad. He's afraid of mum coming back, and we had a philosophical discussion-type-thing about it - which I didn't really mind. I posed the concept, 'love cannot exist with fear'. Reasoning: Love only comes if you trust someone too, if you fear them then you cannot trust them. So it can't be love, it's vomething else. Dad said (just before he left for the shops, he's gone just now) it might be a sense of duty. He's a romantic, as he says.
What do you think?
I didn't mind 'cos I'm more experienced in the 'ways of the world'. Dad always says that I'm so wise! Tee hee!
I think I'll go, and eat, my stomach is loudly protesting the lack of food or drink, except smints - no! No smints left! Need - more - smints -
I may put on some socks, if I can be bothered.
I love you my beautiful darling.
I'll be on later, in the evening, text me if you want me on, ok?





Go eat! Imagine me feeding you s! !
mmm, from Starbucks...I want, I want!
I want you!
I love you.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

My darling please don't get caught up in remorse.

I spoke to Terri, she implied the main issue was our being affectionate in school to the point that they feel unable to intrude by talking to us. That is an easy thing to fix, my darling.

In addition - we knew already that Rosa and Maria disapprove, all that stuff. Of course it'd be better if they had opinions like Jessi's but we can't change their views so we just have to work round them.

Oh, I love you.

Hello!
I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Today was fine with me: I did hardly any work in Biology, then Mr Riedlinger was away so no GS, Physics was fun (more presentations) and I have a funny story about Mr James, and then free! It was fine. Though I missed you
I love you. (At first I typed uoy. Hmm, I'm thinking backwards or what?)

You're always backwards. Not to be an insult or anything. Oops I see you have a ...
What's the story about Mr James?
Also, I didn't quite understand about your "love without fear" thing. Could you explain?
I love you too.

Sure thing beautiful:
Right. My dad is intensely afraid of my mum, right? He's afraid that she's going to take anything he says, twist it around, and fire it back at him, against him. He says he thinks about her about 15 hours a day. I believe him. HOWEVER, when he says he loves her I say 'No you don't', because:
~You cannot love someone unless you trust someone. (You can trust someone when you SHOULDN'T trust them, yeah, and love them, but you can't love someone you don't trust. Could be different for family - by blood that is - though.)
~You cannot trust someone if you fear them. The two cannot coexist. If you trust someone, you can't fear them, and vice versa.
~So therefore you cannot love someone if you fear them.
See?
WELL, with Mr James - he let us leave Physics early, because all the presentations of people present were done, at about 1pm. Some of us (Dave, Ed, Jan, me, Michael) stayed behind ot talk to him. I wanted to see the comments he had written on my mark sheet and he wouldn't show me.
Me: Please?
Mr J: No!
Me: Pretty Please?
Mr J: NO!
Me: Oh come on!
Mr J: No.
Me: Can you tell me what it said, then?
Mr J: No!
Finally he gave in, and said 'Oh, something like how you were very enthusiastic and bouncy'. Dave snorted at 'bouncy'.
THEN I offered Dave, Ed, Jan, Michael some of my Lush lipbalm and they were going, 'Nooo!', me saying back to them, Why are you worried about your masculinity being threatened?'
So then I told MrJames that I was worried I didn't have enough in one criteria, he told me not to worry, mine was brilliant. Then he asked me, what's this about your femininity being threatened, and I said, "Oh, none of the boys will try my lipbalm because they're guys. Would you like some?"
Mr James: "No thanks, I've got my own lipbalm."
Me: "Are you sure? It's Lush!" *holds out pot with lid facing him*
Mr James: "Oh!" *camply, mind you* "Go on then!"
He warned me about sharing lipbalm though, even thuogh he took some - said it smelt very nice - he said that one of his students once died of meningitis, over a weekend once, and that it's transmissable with lipbalm. Gosh. "I had a lesson with her on Friday, she went to a party Friday night, died on Saturday morning."

Mmm, MY ...

Hee hee! Mr James is so fun!
Well, I've had meningitis vaccinations, sooo, I'm fine.

What you say about your dad reminds me of what my dad says about his mum. She was bipolar, but was in hospital a lot.
Oh my darling, you'll be OK. After all, my dad is, as is Michael Palin and my friend on here, beginning with T, I don't remember the name.

I've had the vaccination too, so me as well.
Glad your dad's okay.
And, of course I will be! I have YOU.

Mmmm-mmm. You're lovely my dear.