He was leading us, the General. He might look like a weed, but I know he has inner strength of the Gods.
The road has taken a turn for the worst; the once smooth landscape has transformed into desolate wasteland, and the water is running low.
I am beginning to wonder at the reason, question my unfathomable trust in the General.
But then I remember the treasures ahead, and my energy is renewed.
We are 21, a group of old, young, tall, short, men, women, all in search for the same thing. Change.
Hours passed and the yellow and bland faded orange of the harshly monotonal desert we had been crossing for all this time finally began to grant us some diversity. The first I noticed of this change was as I was watching my feet pull me forward lethargically.
We as a troupe were not the only things living here; the whole desert was alive. Even the sand seemed to be rushing past me as my eyes swung in and out of focus, carefully pulling into recognition my fading concentration.
It became apparent that this smudge of orangey beige that had met my gaze for the best part of 4 hours, and that had been the landscape of my life so far, was now, at last, inhabiting green. The reason for this didn't hit me for a few minutes, but when it did, it came with excitement.
'Food?' I whispered - more to myself. A few people heard my plea, and they began to realise too.
I raised my sun baked head, and there it was, but a speck in the distance. Pristine, the greenery shocked me. I had never seen such shades of magnificence in my meagre years of existence.
The general looked pleased but concerned, I guessed it was at the distance. Would we last that long? Who knew? But we would not give up, not now.
i hear thunder but there's no rain. ^
Monday, 30 May 2011
Thursday, 26 May 2011
Chunder Everywhere!
Cups of tea in the evening are pleasant, aren't they? Especially when accompanied with the partially digested delicacies provided by my cat.
Don't get me wrong, she's a lovely little feline, but when I settled down for the apprentice yesterday evening, I did not expect the pleasant odour that I received within my nostrils, swiftly followed by the horrified and highly disgusted noises from my mother of 'EUGH.' and 'Oh my God, whyyyyy?!'
Two minutes later she had hobbled into the living room, proclaiming, 'Florence. Has been sick. All over the dining room floor.'
Yay. And guess who had it their heart to volunteer to clean it up?
So,
As I walked into the beautifully decorated room housing my dining table and some various other unused furnishings, the pungent smell of half-digested cat food filled my unwelcoming nostrils. Oh my giddy Aunt. I can feel the remains of my dinner surfacing as I view this splendour.
Mother was not indeed lying when she said the cat had chundered everywhere, as I found out when faced with the four lusciously sized piles of solid and slimy sick, ranging from diameters of around 3cm to about 10cm. Yummy Yummy.
Just imagine it, me kneeling over these perfectly and expertly formed piles of vomit, retching and spluttering with the aid of nothing but a meagre scrap of kitchen role.
Having succeeded between sicky burps in gathering all of the chunks, I stand up guardedly, and nearly fall again, as I have trod right in the chunder. It begins to soak through my sock and I nearly drop my kitchen rolled prize.
This is it, I really am going to add to the pile now. I manage to keep it back, however and proceed to deposit it in the bin where it will rot for eternity muhahaha.
Oh, I am so classy.
Don't get me wrong, she's a lovely little feline, but when I settled down for the apprentice yesterday evening, I did not expect the pleasant odour that I received within my nostrils, swiftly followed by the horrified and highly disgusted noises from my mother of 'EUGH.' and 'Oh my God, whyyyyy?!'
Two minutes later she had hobbled into the living room, proclaiming, 'Florence. Has been sick. All over the dining room floor.'
Yay. And guess who had it their heart to volunteer to clean it up?
So,
As I walked into the beautifully decorated room housing my dining table and some various other unused furnishings, the pungent smell of half-digested cat food filled my unwelcoming nostrils. Oh my giddy Aunt. I can feel the remains of my dinner surfacing as I view this splendour.
Mother was not indeed lying when she said the cat had chundered everywhere, as I found out when faced with the four lusciously sized piles of solid and slimy sick, ranging from diameters of around 3cm to about 10cm. Yummy Yummy.
Just imagine it, me kneeling over these perfectly and expertly formed piles of vomit, retching and spluttering with the aid of nothing but a meagre scrap of kitchen role.
Having succeeded between sicky burps in gathering all of the chunks, I stand up guardedly, and nearly fall again, as I have trod right in the chunder. It begins to soak through my sock and I nearly drop my kitchen rolled prize.
This is it, I really am going to add to the pile now. I manage to keep it back, however and proceed to deposit it in the bin where it will rot for eternity muhahaha.
Oh, I am so classy.
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
The Missing Link
So, I've just done my Resistant Materials exam, for real. I therefore never have to consider this bloody subject again. Thank the gracious Lord as he gave me bread.
I shouldn't say that really, I think I will possibly miss it, just a little bit.
Anyway, I will now set the scene.
I was just getting into the exam kind of mindset and finding my way a little bit. The place is silent as death. It even smells silent. When suddenly, someone decided to rip out the loudest and most vulgar fart I have ever been plagued enough to witness. It was wet.
Now, I myself, being quite taken to toilet humour, burst out laughing in the most attractive manner possible which I firmly believe resulted in the numerous smudges of pen on my exam paper. (It was a snort.) Alas, my dignity escaped me that moment, along with my shredded concentration. Both of which I had now lost hope of grasping again.
I spoke too soon, however, as during a despicably timed 2 hour examination, which I might add, required the intellectual range of a teaspoon, one often finds time to delve into the recesses of hell to retrieve ones concentration, just in time, ironically for the next round of anal particles ricocheting on the oh-so-tall-and-echoey gym walls. I was more prepared this time, however, and ploughed on through my exam, disregarding the sea of excited sniggering which had dominated the room.
This moment of composure, however did not retrieve my dignity, and I am still fearing it's eternal loss.
Dignity is a strange thing. Much like love it has no substance, but you somehow know it is there. At least enough to miss it when it is gone. Some say that they don't care for the somewhat vague profanity. But I think that they are lying.
Dignity, at my age and in my current social environment, is what separates the women from the men, and the men from my Resistant Materials class.
It is my firm belief that the majority of these royal idiots have not yet evolved from primeval fish. I may soon turn them into the authorities, screaming as I wheelbarrow them through the doors 'I've found it! I've found the missing link!' to which I imagine the wheelbarrowed to respond 'Ug' or demand some form of food.
Growing boymen scare me and are confusing and I do not like them.
Bye (:
I shouldn't say that really, I think I will possibly miss it, just a little bit.
Anyway, I will now set the scene.
I was just getting into the exam kind of mindset and finding my way a little bit. The place is silent as death. It even smells silent. When suddenly, someone decided to rip out the loudest and most vulgar fart I have ever been plagued enough to witness. It was wet.
Now, I myself, being quite taken to toilet humour, burst out laughing in the most attractive manner possible which I firmly believe resulted in the numerous smudges of pen on my exam paper. (It was a snort.) Alas, my dignity escaped me that moment, along with my shredded concentration. Both of which I had now lost hope of grasping again.
I spoke too soon, however, as during a despicably timed 2 hour examination, which I might add, required the intellectual range of a teaspoon, one often finds time to delve into the recesses of hell to retrieve ones concentration, just in time, ironically for the next round of anal particles ricocheting on the oh-so-tall-and-echoey gym walls. I was more prepared this time, however, and ploughed on through my exam, disregarding the sea of excited sniggering which had dominated the room.
This moment of composure, however did not retrieve my dignity, and I am still fearing it's eternal loss.
Dignity is a strange thing. Much like love it has no substance, but you somehow know it is there. At least enough to miss it when it is gone. Some say that they don't care for the somewhat vague profanity. But I think that they are lying.
Dignity, at my age and in my current social environment, is what separates the women from the men, and the men from my Resistant Materials class.
It is my firm belief that the majority of these royal idiots have not yet evolved from primeval fish. I may soon turn them into the authorities, screaming as I wheelbarrow them through the doors 'I've found it! I've found the missing link!' to which I imagine the wheelbarrowed to respond 'Ug' or demand some form of food.
Growing boymen scare me and are confusing and I do not like them.
Bye (:
Reliefiosity
So I reluctantly ceased to obsessively refresh my blog stats page, and settled down to read my To Kill A Mockingbird all night. I wanted to go to bed early last night to prepare mentally for my exam, but I needed to finish more than anything. I was at it until about 1am, at which point I was at the stage of no return, which equals reading the same meaningless sentence over aand over, and still no having inclination to the actual meaning of the words. So i threw the damned thing across the room in a crumpled heap where it belonged.
The conundrum is, I still had 30 pages left which I now had to get up at an unholy hour in order to decipher.
6:30AM, hellish seeing as I had not only had 5 and a half hours sleep, and I rose unwillingly.
The bloody thing was actually sneering at me from the corner, looking at me with these eyes that said 'I hope you fail.' Fuck you book!
So I grabbed it and I power read my way through to 7:30. My concentration was not enough,however, and I still have 10 pages to work through. I did not finish until around two minutes before the exam commenced. But thank god I did.
Groggy, I have a headache. How will I ever understand and do this exam now? I have ruined my chances. I hate my life.
Stop panicking, Eleanor, you've done it already. You freak.
he exam wasn't even too bad, why was I worrying?! I'm retarded.
Anyway, gonna get my English teacher a present for when I leave, not sure what though. I just love her loads.
So yeah, relieved, almost as good as the reliefiosity described in the Louise Rennison novel. he he.
goodnight (:
The conundrum is, I still had 30 pages left which I now had to get up at an unholy hour in order to decipher.
6:30AM, hellish seeing as I had not only had 5 and a half hours sleep, and I rose unwillingly.
The bloody thing was actually sneering at me from the corner, looking at me with these eyes that said 'I hope you fail.' Fuck you book!
So I grabbed it and I power read my way through to 7:30. My concentration was not enough,however, and I still have 10 pages to work through. I did not finish until around two minutes before the exam commenced. But thank god I did.
Groggy, I have a headache. How will I ever understand and do this exam now? I have ruined my chances. I hate my life.
Stop panicking, Eleanor, you've done it already. You freak.
he exam wasn't even too bad, why was I worrying?! I'm retarded.
Anyway, gonna get my English teacher a present for when I leave, not sure what though. I just love her loads.
So yeah, relieved, almost as good as the reliefiosity described in the Louise Rennison novel. he he.
goodnight (:
Monday, 23 May 2011
panic!
I have my English literature exam tomorrow, and I'm bricking my life for it. I love English so much, and intend to carry it on at college, but if I fail at life tomorrow and breakdown or spontaneously combust or something then I think I'll have to just cry.
Quit life and become a druggy? I think so.
Anyway, I have not even re-read my To Kill a Mockingbird yet, and I have around two and a half hours to do so.
How do you read a book with a cat this cute on your lap, and your blog in front of you? Instead of channelling my panic through the soothing theory of reading, therefore eradicating my fears, I have decided to dwindle my time by another half an hour by writing about my panic to unsuspecting readers who don't even care.
If my question tomorrow is 'Why has Lee spent half the book blabbering on about insignificant nonsense?' then I'll probably be okay.
Don't get me wrong, I understand the political and social significance of this book, being a catalyst for the change in segregation and all that beautiful spiritual jazz, but I just haven't got the blithering time to read 100 more pages. The bloody trial only takes up like 50 pages. What is she doing for the other 250?!?!
Questioning the meaning of life........................... NOW.
Quit life and become a druggy? I think so.
Anyway, I have not even re-read my To Kill a Mockingbird yet, and I have around two and a half hours to do so.
How do you read a book with a cat this cute on your lap, and your blog in front of you? Instead of channelling my panic through the soothing theory of reading, therefore eradicating my fears, I have decided to dwindle my time by another half an hour by writing about my panic to unsuspecting readers who don't even care.
If my question tomorrow is 'Why has Lee spent half the book blabbering on about insignificant nonsense?' then I'll probably be okay.
Don't get me wrong, I understand the political and social significance of this book, being a catalyst for the change in segregation and all that beautiful spiritual jazz, but I just haven't got the blithering time to read 100 more pages. The bloody trial only takes up like 50 pages. What is she doing for the other 250?!?!
Questioning the meaning of life........................... NOW.
Saturday, 21 May 2011
there just isn't time in the day..
Wow, I am surprised at myself at how well I have done with revision and stuff.
I never thought I would be able to pull myself together this well, and actually become a real geek :)
I'm genuinely happy though, 'cause it means that I know that I can work when I really need to.
people can say what they want about me, I just really don' give a shit.
I like to think I'm quite an honest person about myself, I tell people I don't know so well about things that people wouldn't normally divulge. I like being like this, it makes me embarrassed, kind of, but in a good way. For example...
Whenever I think in my head for a moment 'this is so embarrassing' I just think 'WHO SAYS IT IS?' and carry on. Who on this earth has the right to determine whether something is 'embarrassing' or 'awkward', I'm too philosophical when it comes to these things. I just think, is being embarrassed really a thing, or is it just something that we as a race have created for ourselves? I don't know, but I'm not going to delve too deep into that.
The other day, I was infuriated. Fucking bitchy people, just do my twat in. They all think they're so good, but you know what? You all look like fucking low bastards. Being a bitch isn't a trait that anyone likes to see. I might be being a bitch myself right now, but it's not personally to anyone, I'm just venting my anger out. They look down on you, on everyone, like they own the place. When really, they're at the bottom of the heap, because they feel like they have to degrade other people, BEHIND THEIR BACKS in order to make themselves feel better about themselves. Just gets on my tits.
For some reason which cannot determine, I find myself buzzing my twat off for going to college. A new start is what I need, I just feel like everything is going to change, but in a good way.
I'm going to miss people though. There just isn't time in the day to say everything that I'm feeling about school at the moment, I'm so worried, this milestone is making me feel like my life is slipping away. I'm probably a bit too young to be thinking like this, but it's still a concern, and you know, when there's a concern, I will be concerned... Did that make sense?
Going now, bye.
I never thought I would be able to pull myself together this well, and actually become a real geek :)
I'm genuinely happy though, 'cause it means that I know that I can work when I really need to.
people can say what they want about me, I just really don' give a shit.
I like to think I'm quite an honest person about myself, I tell people I don't know so well about things that people wouldn't normally divulge. I like being like this, it makes me embarrassed, kind of, but in a good way. For example...
Whenever I think in my head for a moment 'this is so embarrassing' I just think 'WHO SAYS IT IS?' and carry on. Who on this earth has the right to determine whether something is 'embarrassing' or 'awkward', I'm too philosophical when it comes to these things. I just think, is being embarrassed really a thing, or is it just something that we as a race have created for ourselves? I don't know, but I'm not going to delve too deep into that.
The other day, I was infuriated. Fucking bitchy people, just do my twat in. They all think they're so good, but you know what? You all look like fucking low bastards. Being a bitch isn't a trait that anyone likes to see. I might be being a bitch myself right now, but it's not personally to anyone, I'm just venting my anger out. They look down on you, on everyone, like they own the place. When really, they're at the bottom of the heap, because they feel like they have to degrade other people, BEHIND THEIR BACKS in order to make themselves feel better about themselves. Just gets on my tits.
For some reason which cannot determine, I find myself buzzing my twat off for going to college. A new start is what I need, I just feel like everything is going to change, but in a good way.
I'm going to miss people though. There just isn't time in the day to say everything that I'm feeling about school at the moment, I'm so worried, this milestone is making me feel like my life is slipping away. I'm probably a bit too young to be thinking like this, but it's still a concern, and you know, when there's a concern, I will be concerned... Did that make sense?
Going now, bye.
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