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Nov. 4th, 2001 06:14 pmWhere to start...
Let's start with, 'I'm not going to the London Meet'. It's tempting to make excuses along the lines of 'it was too much hassle', and to be honest it was partly that, but it's mostly that I'm just not in the right mood for it. (There's also a vague worry about the arrangements Sath's made for where we're staying, but even that, which was the excuse I've been using, isn't really it.) I would say that I'm just not in the mood to be sociable, but even that's not quite it.
This weekend was a complete disaster, as far as I can see. Helena seemed left out (because we aren't *really* her kind of people, and so did stuff that was boring and incomprehensible to her), Sath and Naath took over the computer to read porn, I spent ages hole-punching the (insert something that shows how fed-up I was) out of a piece of notepaper. Sath got a black eye courtesy of Naath, and I organised an ice-pack for it (I say organised 'cos I didn't actually move... well, other ppl were nearer the kitchen, that's my excuse). We had a big argument trying to stop Helena watching TV, and then decided to go ahead with the Ravine stuff before Naath fell asleep at midnight, a dreadful indictment of a sleepover. But Helena wouldn't do anything except whine about the TV like a littlekid, while we were insane around her (Sath carried her onto the Hatching Ground to stop the sand burning her feet, the 'gold' egg hatched out a bronze and the gold was on the other side of the Hatching Grounds so Sath /betweened/ there, Naath used far too much of the OP for making ppl forget Sath doing stuff S'phe oughtn't be able to do, and for rescuing Sath, Helena and the gold hatchling eventually named Teeveeth from the Hatching Grounds, and for Travelling back and forth to her weyr, and naturally Naath had to insist the weyrlingmasters were being dodgy even tho it's entirely out of character for them, and ditto Da'an and Sandoval in the corridor when Da'an tried to rescue the poor ickle gold hatchling. Eventually we got Teeveeth to the Weyrling Barracks and gave up on the 'story', and just went to sleep - this was about 1am, when we finally got Helena to shut up. Eventually in the morning we gave in but just watched a Voyager episode, which Helena also complained about, 'cos she thinks ST is 'cheap and boring' and worse than SW 'cos of less big explosions. No-one killed her for this, suprisingly. We then sat around a bit more, spodded and ate, and then Sath and Helena left on the next train. And I missed church for *this*. Blah.
But anyway, after that I cried a bit and then went for a walk with my parents and felt a lot better. Can't sustain anything but blank for long it seems.
And I'm not going to the London Meet 'cos I need a weekend next weekend which won't make me fed up with life - which the Meet might not, but then again it might.
Let's start with, 'I'm not going to the London Meet'. It's tempting to make excuses along the lines of 'it was too much hassle', and to be honest it was partly that, but it's mostly that I'm just not in the right mood for it. (There's also a vague worry about the arrangements Sath's made for where we're staying, but even that, which was the excuse I've been using, isn't really it.) I would say that I'm just not in the mood to be sociable, but even that's not quite it.
This weekend was a complete disaster, as far as I can see. Helena seemed left out (because we aren't *really* her kind of people, and so did stuff that was boring and incomprehensible to her), Sath and Naath took over the computer to read porn, I spent ages hole-punching the (insert something that shows how fed-up I was) out of a piece of notepaper. Sath got a black eye courtesy of Naath, and I organised an ice-pack for it (I say organised 'cos I didn't actually move... well, other ppl were nearer the kitchen, that's my excuse). We had a big argument trying to stop Helena watching TV, and then decided to go ahead with the Ravine stuff before Naath fell asleep at midnight, a dreadful indictment of a sleepover. But Helena wouldn't do anything except whine about the TV like a littlekid, while we were insane around her (Sath carried her onto the Hatching Ground to stop the sand burning her feet, the 'gold' egg hatched out a bronze and the gold was on the other side of the Hatching Grounds so Sath /betweened/ there, Naath used far too much of the OP for making ppl forget Sath doing stuff S'phe oughtn't be able to do, and for rescuing Sath, Helena and the gold hatchling eventually named Teeveeth from the Hatching Grounds, and for Travelling back and forth to her weyr, and naturally Naath had to insist the weyrlingmasters were being dodgy even tho it's entirely out of character for them, and ditto Da'an and Sandoval in the corridor when Da'an tried to rescue the poor ickle gold hatchling. Eventually we got Teeveeth to the Weyrling Barracks and gave up on the 'story', and just went to sleep - this was about 1am, when we finally got Helena to shut up. Eventually in the morning we gave in but just watched a Voyager episode, which Helena also complained about, 'cos she thinks ST is 'cheap and boring' and worse than SW 'cos of less big explosions. No-one killed her for this, suprisingly. We then sat around a bit more, spodded and ate, and then Sath and Helena left on the next train. And I missed church for *this*. Blah.
But anyway, after that I cried a bit and then went for a walk with my parents and felt a lot better. Can't sustain anything but blank for long it seems.
And I'm not going to the London Meet 'cos I need a weekend next weekend which won't make me fed up with life - which the Meet might not, but then again it might.
