was written on 28 October 2005
while listening to PCD: Loosen Up My Buttons
I'M BORED, HELP ME! It's half term, and to be honest i'd rather just be at college still. There's bugger-all to do, and nobody around to talk to.
The only reprieve I've had has been taking Ruby to the vets for her check-up, after being spayed - and i went shopping, Wednesday.
What else has happened since the last entry..?
Oh, our bus almost blew up on our way to college last week. It was almost as scary as the flight/near-crash-landing home from my holiday last month. I reckon it was all down to something that happened at the start of the journey.
The bus has to go down this industrial estate to drop off the mechanic-students, and then go 180 around a small roundabout to come back on itself, and head off to Bromsgrove. But anyways, we get to the small roundabout and the driver cant get round in one swing, so he is strugging to reverse and manoeuvre, and he's causing a roadblock for about 5 cars waiting. The bus is all creeking and static for some time, until FINALLY we move off.
Sometime later - about 10 minutes or so - we're halfway down the dual carriageway, and then people behind us on the bus are shouting "What the fuck is that?!", so i turn around to see all this smoke rising from the aisle, and I just thought 'What the fuck, has someone let off a smoke bomb or something?'. Then this repulsive smell starts burning the back of my throat, and no sooner is everyone in a mild state of panic, this bright blue liquid starts bubbling out of the floor of the bus, and then it runs all over the place, and heads down the bus towards everyone.. By this time me and Sarah - who was sat next to me - had jumped up onto the seat and were trying to balance while the bus was still moving, and everyone else was screaming and climbing on the chairs. I remember loads of people screaming at the bus driver to stop the bus, and everyone was starting to freak out thinking the bus might blow up or catch fire.
It seemed the driver took ages to pull over, but when he finally did people were refusing to step over the liquid on the floor incase it was harmful. But yeah, so we all got off and had to wait around for someone to come and fix the bus. My hands were shaking but I managed to laugh that we didn't die. Anyways, so some dude came and turned one of the fittings off underneath the bus - it must've just overheated from the bodged attempt to reverse earlier.
Turned out we had to get back on the same bus to continue the journey. Everyone filled the bus from front to back, which normally everyone races to get the back seats.
We were over half an hour late for college, but it was funny telling Kerry - our tutor - that our bus almost exploded, or rather, we told her it did explode!
"I think she's starting to suspect something.." - to quote What Lies Beneath/Scary Movie 2 (don't ask, it just kinda fits)!
Who..?
My bloody mother, of course! She keeps saying sarcastic shit about me and Katy again. The other day she said she'd be worried if I came home and told her I was dating a black guy, and she'd also be worried if I came home and told her that me and Katy were "LoVeRs".. she even said it the way Peter Kay says his Nana says "Lesbians" under her breath.. if you've ever seen that sketch - The 'Guess who's dead?' sketch?
But aside from that she keeps bringing up Katy and her "Fanny Friend" as she called Dom last week, asking if Dom feels threatened by me, or worries what me and Katy might get up to. I tell you it's getting right on my tits now. I have the urge to just blurt it out when she's mid-rant, and just be like "Yeah, well I like girls, Mum!"
Old people, eh? I'll never understand them.
Oh, and another thing she keeps on about lately is the fact that her and Guff were talking 'in general' about buying a shared house together - just as a thought. And then she's like "How would you feel about that?" and I basically just told her that i wouldn't live with them, i'd move out if it came to that. She doesn't understand why, and I doubt she ever will, no matter how hard I try to explain that Geoff just fucks me off. He just has to breathe and I wanna stab him repeatedly with anything I can grab a hold of.
He's such a greedy sack of shit. He searches the cupboards and the fridge for something to eat, and he hints to my mum that he wants something to eat - despite it being almost 10pm, and he's already had his dinner at home. And he makes the grossest noises when he eats. Like last night, he was searching for this pasta stuff he fancied, and he was like asking me where it was, which I knew where it was leading to, cos he's a fat fucking sponge. He repulses me. But anywho, so I told him, which there was no point in leading him in the wrong direction cos he'd have found it himself anyways.. and then he was completely useless at even boiling the fucking pasta and reading the label on the sauce. So I helped him, for fear he may blow something up in his stupidity.
Anyways, so then I had him sitting at the table with me as I did my Art homework, and he's all slurping and making icky soggy chewing noises.
Of course, I spoke my mind to my mum about him. I was just like "He eats more out of this house than I do, he should contribute the amount he puts away". To which she always has a sodding answer, she's like "Well he takes me out for meals, so he can eat here". Fair enough if he's eating WITH THE REST OF US, but he's having his own separate meals, and it's not like he's not got anything to eat in his own damn house - he still lives with his parents; or rather they live with him - and his mum cooks his dinner and does his laundry, he does fuck all cept work and spend his money on himself. Fat prick. I hope his arteries pack in.
So yeah, back to them 'moving in together', which now it seems is more than just a passing thought, but they may eventually do it. I couldn't care if it's when I go to Uni - IF I get to Uni - cos I'll probably be in residence, and only visit at weekends etc. But if it goes ahead while I'm still living at home then I sure as hell wont stick around. He grates on my nerves, I just don't have time or desire to talk to him.
I also said to my mum that if they moved in together I'd run away and never come and visit - as a joke.. cept I'd avoid visitng when he's around. And then the next day she brought up my comment and asked why, then she said she'd hire a private detective to hunt me down and get me to come home. Which led me to question all the times we've argued to the point she screams at me "If you don't like it, you can pack your bags and live somewhere else - see how you like that!" And I said to her "So you'd never really make me move out, it's just a threat to shut me up!" to which she said "Of course i'd never chuck you out". So now my boundaries have gotten wider.. freedom of speech, at last!
I think that's all I've got to say. I guess I'll o back to being bored now.
Oh, Ruby tried to get in the shower with me the other day. I left the bathroom door open, as everyone was at work. Ruby comes in and she's watching me through the partition, then she jumps on the side of the bath and just clings to it as she watches me shower. What a pervy cat!
Anywho, so i got out the shower and she was still there when i came back in the bathroom, so I got a picture of it.
And she tried it again today, so i sat down to block the water from splashing her, then she climbed down into the bath and climbed over my legs to sit and watch the shower spraying down. Then I put some bubbles on her head and she ran away, trying to shake them off.
Another funny thing - she goes outside and comes INSIDE to do a shit, then goes back out! I think she needs some guidance with that.
I sound like a crazy obsessed cat-lady.
I'll shut up.
Kisses x
