Yes, I am alive, and Yes, I am in the right country now...
I'm baaack!!Not that anyone really knows yet, I was supposed to tell some people so we could arrange get togethers and so on, but I haven't been bothered. Even my own mother was unsure which country I was in last time she called ("Where are ya?" "Err...Dave's." *sounds shocked* "Oh!") It's kinda fun in a way I suppose, I'm sort of invisible, I'm not in France but I'm not in England as far as anyone knows either. Ooh, I'm missing.
Suppose I'm not now though, if people end up reading this. OK, game's up, I'm hiding out at Dave's, so now you know.
Quick recap of the past couple of weeks then. I'd go into detail about Dave coming over but to be honest his blog on it is going to be miles bigger than mine, so just read his if you're interested. My last day at school was... disappointing I suppose. As I mentioned in my last blog, the vast majority of my kids were in exams, so I only had one class the last day. They were my best class though, and we had food and stuff n I got a couple of email addresses. I cried when the lesson finished (not in front of the kids though), and then cried when I got home, recieved bugger all sympathy from Dave. I then had to go back to school to collect some forms and hand my keys in. So I went to the deputy head.
"So, err, who do I give my keys to?"
"Oh, erm, I'll take them, but, erm, why?"
"...Pardon?"
"Your keys..."
"I'm leaving today, in fact, I'm leaving right now, this second...."
"Oh, no, I didn't know that, it's today..? Oh, well, thanks for all your work here....bye!"
Dunno why I bother.
Had a nice couple of days in France before we left, the weather suddenly got scorchingly hot so we took a few nice days out. The best day was when Dave and I met up with Tom and Juliette and had a picnic. It was a gorgeous place and the weather was brilliant (needless to say, my transparent skin was burned in minutes) Took some lovely photos there too. Then we went for a meal in St Michel, since it was my last time, and we sat outside. It was just.... lovely. It's what summer in Paris is all about I suppose - and I'm not going to be there for the main bit of summer. Boo!
Then after that I had to say goodbye to Tom n Jules. That was hard. I'm so useless at goodbyes, I never know what to say. So it was just big hugs and all the usual stuff, then we went our seperate ways. I at least had the dignity to wait til we turned the corner before I cried, though that was difficult. Which reminds me, I was supposed to email her at some point....
Next day I cleared out my room and we headed off to the airport. Our bags were unbearably heavy, and the weather that the day before had been so welcoming and fun, was now sweltering and sticky. We got to the airport, were told we might not be able to get on our flight due to it being overbooked (how can they let that happen?? Are they frickin stupid or what?) So we had to wait around in case there were any spare seats. I was fine about it, surprisingly, but Dave snapped at me a few times, and then had to apologise. Dunno where it became my fault, but that's men and moods for you. Eventually, we got on the plane, had a seat and everything, and got in to London. Missed our train. Snuck onto the next one, ticket-man didn't even check the time on our tickets. Eventualy got home at.... I don't remember. It was late, that's all.
So the next few days were spent sleeping off all that, recovering our achey backs and shoulders. And that's when I got ill. Obviously all the stress caught up with me and I was knocked out with cold and a bit of a cough. And general tiredness. So over this past weekend I've stayed as near to the bed as possible, with hot drinks and a bog roll up each nostril, munching on sudofeds.
Dave has abandoned me. OK, so he bought me Sims 2 as a kinda "welcome home" pressie, and he did take me shopping and bought me some clothes and a nice pair of shoes that even he liked, and he didn't complain once when I was snotting and sneezing all over him (I'm all better now by the way) But now he's upped and left me. He's got loads of exams this week and next week so he's been collaborating with his CS buddies and "revising" - which means, playing Pro Evo, eating take-away, watching Top Gear... pretty much anything except revision. And today he's gone with Alex to London to see QI being filmed I think. Before anyone asks, no I didn't want to go. I try to avoid London as much as possible.
Soooo I've been doing nothing but play Sims 2. I am a sad losery person, but I love love LOVE this game!! And I know I'm not alone, Laura's just as sad!! Maybe we should get together and form a Sad Losery Sim club or something. We could have matching t-shirts. And Dave's just as addicted, he's just a bit too busy for it at the moment. Inside though, he's thinking of names for our sims' kids and is picking out furniture (yep, he's made sims of me and him). Maybe any other sad losery sim addicts could leave me a comment, just so we know we're definately not alone....
I was going to end this blog with a complaint about a crappy book I just finished reading, but I can't be arsed. This is already too long and I'm getting Sims withdrawal symptoms *shakes*
Tata for now.
posted by Kim @ 5/09/2006 02:27:00 pm
3 Comments:
Welcome back home Kim! :)
P.S. I need you to come back and correct my music taste...
Oh so you admit it now, you're taste in music is awful?? Glad to hear it.
Though I do still stand by my previous comment: That you are, indeed, a musical whore.
Of course if you want to get tickets for Download and get a proper musical education, go ahead. We have a tent you n Ross can share!
I ADMIT IT!!! I'm a sad losery sim addict, i feel so dirty it hurts!!! i've not got sims 2!!! beat me! i must be punished!!! chase me oh cactus master!!!
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