Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

I’ve just clicked my spine back into place, it felt good. I’ve been sitting at my desk watching Howl’s moving castle again. It was either that or repeat series one of Ghost in the Shell SAC. At the moment I really need the loo but I’d rather not go outside, I can hear them out there and I suspect they’ve been at the booze again. I encountered two girls who were a bit drunk a few days ago. They weren’t bad, violent or even disagreeable, I just didn’t want to be around them. It’s hard to describe and don’t think I’ve got a problem with them drinking because I don’t, if they want to drink that’s up to them. They just made me uncomfortable, a bit like when you’ve been looking around at the bus stop for example and accidentally caught someone’s eye and then they move in your direction. You don’t really want to converse with them and you’re terrified that they’ll want to converse with you and you start thinking what if he tries to rob me, what if he’s got a knife, what if he follows me, what if he...no, don’t think like that? I had a case like that once with an unusual gentleman, he seemed a bit strange and worried me quite a bit, especially when the bus was empty and sat next to me. I’d actually considered getting off at the next stop. It’s not that he seemed violent or aggressive but he just made me feel very uncomfortable. Luckily for me he got off at the next stop. All was good until I tried to get to the station a bit earlier to avoid him in case he was there and ended up encountering him again. After that I stopped going to the station for about a week and starting my journey home from the first stop after, as mum advised, because I told her about it, though I was planning to do that anyway. I didn’t encounter him again. But that’s kind of how it felt when I encountered those two girls a couple of days ago, I felt very uncomfortable and was glad to retreat to the safety of my room. It’s my haven here, protected by a Dalek and a Cyberman and a dragon , and my Eddie bear of course. I can still hear what’s going on but I can lock the door and no one can get in, unless they break it down or something. It feels safe in here, even though I can hear everything outside in the hall and when there’s a sudden loud noise sometimes it’s enough to make my heart pound (It makes me jump).
Did I tell you I started a new story, spur of the moment? No, I think that was my 20 minutes writing wasn’t it. Well, it was on the night that I saw the end of series one of Ghost in the Shell. I’d been doing my writing and had gotten into one of my philosophical moods like what’s out there, where are we going, the human mind is like a vast library that continually grows with everything we learn and if it could be possible for someone to read what’s n someone else’s library and could that person handle two library’s instead of one etc? Straight after I started writing. I didn’t even know what about at first. It developed into one about cyborgs. I tried that once or twice before when I first started watching series two but never finished. This managed to get to about 16 pages and three chapters (short chapters) before I stopped to sleep and even then I wanted to pick it up and keep writing. But the inspiration’s gone now and I’m struggling to fill in just one more chapter. Its so frustrating.
On another note, my radiator’s fixed, now it’s not so cold here, in fact it’s the opposite, it’s too hot .
One thing I don’t get though is why I decided to watch Howl’s Moving Castle again. I must quite like it, it seems, either that or I was extremely bored. I could’ve read but it keeps going over my head. There’s no way I’ll have read this book by Thursday and straight after that I have to get cracking on another while reading Jane Eyer which I haven’t even started. It’s a big book and I’ve got five weeks to read it and analyse it as well as everything else. It’s a nightmare and I haven’t even started yet. To top it all off it kind of feels like a holiday here at the moment, which explains why I watch films and cartoons all of the time. I dread to think what’d happen if I had a TV here, I’d never leave my room. Well, anything else, oh yes, I got my provisional licence today. I’m not planning on driving but it’s one of the forms of ID that most places accept. We’ll be getting a passport too, even though I doubt I’ll ever go abroad.
I think I’m in a spot of trouble, I’ve dropped some chocolate on the floor and it’s melted in, either that or it was the orangey centre of a mini Jaffa Cake, or both. It was sticky a while ago anyway. They’d better not make me pay for that.
Well, what else, oh I went home over the weekend, it was bucketing it down most of today and I got soaked. I couldn’t put my umbrella up because I had to carry my bag and my case. I’ve worked out that all in all, including the bus to the station (Which I had to take because of the rain) my total journey home and back came to 10 pounds. Then quid for three busses and two trains, even with oyster, though was paying full fare for the busses because a travel card would’ve put me back even more. It’s expensive going home and every time I go home I end up bringing back supplies, I’ve got canned fish and other canned goods, bacon, sausages (microwavable) and soup (Also microwavable) and don’t get me started on the snacks for in here. I had to take out two bottles of water because it was too heavy. I hate tap water, I hate all plain water but it’s cheaper to get it from the tap so by the end of the week I’ve filled up my old bottles from the sink and I’m grimacing with every drink.
Another thing I’ve noticed it that my older clothes seem to make me look younger than my more recent acquisitions. I wonder why. Well, I’ll let you all go now, there’s tons of other stuff I should be doing but just don’t seem able to do at the moment.

Bluebiird out.