Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Okay okay okay. Quite simply I couldn't be bothered. There was very little to comment on last week save for 2 things. They're quite big things but still.
Spent most of the week trying to do my essay. Completed it on wednesday (the 30th) and emailed it to my tutor because it'd get there quicker. Thought no more of it.
Thursday.
Looked at the letter they'd sent me (telling me I'd failed that bit and had to re do it by the 31st) and started to panic because it said I had to hand it in, physically go down there and hand it in. The thing is it's reasonably easy for me to go and hand it in, it's a bit of a journey but I can do it but we have people from all over the world attending our university so they couldn't all physically bring it in so I'd figured email'd be fine. But I statred to doubt it and got upset about it, worrying that I should've handed it in and I'd messed everything up. Got upset 3 times. Once when I tought of it, once on the phone to dad because he was spouting his usual do this do that that I never do, I hung up before I cried though and the last time was when mum got home. I don't normally let mum see me cry. I don't let anyone see, but this time I made an exception. Mum told me to email the school of arts office (where I was supposed to hand it in) explain the situation and offer to bring it in on friday (the 1st). I felt better after that.

Friday.
No reply. Got worried but not upset this time. Started doing what I normally do when the thought of the direction of my life comes up, dig up Tom and ***** about his life and stupidity to the panda (It's a big embroidery mum made when she was younger, it hangs above our mantlepiece and has for a very long time, longer than I've been around. I talk to himm because he's quite a prominent image on the wall. I don't actually talk to him but I adress my talking to him (I'm weird, I know, always have been and always will be)). When mum got home I told her that I'd had no reply and that I'd discovered the woman I'd sent the email to is only in mondays to wednesdays. Mum told me to email my tutor to explain it to him. I wasn't sure how to do it and then we got a phone call. Guess who from. Tom.
Mum left him to me and wrote out the email for me. From what I can remember of the conversation, he was in Cardiff helping out a friend. He hasn't had a job in ages and is now on benefits. He's 20 years old and he's already claiming benefits. That's never a good sign. It's an indication of the rest of his life. Oh, he has the nerve to ask if I have a love life, even though he already knows the answer I'll give him, what business is it of yours anyway. No I don't. The poor poor thing and I quote "hasn't had any" since he broke up with his "fiance" and I found out about that at Christmas.
I know it's evil but it's a human trait, learning of how downhill his life is makes me feel good about my boring existence, like how people laugh when someone gets hurt in a comedy. He's been doing a lot more drawing but the website he uploads to had been down for a month, oh dear, and he's still habging around his old characters a bit but his alter ego is a different form now, it's one he had earlier on but didn't use that much, well now his ideas focus on that character. He wondered if I'd be inclined to getting back to writing our old stories via email again. I don't want to do that. There were some good ideas and charaters but it was so time consuming and mostly it was **** and it just got so boring when he tried to put sex in every story. I'm a fantasy writer, I don't want to write about non stop shagging, which is what would have happened if he'd had his way. I've killed those characters, filed the away neatly. They were willing to go, I was running out of ideas for them anyway and they'd been going for a few years but their lives had run their courses so now they're neatly filed to make way for my new characters like Jen & co., Lillium & co. and Emily & co. My characters have evolved slightly, probably due to the amount of anime I watch . So I told Tom that I was done with those old characters, that they were dead and filed away. He wasn't happy but he knew there was nothing he could say to change my mind so he didn't try. He claims he's been trying to call my mobile but I wouldn't know since I changed phones at christmas and never turn the old one on. He wanted my new number but I claimed my phone's battery had rund down and wouldn't turn on for a while (it does do that but it actually ran down the day before and was fully charged when he called I just didn't want to give him it ). Afterwards I reviewed mum's email, altered it to sound like me, adding bits in and cutting bits out and I sent it. He got back very quickly, said it was okay and he'd let the orrice know he'd recieved my essay. I was so happy.
Also, this week, I stuck up some dragon decorations in my room. I've had them a while but never been able to put them up. Then I just decided to white tac them up. They're three dragons doing up, like those flying ducks you see on the walls of old peoples houses in films and all. Then I stuck another dragon on the door and hung a little jade dragon from his tail, it looks nice. That's it for last week really.

Bluebiird out.