Am home for a few weeks.

Mum was meant to be going to Tesco last night, but she didn't. I asked if she was going tonight, but no, the football was on. (Unfortunately, the rest of my family, like the rest of the world, are addicted to the World Cup. Dad is giving everyone who works for him the morning off tomorrow so they can watch the Sweden vs. Argentina match, due to its consequences for England's getting through to the next stage.)

So, due to a shortage of orange squash, I set off to Spar (a convenience store) to get some.

Moments after I left the house, it started raining.

And when I arrived at Spar, I realised it was only open until 8pm, and it was 8.05pm. So I had to go to Other Spar.

Now, I'm not really complaining, because since Brampton is so tiny, Other Spar is less than a minute's walk away from Spar.

But I wish I was a proper goth! Because if I was, I'd enyoj walking about in the rain.

Failing that, I wish I was a proper nu metaller! That way, I would always be wearing a hoodie, and have a means of protecting myself against the sky's treacherous droplets.

But nooooo. My preferences must lie in many areas. The sluts.

Alternatively (or rather, normally) I could just become a normal person who can use an umbrella without it instantly turning inside out on me. But me becoming normal? Impossible.

In other news, I ordered a couple of books a few weeks ago from Amazon.com. Normally I'd use Amazon.co.uk, but they didn't have what I wanted.

Yesterday morning, the doorbell rang. It was the postman with a heauge box from them. Then, about ten minutes later, the doorbell rang again, with an even heauger box. In the heauge box - and by heauge, I mean about 12' x 12' x 5', there was a book I'd ordered. It was A5 size and 36 pages long.

Heech. No wonder they charge so much for postage and packing!


The Rest Of June 2002

I'm sure I wrote some other journal entries during this month, but I seem to have lost them. But judging by the standard of the one above, they were probably v. boring so in the unlikely event that you were thinking about fretting, refrain, I tells ya!