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Jan. 27th, 2005 09:17 amOk so it's actually way too early for my brain to function this morning due to my plans for reasonably early sleep being disrupted (again) by the insistance of people talking at me while I'm trying to sleep. Now any other time I'd WANT to talk and all I'd be getting were snores...MEN! The lack of a Rion, also not exactly anything new, I know it was my ast day home and stuff and I wanted to snuggle, I also wanted someone I feel more able to rant to, someone who will actually snuggle me and give me advice on dealing. Now don't get me wrong, I appreciate the offer of a Lev or a Rob rescuing me if it gets too much and I will seriously consider taking it for my own sanity never mind keeping a decent relationship with my parents.
Let me go back a little way and explain; I was intending on getting the same train home that I usually get, leaves at 2.24 gets in at 4.52 (assuming the damn thing is actually on time for once). We had a slight problem with our computer yesterday (*incoherent grumblings about viruses*) and I wasn't sure when I'd be able to get online to get times, this being the case I left a very nice message on my parents' answerphone (it had to be the answerphone because SOMEONE *glares at father* was online. So, we finish sorting the virus and since I've heard nothing from the parental units I hop ol and write down the times for that train. When the phone call finally does arrive I get a very abrupt greeting, the conversation just went downhill from there, let's see, something like:
"What's this about your computer having a virus and you not being able to get to the station to get times?"
"No, I said I couldn't get online to check times. I've had more things to do today than go to the train station. It's sorted now though."
"So what timeare you coming home?"
"I should be getting in at 4.52."
"Oh." Reels off times for that train which I can't be bothered to type here.
"Yes, that one."
"What's wrong with the one that leaves two hours earlier?"
Sarcastic tone comes out "But that would mean I have to get up early"
"Awwww" - about as sympathetic as I sound when someone has a hangover. "Well if you get that one we can garauntee you'll be home early enough for us to cook dinner."
"Oh, we usually seem to do fish and chips or indian or something the night I come home."
"The Indian's shut at the moment."
"Well I'll just have to come home two hours earlier then won't I?!"
"Yes"
At about that point he went to see if my mum wanted to talk, she called back later and the last comment in the background was "Ask her if she's got a job yet."
He just doesn't get it, doesn't seem to understand that I have a life or plans that I might have made for those extra two hours. He wants me to have a job and everything but I'm still expected to fit in with his plans at the first hint of the fact that I might be coming home! What he didn't deign to tell me was the reason that we're not going out; they're on an economy drive having just sorted out their monthly finances and realised that they're spending more than they have coming in - welcome to the world again! Half of it is probably the electricity bill from him being online most of the day and constantly leaving the computer on!
See I wouldn't mind if he just treated me like another human being for once rather than just his daughter. So there it is, if anyone gets a phone call begging them to rescue me it's because I've had enough and there's a major explosion brewing...at least I have the PMS as an excuse this time...
I'm intending to get some work done while I'm there though, I'm taking my flute, the Geyamir folder and what I've got of the second part to Goddess in Chains. I keep talking about how the place inspires me maybe I can actually put it to use for once! I'm debating taking my bead box with me as well, I might get at least one piece done while I'm home, nothing big just a few more circlets or something for Maelstrom, I've only got another month and a half before the next game so I should really get going if I'm planning on actually trying to sell anything. Maybe I can just keep my head down and avoid too much conversation - visits home are supposed to be relaxing for heavens' sake!
Perhaps I should actually start flashing - no not like that so get your minds out of the gutter! It inolves writing short stories under certain sets of conditions and can come up with all sorts of interesting stuff be it starting points for something else or something different, complete in itself. Whatever I do I need to get into the habit of doing it regularly, I was getting there with Geyamir then stuff happened and distracted me. I know I have the discipline to do stuff I just need an environment that I can do it in. It won't be so bad in the summer, I can hide in the park and work but this place just isn't conducive to it, I think it's a combination of cats that hate you reading/writing anything 'cos it means you're not taking nitice of them (Salem) and a total lack of privacy; there's nothing like being able to barricade yourself in your own room for a while with tea, chocolate and a note book....
Talking of tea *pouts* I have no milk this morning and I could really use a cup. Not fair! And I refuse to pay Virgin trains prices for it!
Oh well, I should think about being off, kittens need feeding and I'm sure there's SOMETHING I've not packed yet!
*pixie dust*
Let me go back a little way and explain; I was intending on getting the same train home that I usually get, leaves at 2.24 gets in at 4.52 (assuming the damn thing is actually on time for once). We had a slight problem with our computer yesterday (*incoherent grumblings about viruses*) and I wasn't sure when I'd be able to get online to get times, this being the case I left a very nice message on my parents' answerphone (it had to be the answerphone because SOMEONE *glares at father* was online. So, we finish sorting the virus and since I've heard nothing from the parental units I hop ol and write down the times for that train. When the phone call finally does arrive I get a very abrupt greeting, the conversation just went downhill from there, let's see, something like:
"What's this about your computer having a virus and you not being able to get to the station to get times?"
"No, I said I couldn't get online to check times. I've had more things to do today than go to the train station. It's sorted now though."
"So what timeare you coming home?"
"I should be getting in at 4.52."
"Oh." Reels off times for that train which I can't be bothered to type here.
"Yes, that one."
"What's wrong with the one that leaves two hours earlier?"
Sarcastic tone comes out "But that would mean I have to get up early"
"Awwww" - about as sympathetic as I sound when someone has a hangover. "Well if you get that one we can garauntee you'll be home early enough for us to cook dinner."
"Oh, we usually seem to do fish and chips or indian or something the night I come home."
"The Indian's shut at the moment."
"Well I'll just have to come home two hours earlier then won't I?!"
"Yes"
At about that point he went to see if my mum wanted to talk, she called back later and the last comment in the background was "Ask her if she's got a job yet."
He just doesn't get it, doesn't seem to understand that I have a life or plans that I might have made for those extra two hours. He wants me to have a job and everything but I'm still expected to fit in with his plans at the first hint of the fact that I might be coming home! What he didn't deign to tell me was the reason that we're not going out; they're on an economy drive having just sorted out their monthly finances and realised that they're spending more than they have coming in - welcome to the world again! Half of it is probably the electricity bill from him being online most of the day and constantly leaving the computer on!
See I wouldn't mind if he just treated me like another human being for once rather than just his daughter. So there it is, if anyone gets a phone call begging them to rescue me it's because I've had enough and there's a major explosion brewing...at least I have the PMS as an excuse this time...
I'm intending to get some work done while I'm there though, I'm taking my flute, the Geyamir folder and what I've got of the second part to Goddess in Chains. I keep talking about how the place inspires me maybe I can actually put it to use for once! I'm debating taking my bead box with me as well, I might get at least one piece done while I'm home, nothing big just a few more circlets or something for Maelstrom, I've only got another month and a half before the next game so I should really get going if I'm planning on actually trying to sell anything. Maybe I can just keep my head down and avoid too much conversation - visits home are supposed to be relaxing for heavens' sake!
Perhaps I should actually start flashing - no not like that so get your minds out of the gutter! It inolves writing short stories under certain sets of conditions and can come up with all sorts of interesting stuff be it starting points for something else or something different, complete in itself. Whatever I do I need to get into the habit of doing it regularly, I was getting there with Geyamir then stuff happened and distracted me. I know I have the discipline to do stuff I just need an environment that I can do it in. It won't be so bad in the summer, I can hide in the park and work but this place just isn't conducive to it, I think it's a combination of cats that hate you reading/writing anything 'cos it means you're not taking nitice of them (Salem) and a total lack of privacy; there's nothing like being able to barricade yourself in your own room for a while with tea, chocolate and a note book....
Talking of tea *pouts* I have no milk this morning and I could really use a cup. Not fair! And I refuse to pay Virgin trains prices for it!
Oh well, I should think about being off, kittens need feeding and I'm sure there's SOMETHING I've not packed yet!
*pixie dust*
