B-b-b-b-BACK! WITH A VENGEANCE!

I'm BACK! From GAMBIA! And I have ELEVEN BUG BITES! And they ITCH!

(Everyone says: Ooookay... yeah, hi, Amy...)

Seriously though, hi *waves*

I had a really good time in Gambia. I wrote an email to Sammy all about it because I checked my emails first, so I'm going to post the Gambia trip saga under ( this cut )

I read all the posts on my friends page that I missed since I was away and I love you all. You're all funny and fab etc ^-^ BTW, I'm going to put a list at the bottom of this post to say who's said they're coming to my birthday party and I want you to check if you're on there if you're coming and then tell me if I forgot so that I have it right. Ta. (If there is a question mark by your name it means it isn't 100% certain. As in you might not make it and you've told me so.)

Umm... think I don't have much to say other than about Gambia... had a new novel idea, but had better keep doing The Mourning Tree because it is my baby... OH! Anyone who writes, short story competition in SFX magazine, sci-fi/horror/fantasy, publication as prize! For more info either buy the mag or ask me.

The List:

Jenny (?)

Susan

Steve

Hollie

Emma (late)

Claire (Roberts)

Kat

Katie

Sammy, did you say you could come? I forget.

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Okay, so less upbeat than at midday. I am in a really foul mood this evening, thanks to the cock that is usually known as my father. (Steve, if you read this, this will serve as a better explanation than the rather floppy one I tried to give you this evening because I was choked with rage at Dad for being the aforementioned cock.)

It's sort of been an accumulative process...

I was trying to read my new SFX magazine in the front room, when Dad and Lucy came in and turned on the TV. That I can stand even though it's annoying, because the TV is in the front room and they can't watch it elsewhere. I could have moved if I could have been bothered. Then the phone rang and Dad had a long conversation with whoever about something I don't care about. Now, the thing about Dad is that he seems to think you have to shout for the other person to hear you. He is VERY LOUD. I've had very little alone-time the last week, when everything was quiet and people weren't there, which I like. So I went and closed the front room door, because he had wandered into the kitchen. Then he came back in after he was done and left the door open. Then the phone rang again, and being pissed off already, I shouted 'Bugger off!' at the ringing phone. Dad picked it up and it turned out to be Steve, ringing to see if I wanted to go out tonight. (More on this later.) Dad decided it would be funny to tell him that, before I had known it was him, I'd told him to bugger off. Steve misheard or something and thought Dad was saying I wanted Steve to bugger off. I couldn't give a good explanation because I was furious with Dad for being such a cock and Steve still sounded like he thought I wanted him to bugger off, which I didn't. Also, they were going out for a pub trip, which I would hate because pubs make me really uncomfortable and I don't like it at all. So I basically couldn't go unless I wanted to be miserable. Which sucked even more.

It doesn't help, of course, that those BASTARDS at Cardiff who promised me the same offer again as last year when I talked to them in the summer have asked me to get my A in Maths and B in English, a reverse of those two grades from last year's offer. Which I can't possibly do, because my maths is abysmal. BASTARDS BASTARDS BASTARDS! I have to ring them and see if I can get them to change it. So I'm tired and I'm pissed off and I want to be left alone. Electronic talking is fine, because then people aren't physically here to annoy me. But sometimes I wish my family would just piss off and leave me alone in a quiet house to do what I want to do without their lives getting in the way and making me not able to do what I want to do because Lucy's ill and all that shit.