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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Saturday, May 22, 2004
Don't you hate it when you're bored because you're too sodding bone-idle to find something to do? Or because you've done everything you wanted to already.
Fat Ass and Billy Zane were supposed to be staying with us this weekend - I have no doubt the weekend would be as traumatic as it always is whenever my sister stays with me*, but at least it's something to do
*The Trials of Fat Ass
Whenever, and I mean, whenever my sister stays with me - there's trauma. The kind of trauma that makes me feel like I'm the older sister by six years.
1. When I was living in my totally ace student house in Manchester (we were in student-heaven with this place-another time perhaps), and my sister wanted to stay over at mine, sleep on my floor, after a night out with some of her mates. She estimated she would be home about 1 or 2 in the morning. I set up her bed, so she could crash straight away, and went to sleep. I woke in the morning to find her bed empty, and to further discover she had not come back. No messages on my mobile, no messages from other housemates. Nothing. Started calling her mobile - no answer. Now, when things like this happen, you try very much not to panic and imagine the worst. But this was my 26 year old sister, who although terminally late for every appointment ever, is usually quite responsible. Maybe she just got too pissed and stayed at a mates? But she would have called, surely? And why was her phone unanswered - because she's been mugged and murdered and they STOLE her phone and she's dead in a gutter in Moss Side!. 1pm (bloody 1pm!) I finally get a phone call. Of course - she decided to stay at a friends.
Where are you?
Why didn't you call me?!
Why didn't you call me this morning instead of leaving me to wonder where you were after you didn't come home when you said you would?!
It suddenly became frightfully clear that I was going to become a very stressed mother one day - however, I did not appreciate being a stressed mother over a 26 year old who hadn't called because she "didn't want to wake me" - no, no, leaving me worrying for 6 hours is a much better solution than a loss of one minute's sleep.
2. Foolishly, I said she could stay again. Only this time - to be fair - she told me she had decided to stay at a friends well in advance of her due-home time. Except, that this time she did the reverse of the last story. 6am in the morning, there's banging at the front door. And a lifting of the lettebox and a "Hellooooooo"! echoing in the corridor. I'm a heavy sleeper and at the back of the house (yes, it was that big), so I don't hear. If I remember correctly, Tall Boy, ignored her. However, other housemate, whom I shall call Huggy Boobs, did hear, and let her in. Fat Ass was drunk and talking in the typical non-stop way the women in my family do when they've had a few - Huggy Boobs is NOT a morning person AT ALL. Already unimpressed by being woken up at 6am, now she had to listen to a housemate's sister talk at her. Sister didn't go to sleep until the hangover kicked in, sometime midday probably. Fun.
3. The first (and last) London stay over. My sister scooted down to London to join me at the Ali G premier (after demanding her right to a premier ticket for a year, purely on the grounds that she was my sister "so there" - I finally relented. The evening was good, although I left with a bruised arm from FA grabbing my arm every five minutes and going "Look, look over there!", only for me to catch sight of some actor from Holby City or fucking Hollyoaks. Next morning I went to work, leaving FA in the flat. A few hours into the morning, I get a call. "Your flat's flooding". I was certain for ages it was something she had done, but to her credit, it was a burst pipe from the flat above (though it took the Estate Agent a whole 12 hours before he would admit that was the case-cretin). I asked her to stay in the flat to wait for the fix-it guy, and also to keep an eye out in case any other leaks started. This is where the problem started, cause of course she had better things to do and sitting around my soggy flat wasn't one of them. Although I think the row started because she told me I should be more grateful that she had wasted her day doing this for me. I hate that. I hate being told when I should and shouldn't be grateful - I don't like being beholden to anyone, or having anyone beholden to me. I am a quietly grateful person, I don't gush or thank profusely, cause I find it embarassing, and usually fake in others. I will be grateful by returning favours, and doing other nice things. I will not however, be grateful just because I'm expected to be. Especially when she was being hypocritical anyway since I'd taken her out the night before. So we had a very big argument, that ended with me hanging up on her, and both of us complaining to our Momo for the rest of the day. We didn't speak to eachother for a month after that. Fun.
So I might have had some fun tales to tell from this weekend, but alas, all I have is me being bored. I got up this morning, went to the farmer's market, went to the building society, emailed a whole bunch of production accountants in job related stuff, and then sat down at 1pm with nothing else specific to do. Hmm. There's loads I could do, but I now have a lethargic cloud over my head that has left me sat here, talking about me sister, who most the time is a perfectly acceptable sister despite the stories. Especially now I know how to finish arguments with her. She gains momentum and ferocity the longer an argument goes on. Ignoring the argument, or making a rude irrelevant comment cuts off her tirade. I find "Bite me" to be especially effective.
4:05 pm
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