Natasha (mod7th_nanarin) wrote, @ 2003-07-31 17:27:00

Wow it's insane how many times I've tried to post this
Hey-ho all. I decided to make my own "going away" post so that (if anyone wants) they can post here and not have to drown Scott's poor email box LOL.

It was so funny. I went into a bookstore looking for books and she was just dying... LOL she even showed me a book that's a spoof off of Harry Potter... something like Barry something... I don't remember the exact title but it was pretty funny. Their Albus Dumbledore (called something else) had eczema on his hands (LOL sounds like you when you're stressed Scott) I was like "Hmm I have eczema but on the back of my neck and insides of my elbows..." Oh the strangeness.

I also saw the funniest joke postcards and I was tempted to get them for a few of you... they were rather cheeky (what's sad is that my friend Joanna had to explain WHY there was a hole in the center of the card) and well yes... I'm sure you get the picture.

LOL And don't make me be a posting Hellhound all the way from over here people. I've noticed the Weasley post is dwindling and stopping... lol I really don't want to stalk people's emails...

Des--::counter-tackles:: Naturally I miss the rain in my own home. Go figure. I am also happy to hear that you made peace with your hallway-spider. I remember when we ran back to your house to get something you balked on the stairs for a few minutes LOL. And you'll have to tell me how Venezuela is when you get there! If you write your story down in your LJ can you email me the link (I'm assuming you probably won't want to directly link it to here) so I can read it? I am intrigued!

Anyway to the rest of you I hope you are all having wonderful summers... LOL even if no one responds to this I myself will probably respond to it just to update with random annectdotes that seem to fill my life... (LOL hell it'll be my own little journal)

And last an apology. Sorry if any of my posts (including this one) jumps around a bit... for some reason the cursor doesn't like to stay in one place. This computer is whacked out, I'm telling you. Though I am just relieved that it's working and I can write, ect. I shall talk to you all later.

~Natasha

P.S. Should I be amused that my friend's mom just stopped and asked me if I get withdrawl symptoms if I'm not on the computer? LOL Good god I'm being stalked here too!

forgotten_name 2003-08-01 15:34 (link)

Why yes I am replying to myself! But just to jot down a funny little escapade that happened to me and Joanna when we (and my mom and Uncle Geoff) popped over to my Auntie Edna (and Grandpa and Grandma and.. er two other people who I don't know (either great grandparents or great uncles or aunts) and got every weirded out by the way they did the dates... lol I was like "wait was his wife like 20 something when he died at 50 something??--evidentally Natasha is going to need oodles of help when she takes a Math class again (first in 2 years) come either Winter or Spring semester. Oh joy) So... oh right, anway we brought them all flowers (I think I picked out a nice bunch but I won't bore anyone whose reading or myself with the details--though I was quite fond of the white lillies--oh! and 20 beautiful roses for 5£! I was shocked LOL not that we bough them but they were so pretty) OKAY moving on with the story! (must remember not to tangent!) We brought them flowers but being the morbid girl that I am I wanted to explore (it's been... hmm... maybe 14 years since I've been to the graveyard... 2 years ago I didn't go to see the graveyard (that would've been my first visit to see my Aunt Edna there) cause I was stuck out with Joanna... I think that's when we were befriending cows but that's another story altogether) So I went off with my camera (the one with all the Expo film that I'm trying to finish up) and ran about looking for nifty old gravestones to take pictures of while profusely apologizing everytime my foot sank a bit lower than it should've when traipsing along the graves. Well I found this nifty one with an interesting inscription... if I'd had my bag with me (I left it in the car) I would've jotted it down, but I remember the girl herself was called May and had died at the age of 18 (year younger than me, and Joanna's age) But I remember the jist of the poem said something like "though we may not understand why this happened now, perhaps in the years we'll learn through our tears and come into understanding on the other side" or something like that... I dunno it interested me at any rate (on a random tangent quite a few children/baby graves as well... we didn't have a chance to get as far as the really old section but we saw graves up to 1860s) However, at the foot of this grave where (I'm assuming the coffin was) it was all overgrown with I guess a potted plant someone had left and like those flower holder things and also a bit of a broken gravestone (unfortunately this graveyard had been vandalized--we saw a pretty gravestone from 1917 that was all graffittied) And me with my little kodak camera was trying to get a good enough shot of it (damn those grey cloudy bright skies) So I was edging forward, trying to get into a position where there wouldn't be so much of glare when suddenly a little gnat or some bug flew by my face and I waved my hand--and at that same instant a brown bunny shot up out of the grave and scared the living daylights out of me and Joanna (Joanna herself sort of yelped and leapt away). LOL We were quite amused! And that was my round about story for the day! Beware of the bunnies the next time you wander in a graveyard! (even if it had the cutest little cottontail LOL) (Reply to this) (Thread)

slytherinqueen 2003-08-01 16:14 (link)

Bunnies?? You know . . . Someone very smart once told me that Bunnies aren't just cute like everyone supposes . .. You know . . .they have those floppy ears and twitchy little noses?? And whats with all the carrots?? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway?!? (Okay yes Natasha I am amusing myself . . . and Yes I do think that Anya is a reliable source) . . . I honestly think that I would have died . . . You know I feel like cotton tailed hell hippity hopping all over my sensitive flesh . . . And what kind of a bunny lives in a grave?!!? Not even the plotting vengeful bunnies in Watership Down lived in graves!!! I am so creeped out and am going to have scary bunny dreams . . . Tell me . . . did it have red eyes?? You can't trust those cute little cotton tails . . . ::hugs:: Jeans (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

forgotten_name 2003-08-01 16:51 (link)

LOL Yes bunny! Did you ever read Petter Rabbit? It sort of looked like him. That tawny brown with the snow-white bob tail! LOL and he had brown eyes... but boy did that bunny jet out of that grave thing! LOL Good grief me and Joanna leapt back LOL. I'll scan in a picture of the gravestone where the bunny popped out when I get home (and when I get my film developed LOL). And you have no idea how much those Anya quotes amused me LOL. And you know it's funny you mentioned Angelus because Joanna has on the door a picture of Angel... LOL should I be worried??? LOL (however I think it's blasphemous that Spike is rolled up on the side lol then again she is certainly lacking in wall space ::glancing around at the walls plastered with movie posters, old photograph posters, anime posters, and photographs and postcards LOL) It's a busy room let me tell you. And only be wary if the bunnies in your dreams are like Bunnicula!!! LOL (Did you ever read those books??? LOL) ~Natasha (err the priestess! LOL I forget now both us Natashas are in England.. how very very strange.) (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

slytherinqueen 2003-08-01 18:59 (link)

Peter Rabbit hippity hopped out of a grave?!?!? Wow . . . Thats . . . wrong? scary? creepy? evil? I don' know but it can't be good. Did I tell you that when I went to kick it with the hicks at the Placer County Fair I went in the bunny room . . . There was rabbit in there bigger than my bloody dog . . . I am so not kidding you . . . and while that isn't hard to do . . . Being that Spike is small . . . But this rabbit could probably eat my dog . . . It weighed 18 pounds!! That is two Spike's plus and extra 2 pounds!! thats like two spike's and my giant goldfish!! Anyway . . . Angel on the wall and Spike in the corner?!?!? blasphemy indeed. Bunnicula . . . yes ::shudder:: Bye bye Priestess talk to you later!! ::hugs:: Jeans (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	forgotten_name 2003-08-02 14:47 (link)
	Yes like Peter Rabbit. Be not afraid. And yes I've heard of those gigantic rabbits... are they lops? They tend to be gigantic. And they ears touch the floor! At least so I saw in a picture once! LOL I doubt they'd eat your Spike so don't be afraid. Glad I could leave you with that mental image! ::hugs:: ~Natasha (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

shackledking 2003-08-11 19:21 (link)

Rabbits are evil! My friend has like a farm (I swear... she has CHICKENS and everything) and she had a bunch of rabbits, and about two years ago I wanted to be cool like her so I convinced my parents into us getting two of the baby bunnies once the mommy bunny gave birth... there was this cute gray one and this tan one... well the tan one was an evil bitch and the the gray one ended up dying... but we didn't want the tan one to be all alone... so we got one from the pet store... it was this white bunny with red eyes, and it had issues... it had like random spasms - very scary. But they both ended up running away; not that I was too sad, I was scared of both of them by then... the tan one was the Evil Rabbit From Hell and the white one was creepy looking... yes, I am evil.. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: mod7th_nanarin 2003-08-13 11:18 (link)

LOL wow those are some bunny problems! I've only ever had two rabbits. One when I was a baby... like one year old, not even that called Mr. Rabbit and he was white and had red eyes but he ended up dying from something (I'm not entirely sure what)... then I got another bunny when I was 12 on Valentine's day and being the original child that I was I named him Valentine... lol he was white with brown tips of his ears and had cute markings... unfortunately he had a seisure when I was 14 and died a week after my birthday... most depressing. LOL. But as for that grave-nesting bunny--man! What's even creepier is that the picture I took of that grave came out all funny... My uncle say it's because I moved so I suppose it's my action shot... later on I'll post what it actually said since I can actually read the little rhyme which leads me to think she didn't die normally... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thecleverone 2003-08-01 23:31 (link)

LOL well I got too lazy to write it in my LJ. To make a long story short, I'm not used to coming home to an empty house so I found myself looking forward to seeing the hallway spider when I got home after work? How sick is that? A huge house with things to do and mess up and all I can look forward to was my spider. I call him "Spider". I think he likes it. Anyways, I told this to some people and they felt that I was getting a tad too pathetic and kidnapped me to take me to Denny's at 1 in the morning. That's another thing. I have stopped eating at home. Fast food is much more convient. (Reply to this) (Thread)

forgotten_name 2003-08-02 13:44 (link)

LMAO...oh my god Des you have left me utterly and completely speechless. I am so amused you have no idea. I was just busting up laughing. It must've been friendship at first sight--I remember how you two gazed at one another in the hallway--ah yes you were communing... or something. And for those of you psychos who were/are hoping to purchase Harry Potter Special Editions of book 5 it's coming in ... October 6th at about 30£. And may I say how scared I am by the Children's section? LOL And that they have sticker-puzzle Harry Potter books? I was laughing... oh and like pull out poster books??? Very very strange... And this is a bit out of order in my day but I dragged a seat over to the JRR Tolkien section of err... crap where was I? WH Smiths?? I don't think that that was the store I was in but I was just curious and oh my god. LOL there are 12 different Tolkien books and it's all very scary... from like book 6 to 8 it's the actual Lord of the Rings but there's no Hobbit in any of the other books and I'm not entirely sure what the rest of them are... and I must admit I am intrigued by the pretty covers (gotta keep me away from pretty things!) Anyway so I was sitting on this stool thing because I have bad knees and didn't feel like sitting on my knees Japanese style and this little 4 year old girl with her dad come in and she points at me and says to her dad "She's not supposed to sit there" and he was like "well,no she's not supposed to sit there but it's all right" and she came round to me and said "You're not supposed to sit there, that's for standing on" and I was trying sooooooooooooooo hard not to laugh and was like "ah ell, yes I'm not supposed to sit here am I? But I am so I'll just have to get told off." And the little girl was like "Yes they'll come and tell you off! You'll get in trouble!" and then she looked up at her dad proudly and announced "I knew you're not supposed to sit there" and me and Joanna were just dying and I was like "yes well 'll get a slap on the wrists and get kicked out of the store" lol. Dear god I'm being berrated by 4 year olds in England... LOL And earlier today we went... somewhere... I can't remember what it's called but it's a nice walk and I was there a few years ago (they have cows and sheep and down the road a very nice creamy ice cream shop) But anyway we went on a really long walk since it was a surprisingly pleasant day out today (clouds but you could see bits of blue sky... sort of like Southern California in late spring but a bit cooler) and we were walking along this little path with thistles and nettles (ah the bane of my childhood) heather and other plants that I won't bore you with the names of, when we saw these free ranging sheep... and rams with their little horns. Well evidentally a few months back Joanna and her mom (for some reason I'm still not too sure) were chased by a herd of stampeding sheep (I kid you not--how I wish I'd been there to see it) So anyway she was practically hiding behind me and her dad (who hse the sweetest Irish accent! I love it so) everytime we saw a ram... and what was hilarious was that they sort of stared at her LOL. She's convinced that there is a sheep mafia and that they are all out to become pitpockets and to kill us all... and she thinks they are strange in general. I still think they're pretty cute and the baby boy lamb we saw (shaved as he was--odd that most still had their full coats but we saw a handful that didn't) was just darling... but my friend Joanna is very strange--and on the sheep note my friend just popped in after watching the Muppets and said that they proved her theory that sheep are weird. I have been told, ladies and gentlemen. lol. And one last fun note about graveyards. I was chatting with my Uncle Paul the other night about when we went to Edinburgh in Scotland a few years back we went into this old, very gothic graveyard (with gravestones over a storey high) and he was saying that a few months after we left that they said they'd found traces of the Bubonic plague there in the graveyard LOL And that under the right circumstances and climate and what not that it could become active LOL. Isn't that lovely? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

forgotten_name 2003-08-03 16:23 (link)

Ah yes another day... did I mention that Sue is pregnant? (My soon to be Aunt I would suppose) nearly 6 months along... and she is FANATICAL about germs or bacteria. I'm not entirely sure which. But at any rate she checks the silverware and since everyone (save herself) at a roast (I myself had my happy fillet cooked rare as always) we had to be just as fanatical as her when it comes to washing hands... I mean I already am a religious hand-washer but good grief! Poor woman, goes to show the crazy-ness of women and their hormones come pregnancy. Seamus (and Julian) should be so happy that they're knocked up women aren't as ... obsessive about cleanlyness. As an example she couldn't eat this dessert because the waitress touched the spoon to high up and on the second spoon she also touched it too high up and then there was something wrong with the fork and wow... again I never ever want children. ::shudder:: Moving on... on the way back we passed what I assume was a cafe by the name of Hogshead. I thought that might amuse some of you... it was quite monochrome metalic-y and looked quite nice and was in Altrincham... (I hope I spelled that right... They pronounce it All-tring-ham--least that's what it sounds like to me American-ized ear LOL) Other than that... all I have to say is that I was disappointed in England's sunny weather--I wanted some rain! Those damned bright grey clouds that I detest so much! Not sunshine that gives me weird sun-tans due to my tank top!! Yeesh. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	shackledking 2003-08-11 20:25 (link)
	The Hogshead!! I saw that! And freaked out and took lots and lots of pictures! And nobody understood why I was so excited... even my own family was looking at me strangely! But yes... and people eating in it were very scared of the weird girl drifting toward it like a magnet... I wanted to see if I could find a DA meeting in there... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

forgotten_name 2003-08-04 18:24 (link)

Phew... well... if cells weren't enough to put this girl off of ever in a million-bajillion years from having children... Sue certainly is. My god she is beyond paranoid and obsessive compulsive. After dinner, because me and Joanna had had a Steak sandwich for dinner we had to not only wash our hands but also our arms because we touched the tale. Oh and we had to wash our mouths out as well. Oh and we weren't allowed to touch our handbags as well since whatever bacteria she thinks she sees might transfer onto our bags from our (soap-washed) hands and then onto her and then (miraculously) onto her unborn baby. She was even begging Paul to stop all the way back home so she could get out and wash her hands (again!) and they stopped at once place but there wasn't any soap in the bathroom and then he refused to stop the car the rest of the way home... and we weren't allowed to hug or kiss them good bye because... well we'd touched something that she wasn't sure where it had been. ::rolls eyes:: Oh and I forgot to mention that Sue, my Uncle Paul and my mom (because they were eating fish which is all right) sat at a completely different table to us... LOL I was feeling like we may as well be in Mercatt Street in Scotland--the one where they blocked and boarded up an entire street because a few of it's inhabitants had the black plague (so all those who didn't and were fine were basically left to starve to death)... I feel like I'm being quarentined... but I must remember she's pregnant and pregnant women are decidedly insane. But now that my rant is through I shall start at the beginning of my day rather than the slightly unpleasant end of it. We all went to Chatsworth Hall (no not the porn capital Chatsworth in California) in...Derbyshire I believe but don't any of you quote me on that until I have my little book thingee present and in front of me ... anyway we went to Chatsworth Hall where I think a part of Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice was filmed (I forget where the other half was filmed at) and though the Duke and Dutchesses who lived there never had any contact with Jane Austin the Warden we spoke to is convinced that this was the place Austin was writing about (a bit of pointless trivia)... Right so from the get go we had to be careful and everything since there were free roaming chickens and cows and sheep on the grounds (all of which big no-nos for pregnant women apparently... well I think it's really just their feces and none of us were mucking out the stalls but well... she's paranoid--putting it lightly) And we meandered about... It was nice and interesting (DES!! they had the coolest statues that were quite inspiring for a few picture ideas I told you about--and one rough sketch you saw!) The gardens were gorgeous and the weather was sunny... 91 degrees (ick what is WRONG with England?? I did not leave California to find California weather! I am most miffed though the British are loving it) Anyway I wandered off to take pictures of this... long stair case water fountain thing that people were paddling in and got distracted by a side road and saw the "walking Madonna" and these two old ladies walking by felt the need to point out that for a Madonna she had rather perky breasts (the face was old--it was crafted out of bronze--but in that chunky style--ohh yes my brain is switched off and I can't remember ANY technical terms) I think they were jealous personally (not of me). So I wandered on since my Uncle and Joanna wanted to take a wander in the maze and of course my intended short cut instead lead me to gigantic rubarb plants with leaves big enough to make me a good sized umbrella and a camera-shy pheasant--you would've laughed if you could've seen me trying to discreetly creep up on it while it tried to discreetly creep away. (Reply to this) (Thread)

forgotten_name 2003-08-04 18:54 (link)

And then of course I wandered down this path that lead through a tunnel... and all I could think about was the creepy guy we ran into right at the start who was a bit schizo and wouldn't stop saying "good morning ladies!" and then seemed perturbed when we weren't following him (this was when my Uncle Paul nipped to the loo) and I was like "gee won't my mom be thrilled if I get attacked by some psychopath off in some deserted worn paths... so anyway I had to carefully make my way through this tunnel that was dripping with water and was quite slippery (and me in completely flat shoes with no grip--luckily I didn't slip and fall) and finally made my way out... and had to backtrack completely until I found where everyone else was. We then (Paul, me and Joanna) then made our way (round about again) to the Maze... so we came to this gigantic hedges and figured that that was it and since we couldn't find an entrance we instead headed through the hole in the hedges that we could all just about slip through (Joanna in her white sundress, me in my black ripped skirt (supposed to be ripped))... of course we're wandering about comparing the maze to other mazes we've been... only to find out that we WEREN'T in the maze at all. Yes we are geniuses you can take us anywhere but out. Anyway we found the REAL maze a ways away and in the end were quite disappointed by how easily we were able to make our way through. (though Joanna did lead us through one short cut through the hedges--again) That's all of my Chatsworth Hall stories for today. However before I go round full circle--we stopped first at this pretty pub/restaurant called the bridge (on a bridge naturally) and across from a churchyard and graveyard (I've seen soooo many that I want to run round but because Sue's with us and because of the bubonic plague in the graves and whatnot and dirt and so forth I don't fancy being quartentined off anymore than I already am for being a steak-eating-19-year-old.) So anyway in the card I'd undone the clasp on my shoes and once we were out I paused by a stair to reclasp them... and this old shirtless man came over and said to me "Oh showing a bit of leg are you? Lovely leg you got there, show a little more" and then proceeded to try and open the door (which we'd already discovered was locked--hence why I was on my own again and everyone else was wandering around trying to find the front entrance) and he was like "oh it's locked isn't it" and I replied "apparently" and scurried away on my way... I mean he was probably half a foot shorter than me... but what IS IT with my weirdo magnet?!!?!! Ahem. So concludes my Monday. 18 more days to go and I have to say this is one of THE weirdest visits to England I've ever been on. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

mod7th_jeans 2003-08-05 14:53 (link)

once again note the pirate icon . . . I am sending Jack Sparrow along to help you with the weirdos . . . LOL So if my tally is correct . . . We have undead bunnies, madonnas with perky breasts, slippery tunnel-y places, mazes and non mazes, Security Guards who have channelled the spirit of Jane Austen and have insight into her writing, shirtless men who like legs, locked doors, 91 degree weather in England, schizos (can't forget the schizo), pregnant women with misophobia . . . All in all sounds grand Natasha! So glad to hear your having a great time! ::hugs:: Jeans . . . P.S. Did I miss anything? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

forgotten_name 2003-08-07 16:35 (link)

No I think you've captured my vacation perfectly actually... lol. It's been nuts. And I can't believe I forgot to mention this but on the way to Derbyshire we saw Elderly People crossing signs! I can't remember having seen them before but... I suppose where there is a need.... but on the other hand that makes me wonder how many elderly people have been mowed down by over-eager tourists?? Yikes. Let's see... Much drama this visit. It's not at all relaxing (not that I expected it to be) but... if it's not Sue with her paranoia on bacteria and her baby, Uncle Paul and Lynn and their on-going car difficulties (ahh the Kerry curse strikes again! lol), Slawka and her general scaryness compounding with her own mother problems (Nana as Joanna calls her... I have no idea what her real name is) and I had a scary run in with Slawka's younger sister and daughter whose gigantic!! Man I saw that kid when she was like 4 and now she's 13! I'm scared to see how big my second cousins are tomorrow... I'm off to Sheffield (soo can't spell) at any rate. Oh and yesterday we went back in town and saw strange men who were dressed up like police officers (we were debating whether they were trying to be Swedish or American... at any rate whatever accent they were attempting to pull off was just dreadful) and they had trashcans with police lights on the top and I think they were trying to be "fashion police" (I couldn't understand a word they were saying since they had their megaphones too close to their mouths) but at least they didn't comment about me or Joanna... by default we had to pass them three times... I swear to god they were following us. Scary men. I don't have any funny annecdotes really... unfortunately LOL. I'm sure tomorrow my back will be shattered after much wants of piggy-back rides and the sort... lol I am so not in shape for this at all... oi I dread children. Rain I have no idea how you do it! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	mod7th_nanarin 2003-08-10 07:08 (link)
	I have one thing to say: Never have I heard so much about my grandfather's testicles. And I have to say I have heard more about them (and his WWII woolen swim trunks) than I ever cared to. But really it's a story only my poor Uncle Paul can tell. I'm amazed he's not got mental scarring for life. LOL I know I would've. (Reply to this) (Thread)

forgotten_name 2003-08-10 20:50 (link)

Okay so Joanna and I were picking blackberries in this green across from her house. They have a forest which is nice but there is a gang (a rowdy group of boys... probably 16ish) who like to drink and litter the green and I suppose are just a nuisance. Right so we're picking blackberries and are happy at how many there are when we hear them walking up along the green and this was their comments: "Hey what are they doing?" "Ehh they're picking berries from the tree!" "Ewww they're eating them! That's nasty!" (because Joanna at this point just ate one--mind you it had rained an hour ago at that point in time!) So... lovely intelligent youth probably do not realize that the berries they may(or perhaps may not eat) come from trees... ::bangs head on the desk:: where do they think it comes from?! Plastic-wrapper land????! And... I went to a graveyard again! ::dances:: lot's of dead children though and many dead Pisces! I was amazed at the amount of people who died in March as well... and think thats all! And I'm fixing Joanna's computer with Scott's help so three cheers for him! Wee! (Reply to this) (Thread)

	dragontamer 2003-08-10 20:56 (link)
	Lol... plastic wrapper land. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: forgotten_name 2003-08-13 08:58 (link)
	LOL You would of course like that comment.... but seriously... Silly boys... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	animagus_me 2003-08-10 21:00 (link)
	Just a fast note is all, as I'm still reading it all over, and not sure if anyone has said it, but that book you mentioend, is oen i want. but cant find. BAH! it's called "Berry Trotter" it's surposs to be a real laugh riot! I jsut cant find it any where around here is all. Bah. but yeah i know what cha talking about!! (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: mod7th_nanarin 2003-08-13 08:56 (link)
	Barry Trotter and I think I already said this but if you want me to pick it up for you I will do. LOL. Just say the word. By the same Author/Company there's also "Bored with the Ring" or something of the sort--naturally a spoof of Lord of the Rings. Silly England. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	mod7th_nanarin 2003-08-13 12:31 (link)
	I just wanted to say I have much to update with but I fear I won't be able to update or really post until Friday evening and Saturday perhaps. Pity no? I hate not having a computer access easily at my hands and I think the man next to me is looking at women in bikinis... eek and man late night Channel 4 is really scary. (Reply to this) (Thread)

mod7th_nanarin 2003-08-14 07:39 (link)

Phew! Okay back! I have been able to run away to the Internet cafe! I am happy at how close-ish it is! It's a pleasant walk even if I do greatly dislike having to cross the street since I feel like an arse not knowing which direction to look -.-* It's a wonder I've not been mowed down by a car already. And this is random but Des may appreciate this (if she is reading this long rambling mod-ling travels journal) but my uncle (back when I was in Manchester) was listening to an Abba CD and I swear to god one of the lyrics sounded like they were singing "Marmaduke" and I kept thinking of you and your sister LOL. I t'was much amuse-ed and ... omg they were playing Madonna's "Like a Virgin"... Least I don't have the Moulin Rouge visuals to accompany it... lol funny/traumatizing as it may be... Right so I've already started this off by bouncing about... I have to say I've been inspired by the most random things this week... If it's not reading children's books that seem like very much more than children's books while in Oxford (taking a train from Manchester to Oxford was a pain let me tell you--especially since they said our train would be direct but then a stop away from the stop we needed to get on they told us we'd have to change trains... not fun with big heavy bags full of heavy hard back books). Right... so Oxford is where my Godmother lives and she has a 7 year old son (I am surrounded by children this trip it seems... I soooooooo don't know how to talk to children so I've just opted to speak to them normally... though I think my American accent throws them off on occasion or maybe it's the way I phrase things or the word differences or... hmm lol maybe it's just me). Anywho she lives in a gorgous old cottage with doorways that I have to stoop through to save from smacking my head on the door frame but I had a lovely time there--though tiring. While my mom and godmother were chatting up a storm (they are old model friends) and I was occasionally talking with her husband Nick or interjecting into the conversation in general but I saw Alec (the little boy) sort of looking bored as he clambered up and down his playset... so I felt bad and started playing soccer (or football as they call it here) with him ... and man he ran me ragged, and he had me play goalie at one point which I never liked doing back when I was 12 and luckily he hasn't learned how to get the ball up in the air so I got away with blocking with my legs... oh but then when we took a breather because it was ridiculously hot he got out his blue plastic tennis rackets and had me playing tennis! LOL man by the time we finished that his face was bright red and I stole away upstairs to the spare bedroom where i was sleeping and lay down for a bit... Children have too much energy. LOL. I am out of shape... It is not a good combination. Anyway they've always had dogs and cats but finally all their old dogs and cats have passed away... but they got a new dog. A poodle. But oh my god... I thought I hated poodle's but Oscar Wilde (that was the dog's name--they didn't give it to him but he already had it) is the cutest thing ever. He's like a big cat but oddly light and it's very strange to have a little black dog with 80's hair sitting on your lap. LOL He's such a sweetheart and I want one! Though it's a poodle! He's so soft too... lol. Oh and he was chasing the poor hedgehog in their garden at night and he scratched his nose on the spines the daft bat. Silly puppy. (Reply to this) (Thread)

mod7th_nanarin 2003-08-14 07:39 (link)

Also while at Oxford I saw on the bookshelf among other old books of poetry written in by a man in 1920s (like he wrote in the Wordsworth book so I wonder if he was like my godmother's grandfather or something?) I found The Little Prince. Now I've only ever read an excerpt from the story and heard my friends talking about how (this was back in High school) they'd had to read it in their French classes... so anyway I decided I wanted to read it and I did and oh my god that was soooooo depressing! LOL. I loved it though being the morbid child that I am but... wow. I also have to wonder if the author knew he was going to die when he wrote the story though since a year after the book was published in 1944 he died...food for thought. Oh and one other thing... why is it that all the 7 year old boys I know are really clever and smart for their age??? Not to mention articulate??? Are all 7 year olds this way and I'm just left in the dark in my only-child-ness??????? Tonight I get to see Les Miserables in the theatre which is a first for me (not seeing the play or seeing a play in general but seeing one in England rather... I am excited) As for other things I've done while in London I ran around the shops purchasing postcards and stamps, attempted to get online at an internetcafe that wouldn't let me by a ticket to get onto a computer (luckily this one is nice and not too far and I can walk to it--better than that lousy one) and er... I went to a pub they taught me how to play poker (I lost horribly LOL) and the waitress gave me an odd look when I ordered a coke. OH! TORI! I saw a guy at the counter of the bar when we walked in there and he looked EXACTLY like your Liam guy! LOL it was very scary. I had to refrain from staring I was like "whoa, the game comes to life...!" And Rachel I went on the Ripper walk! I had a good guy who was in a hat and shorts and funny leather sandled shoe things... LOL he was good though and I enjoyed it so thanks for telling me about it! And I believe that's all I have to say since I must now toodle off because I believe I am being dragged out to Harrods... that place is just too big. Anyway take care all! I shall most likely be on again Saturday and maybe Sunday... maybe Friday if I play my cards right... LOL it all depends because I'll be down in Kingston then... and I guess it depends on if I can squirrel myself away during my mom's friend's 60th birthday bash thing... I am scared. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	draco_ 2003-08-14 09:32 (link)
	60th birthday party bash? Good luck! -snickers- I'm amused at your child-surrounded-ness. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	forgotten_name 2003-08-15 19:16 (link)
	LOL as you should be! There is yet another one and his name is Tom as well! Only this Tom is younger than the other Tom. And I wrote a long reply in my reply mechanism in email but unfortunately it won't let me cut and paste it here nor will it let me post it via there. I hate technology. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

the_malfoy 2003-08-16 13:29 (link)

Ooh! You're seeing Les Miz! *jealous* Every time we passed by the theater I got really excited... my parents were just staring at me weird... but I did see My Fair Lady there which was awesome... but still! It's Les Miz! And it's not playing here anymore! *melodramatic sniffling* Okay I'm done. :-P Oh I think that's the guy I had. LOL, this is randomness... but if it was the same guy, he mentioned a company called "eatmyhandbagbitch"... well in Selfridges (I think it's on Oxford Street), on like the bottom floor, they have it there! LOL, we went there the first day (since we had like 8 hours before we were allowed to check into the hotel) and I took a picture of the sign and some evil lady came over and yelled at me for taking the pictures in the store... grr... LOL... more randomness (about Harrods this time! Yes I have a lot to say about the big department store things!)... a few days before I left, my aunt called just to randomly talk, and lucky me, I picked up the phone... so she was saying how she lived in England for a few months, and worked in like the cashmere sweater department in Harrods - she went off about cashmere sweaters for like an hour. So when we got there, my mom and I were wandering around... and we didn't even realize it, but we were standing around like surrounded by cashmere sweaters! It was rather amusing... my mom made a running dash for the door. Lol. But the people that worked there were annoying! The perfume people were like in movies... they stalk you with the perfume... one guy tried to get us to buy like the entire stock when all we wanted was a little thing of soap! Hehe, I rambled... but have er, fun at the 60th birthday bash! ;-) (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

forgotten_name 2003-08-16 14:53 (link)

LMAO I am amused that they stalked you in Harrods. My mom and I got lost--her claim is that everything is "different". She thought she and Amanda had done a model show up on the 4th floor (children's department) and Amanda was adamant that they'd done it on the 2nd floor... ::shakes head:: But yes it's gigantic. Did you see the display to Diana at the bottom of the Egyptian section? Purty flowers and these actual burning candles--LOL I couldn't help but think "ahh lawsuits if they did THAT in California"... same with in Les Miserables. Real candles! I was most impressed. But the Palace is an old theatre and I am sure they don't have fire alarms... or at least any visable. Again my mother was rambling about the romance of the old theatre and the wood carved designs of cherbus on the balconies and the ceilings--Amanda (my mom's friend since modeling days and who is very down to earth) chimed in with a "actually I think the seats are rather lumpy". ::shakes head:: Right so this 60th Birthday thing has started... the house is filled with the scent of all these gorgeous lillies and roses--and seafood... not the nicest combination if you ask me (then again I'm just not fond of the smell of prawns/shrimps or prawns/shrimps in general). Still it's like a floral shop in here. And I feel like a princess wandering up and down her million flights of stairs in what once was my Homecoming dress back in High School. But it's like the invasion of people 35+... which usually isn't SO bad only Jo (the woman whose birthday it is) for some reason has my school picture from when I was in the 3rd grade sitting on the landing and everyone knows me from that... so I'm not entirely sure who I am supposed to know or who just knows me from pictures... It's very confusing (I was actually here 10 years ago for her 50th birthday bash). It's all very strange... but I love her old Victorian house and that we're on the third floor with our own kitchenette and bathroom--LOL it was funny I was exploring the kitchen looking for vegetable oil for the women who were cooking (downstairs--but for some reason the food gets spread out in the numerous kitchens on the various floors--Jo turned this house into Bed and Breakfast at one point to have it pay for itself) and I found a fire escape... at first I thought it was a trelis... but you know I'd really hate to clamber down that! Anyway I really can't remember what I originally wrote and had erased by this non-pop-up computer and the cat Norman who last night took a stroll over the keyboard... so I'll leave it at that since I hear people gathering in the hall... I must attempt to socialize and get asked all those lovely generic questions about college, ect. ect. ect...... Maybe I can find Norman the ragdoll cat and just hide with him somewhere in a corner and write and draw..... Maybe. By the by--tomorrow I leave England and am in Paris, France. Don't know what my Internet access will be like. 6 more days I think... ~Natasha (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

mod7th_nanarin 2003-08-18 13:35 (link)

All right I must be quick (though most would argue that I do not know the meaning of the word--i.e. my mother). I am in Paris right now and I just walked up the 418ish stairs up the top of Notre Dame heard the gorgeous (but loud) bells toll (lucky me!) and have otherwise been pottering about the city... tomorrow I hope to be able to go down to the catacombs... Daddy says it makes sense that I am so interested in graveyards, cemeteries and the dead--lol he says it's his family's business. (we have our own Morgue/Temple thing down in Kyushu... unfortunately it's been modernized but still fascinating on the inside... lol there are graves like lockers sort of... but my description doesn't do it justice and that is a completely different tangent). Right so GETTING to Paris... well going back to England for a moment I survived the 60th bash, mostly remained unntoiced though I kept Jo's... I think brother (not sure) company and he was pleased to be sat betwix two "beautiful women". Anyway it was nice, lalala, okay so on the way to the airport Jo has this car that's supposed to help her with parking... i.e. it beeps when she gets too close to anything... only this stupid thing beeped while she was driving so at stop lights and if a car (or a fence!!) was too close to her this hideous beeping sound would ensue... I wanted to kill someone. The Paris airport looks like a catepillar. And now that the Parisians drive the right way (i.e. like the United States) I am no longer hyperventalating... though cab drivers here are pretty mean. And people need to wear deoderant and cologne and perfume or something, anything ESPECIALLY when it's this hot out!! And another complaint--why is it in Europe that everything is closed on Sunday and closes so early when it's the bleeding summer?!?! In California things are open until 7-11 at most places (malls ect.) And I mean they have twilight! Which means it's not truly dark until 10!!! ::sigh:: Oh and women speaking in French all sound the same to me. Same timbres same tones of their voices... Glad I don't have to listen out for any one in particular otherwise I should be horrendously confused. And I've noticed most French people have cooked themselves to a golden brown and they wear their hair in this near-dreadlock wildness that gives them a waif like appearance... very interesting and strange all at once. (yes I notice the weirdest things.) Anyway I must be off. Don't know when I'll be on again but I come home Friday! Des! I have a movie and a book you ought to read about India! Remind me later it's in my other journal book thing. ~Natasha (Reply to this) (Thread)

mod7th_nanarin 2003-08-20 13:59 (link)

First off... my daddy's flat is the ultimate stairmaster. 111 stairs in a winding spiral. Lovely. And I went to the Catacombs yesterday, it was deliciously cool and unfortunately I am afraid I shall have to elaborate at another time... my time here is up and they are closing the shop. Though I must quickly note that there is the most darling Calico (faded Calico) kitty here. And.... ew my mom just took a picture of me checking my email. My family is so strange. Natasha (Reply to this) (Thread)

	sfinnigan 2003-08-21 08:52 (link)
	Of you checking your email? -snicker- Who were you reading from? You have a picture with them! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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