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Friday was a bit better, got some stuff done. Nothing interesting. Saturday I did ChildLine and the new system was finally working. Well...we were using it, at any rate. It was fucking up in some magical ways, like sending through phonecalls while you were already on a chat - that was pretty genius. I did two chats and one proper call, that was it, and they were okay but I do have ishoos with chat, as does everyone. Mostly that you never feel as if you've really got anywhere in an hour.
Went home and on the way noticed an odd noise coming from my engine bay. Sounds from inside the car like a tape being rewound or fast-forwarded. From under the hood it's different - sometimes grinding, sometimes squealing. It was consistent the whole way home but since then it's been on and off, loud and quiet, different tones and pitches, you name it. We narrowed it down to the drivebelt area. I think it's the drivebelt, dad thinks it's a bearing in the water pump, but yesterday when I had some time to take it to the guy round the corner, the noise went almost not loud enough to hear, which was useless, so I still haven't had it checked out.
Got to Paul's like an hour early due to paranoia about a) getting stuck in traffic b) getting lost or c) breaking down. Unjustified paranoia, then. The boys were cool, as usual. Aidan and I tried to build the Eiffel tower out of Lego while Jonathan played the Wii [we didn't do a fantastic job, but it did at least go up] and then we all played jacks and Pogs and tried to build a model car I'd brought with me. They [mostly Aidan] tried to resist at bedtime, but I was mostly strict and they were in bed by nine fifteen. Not bad considering I only looked at my watch and went, "Oh shit," at five to nine. As I walked out Ade was still asking me questions, until I just went, "Night, Aidan," and he said, "Night!" and was quiet from then on.
Paul and Alison didn't get home till twenty past eleven, which was starting to worry me a bit because the play started at half seven. As it turned out, the play had finished at ten. They had been sat on the top floor of the NCP for fifty minutes without being able to move. Fuck that noise, my usual plan of parking in Digbeth and walking looks pretty good in comparison! They gave me £25, which I tried to refuse on the grounds that all I did was turn up and hang out with my cousins, and I wasn't expecting money, but they wouldn't have it.
Sunday I got up, watched a short version of qualifying [i.e. all the presenting bits, and the last few minutes of each session] and then the race. Just as the race ended Paul and his lot turned up along with Anne, I think to sort out some stuff about nanny, so the boys and I hung out for a bit again looking at videos on Youtube. If you're really bored and/or want to melt your brain, watch this. It's hypnotically awful and comes in several different languages. ['Tis old [in internet time], though, so I make no apologies if you're hip and cool and have already seen it.]
Later on a bit, Monkey turned up! It was awesome to just get to hang with him for like three hours and talk. I miss him so much, I try not to think about it that often because it makes me sad but dudes, he is my best friend for a reason. Just...we talk awesome, that is all. He has split up from Carly, lots of little differences of opinion over time and then basically her grandma didn't like him because he wasn't Jewish [she'd never met him] and he was pissed off that she was listening to her because she's nineteen and should be able to make up her own mind, and it just fell apart. He is also not doing too great generall because he still hasn't found a job but he doesn't know what he wants to do anyway. He feels like volunteering or travelling [which his parents have said they'd pay for him to do] would be standing still, even though he knows in the long run it would be progressive on his CV. I hope for his mental health he gets something soon because he is terrible at occupying himself. He's started going to the pub, which...is not his scene, but he's that desperate for human contact.
On Monday, I went to the Sea Life Centre with Mike! This was also awesome, cause I miss working with Mike. I'd just said we needed to hang out before I got swamped with uni and he got a new job [he actually had an interview for an admin job at The Vegan Society today, which sounded wicked] and he suggested there. It was cool. I especially like the poison dart frogs and the fish which flashed in the dark [seriously, friggin' weird if you're not expecting it]. After that we got baguettes [two dry salad, adventurous as] and then wandered around a bit. Had a bit too much fun in Holland and Barrett, haha. It was cool being with someone who just understands the vegan thing and you can share the awesomeness of fake ham and fake milk chocolate with.
Came home, fucked about a bit, went to Tesco. Phoned Helen and spent about an hour talking about how we hang around with people at college and uni who are perfectly nice to hang around with, but we will likely never contact again afterwards. And some other stuff.
Today I found it hard to get going. Went into uni at Perry Barr to see if I could get various things printed/photocopied, and pick up some books. Got a couple of books which is pretty shit, still have nowhere near enough but they're all checked out. Printing failed miserably because the computer room in the library was rammed, went to Edge where the librarian had said there was another room but couldn't find it, went over to Baker to use the fourth floor ones and they'd both been shut! I'm guessing cause they've moved stuff around, it's Media and English up there now instead of SW but I didn't know where any others were and I needed to leave so I did. I'll have to print tomorrow instead.
Came home and ate a sandwich and then went to school to collect Cam and Conner. We went swimming. Went first to Kingstanding and got told they're not open on Tuesdays. Fail...I asked if he knew if Wyndley was open, and the little pool was only open till four but the big pool was open till eight. We went there anyway, and found thankfully that Conner could just about stand on the bottom in the shallow end, so I only had to hang on to Cam. Had a good time, though it got pretty crowded after a while. They already had lessons going on in the little pool and the deep end laned off, and then they laned off more of the length for lessons as well. There was a woman using a hoist to get into the water and she was like a fairground attraction for the kids, haha, who thought being lowered into the water like that was amazing.
Since I got home I have eaten, synced my diary/calendar, and that's it. Terrible waste of time. Not as bad as last night though where I spent about three hours on Mumsnet. Far too addictive, that place.
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