Alexander Dickson

Silent Hill: Town of Unforgetable Memori
2002-09-12 03:25:18 (UTC)

Three days Till University

I'm lacking any creativity just now, it's 3.52am and I'm
very tired. People came to my house today. Its been a
while since people were at my house. Ian was here first,
came about 4pm. He did some random online things,
including the Schizo test thing. He got 16 on the fudged
up score system (The lowest score possible is 10, not 0)
which is the same as Christine. I got 31 and Ruth got 29.
Martin, Ruth's step brother or whatever, got 22. This
basically means that I'm the most messed up. I'm liking
the sound of that. Gave Ian the tapes with random
Buffy/Angel Episodes on them as well as his Turin Brakes
album. He did some other random tests. Ruth also turned up
after her dad gave her a lift here. We had pizza and
garlic bread. Well Ian didn't have garlic bread, he
doesn't like it. We did an online test which explained
which drunks we were. If memory serves Ian was a "Chunder
Monkey" which gives the description

"I can handle it, honest. No, I've had this much to drink
before and been fine, dandy. Hang on ... No, I'm all
right. Don't worry about it. I don't throw up when I'm
drunk." Cue technicolor yawn, chunky pastel efluvia being
expelled in rhythmic croaks and gushes."

Ruth was an "Angry Drunk" and I was the "Emotional Drunk",
they're both self explaintory. Its always funy when tests
prove to be accurate.

After a random episode of Buffy series 5 we went to
Christine's house. Major Disaster. Ruth and I aren't
exactly rays of sunshine normally but this month is what I
call "The Month of Discontent" namely because lots of
dates where deceased loved ones are concerned occur in
this month. Christine's house is too warm, heat gets to me
easily, makes me even more crabby than ever. Christine's
going through some stuff as well around this time. I need
to try and stop being bitchy all the time. It doesn't help
anyone but when you've spent the last 4 years bitching its
hard to break the habit. Learn to be nice and gain the
experience to gain the next level. I gave her hug and she
said something like "You really hate me, don't you?" Even
though I don't act like it a lot of the time, I love her
like a sister, or how I assume you're supposed to love a
sister since I've never had one.

Ruth came back to mine where she read some fics then went
home. She commented on the size of Auron's sword whilst I
was playing Final Fantasy X. I sniggered, there was
sighing, it was a fun moment. Ruth left about 2am maybe.
She got back home so the evils of the world haven't killed
her yet. Bed calls me so I shall allow it to devour me
once more. The feeling of dulled senses seems like a much
sought after release and, although only temporary, will be
much appreciated.




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