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Monday, September 11th, 2006
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2:12a - Home
After so long in Hazel House, I'd forgotten what life was like here. It's different from when I came home from Williamson, because this time, I'm actually coming from a house as well. Thus, I noticed more readily the chaotic untidiness present here. I'm using this time as a break, but for all the lack of necesseties there are, I'm finding a few things rather upsetting.
For one thing, my mother is somewhat worse than the last time I was here a while. I have to be careful while talking to her, because she doesn't always follow conversations, even to the level she used to. She also tends to raise her voice when there is no call for it, because she misreads things. It's quite sad in a way. On the other hand, I'm finding that my father is increasingly easier to talk to. Maybe I'm just appreciating intellectual company.
Speaking of intellectualism, I'd also forgotten how droll so much of television can be. I like to watch programmes which let me think, rather than thinking for me, or avoiding all thought altogether. I watched one such programme tonight, although it was hardly a happy one: the first half of the long (over 7 hours) drama of the events leading up to what happened five years ago today. It's the case that you can't leave the room for a minute, and know what happened while you were out. It's political, too, but I'm trying to avoid overthinking that side.
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My brother is a big problem. He turns 16 today, but he's still being a complete Brat, the one exception having been when I came here with Holly after Amecon. I had hoped he'd improved, but since I came back, he's been closing my programmes with no warning after demanding his way onto the PC to play games. Worse than that, he knocked me when I had a cup of coffee earlier, sending it spilling over the table, and his excuse? 'You're retarded'. Oh, how mature you are, darling sibling of mine ¬_¬
He's lazy, and messy, to dangerous extents. The area around the main computer here has become a mountain of his junk: the whole area is full of over 30 empty coke bottles, crisp packets and the like. Papers and clothes are scrunched up into this chaotic pile, and the computer chair sits somewhere within it, like a ship on a sea of storms. We keep telling him to tidy it, but he ignores us, and it's grown really bad as of late, affecting me directly. I sat down here, and heard a crack. I reached down to find out what had been broken this time, and felt a short pain before realising I needed to get to a sink fast.
Really, I don't think I've ever seen myself bleed that quickly. The cut was shallow, but it was like a waterfall for the first few minutes. Yes, the crack came from broken glass. We can't work out where the glass has come from, but to be sure, I moved the parts of the mess under the chair. It took me five minutes, and that's given that I only moved it to the nearby shelf, and that there's still a load of rubbish there now. I was horrified to find three CDs neatly snapped into three bits, no doubt from the chair, or just my brother, who walks around his mess mountain in football boots. One of the CDs was a photo programme I never used, another was my brother's expensive new Football Manager game he got for Christmas, and the last was one of my burnt CDs, of what, I will now never know.
Not that he'll care at all.
And now, I'm having trouble typing, because my left typing finger is wrapped in a large plaster. I'll be glad to get back to Hazel, with its much lesser mess, and the spiders. I'm actually missing them now...
current mood:  annoyed
current music: The Byrds - Mr Tambourine Man (8 comments |comment on this)
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11:13p - Nine Eleven
Okay, so Elle is actually going to get political. I normally refrain from making political statements, largely because of my belief in the subjectivity of politics, and my tendancy to swing both ways to end up centre-left on average. It's going to be fairly long, though, and the post covers a range of topics, from my memory of that day five years ago, to my belief on what 9-11 should be, to my thoughts on anti-terrorism meausures and the Iraq war. I don't source my statements, because this is mainly personal, but you're welcome to correct me if I say anything blatantly wrong.
( Memories, Philosophies and International Politics )
current mood:  thoughtful
current music: Donkey Kong Country 2 - Web Woods (19 comments |comment on this)
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