Duke of Ed. It's over. Thinking back, it sounds like fun. Even when I remember the horrible wet tent and the infestation of caterpillars and decompositioning toilets. Seriously, every charcoal streak on closer inspection turned out to be a caterpillar. And then when the slight drizzle turned into like a downpour, I remember freaking and going hysterical cos "THE CATERPILLARS ARE FALLING!" (from the ceiling corners of the toilet). My most vivid memory must be in the tent on the first night, raging and ranting about trangias, when my tent buddie was like, YOU BITCH to the zipper, cos lucky us, we got the tent with a broken zip. Hahaha. On the second night we played truth or dare with missbishop, went high afterwards cos we were..scared. We were sitting in the dark surrounded by trees with a FULL MOON and freaking eachother out. There was a random turkey bopping around, it was WIERD. And my friend has this deathly aversion to poultry..anyways it was WIERD. When we were dying on the "expedition" I was just thinking it was wierd, but everyone kept asking me if I was okay and eventually I stopped thinking about how wierd it was and started thinking I was OK.
Note: What is the point of poisonous mushrooms? They're not part of the food chain.. They're completely pointless.
Mygod I can't even remember the heaviness of the pack. I thought negative memories were meant to be the most vivid. You know, "Childhood cases of bullying are just as traumatic as a single case of molestation" Not even rape, just molestation.
Don't know where that came from, ANYWHO..
I didn't want to come home. I really didn't. I would've rather died in a hole there or something.
Eversince my mum came back she's been "caring" about me. Caring is like her justified form of invading my privacy. Constantly checking my internet history. Constantly rifling through my BIN. Coming in to say goodnight and checking under my mattress. For what!! My stash of hash?! The under-mattress has got to be the worst hiding place.
This is why I am blogging now on the god-sent that is internet explorer 8.
Advice #1: Don't use inprivate browsing unless you're me. If you're trying to keep your stuff secret, remember: Index.dat still stores history files, and one system recover and all your visited sites are revealed. Plus there are all these FREE programs to help your parents sus out what you're doing when you're using the same internet at the same time. Beware of keylogging too.
Yeah so I'm also stealing unsecured net, but last time I did that they (the retards who didnt secure their net) managed to put porn on my computer. And they can do a whole lot of other shit so I'm not sure, but my dads also checking my download use so I have to steal other peoples download.
Advice #2: Use mozilla, there's less tracking programs made for it.
Advice #3: Use windows 7, because theres so much sensitive clicking thingyos that it saved my life. My dad came in and was like, "Show me what's hidden in your taskbar" (Yup, that's me. Hidden files, hidden taskbars.. the whole lot) And then I was like FUCK. Because I hadnt closed meebo. It was like my biggest mini-heartattack ever, right there. And then when I clicked the taskbar, meebo was gone. Cos a few minutes previously the cursor did this random shit and somehow accidently clicked off meebo. THANK GOD.
Anyways don't listen to me, I'm not some html professor. I'm def going to edit this when I can sneak some more time and when I'm feeling less asinine. This is Lilian, signing off at midday, sitting in some sort of frozen-tsunami of science papers.
gg
dream caught like smoke
My mother is an ELL. English as LAST language.
I need to get my nerd on. Do some assignments. Stop blogging.
