Profile for M-O-O-N, that spells James!:
Hey there- I'm glad I'm not the only one who reads the profiles in the vain attempt to stave off the realisation that I have no REAL friends. Only the warm fuzzy feeling of being part of the b3ta community keeps me from ending my poor pitiful existence
I am completely contactable through jdmunro AT runbox DOT com. Or, if you dare to use it, MSN Messenger with the same address. Though what you hope to find, I have no idea.
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Hey there- I'm glad I'm not the only one who reads the profiles in the vain attempt to stave off the realisation that I have no REAL friends. Only the warm fuzzy feeling of being part of the b3ta community keeps me from ending my poor pitiful existence
I am completely contactable through jdmunro AT runbox DOT com. Or, if you dare to use it, MSN Messenger with the same address. Though what you hope to find, I have no idea.
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» Guilty Pleasures
Oh yes, now you're talking
Singing at the top of my voice when I'm alone in the house - even though I can't hold a tune to save my life.
Being a teacher - tormenting the kids at school. Including walking into another teacher's lesson, in a subject I know nothing about, and waiting for a student to ask a question. The exchange usually goes like this:
Pupil: "Miss - I have a question"
Me: "Ask me"
Pupil: "No, I need to ask miss - its about dressmaking"
Me: "Ask me, or I'll have you in detention"
Pupil: *sighs* "Ok, where do the buttons go, sir?"
Me: "How should I know? Don't waste my time! Stupid Kids."
I then leave and giggle outside. Abuse of power - my guilty pleasure. Heheh
(Sat 9th Apr 2005, 17:16, More)
Oh yes, now you're talking
Singing at the top of my voice when I'm alone in the house - even though I can't hold a tune to save my life.
Being a teacher - tormenting the kids at school. Including walking into another teacher's lesson, in a subject I know nothing about, and waiting for a student to ask a question. The exchange usually goes like this:
Pupil: "Miss - I have a question"
Me: "Ask me"
Pupil: "No, I need to ask miss - its about dressmaking"
Me: "Ask me, or I'll have you in detention"
Pupil: *sighs* "Ok, where do the buttons go, sir?"
Me: "How should I know? Don't waste my time! Stupid Kids."
I then leave and giggle outside. Abuse of power - my guilty pleasure. Heheh
(Sat 9th Apr 2005, 17:16, More)
» The last thing that made me cry
I'm normally pretty good, but...
Two months ago, my step-dad died after an incredibly long illness, and during the arrangements for the funeral the inevitable arguments between step-family and my blood-family started to occur.
During a particular debate a question was raised, and everyone stopped to look to me for an answer. It was then I realised that, at 24, I was the oldest male present and it was now my responsibility to look after the well-being of my entire family.
At the funeral, I stood at the front pew holding my mum and sisters as they cried their eyes out, whilst I held back with everything I had. Since then, I've been through my mum's finances to make sure she can support herself and I've been to Suffolk to house-hunt so she can start her life again. I still need to speak to my Nan regarding adjusting her will and help arrange a house-sale for all the stuff she doesn’t need any more.
Every now and again I cry when I get thinking about things, but never in front of my family.
I'm thinking about getting a tattoo of a compass put on my back - in remembrance and hopefully inspiration for keeping myself and my family heading in the right direction.
(Sat 16th Apr 2005, 10:19, More)
I'm normally pretty good, but...
Two months ago, my step-dad died after an incredibly long illness, and during the arrangements for the funeral the inevitable arguments between step-family and my blood-family started to occur.
During a particular debate a question was raised, and everyone stopped to look to me for an answer. It was then I realised that, at 24, I was the oldest male present and it was now my responsibility to look after the well-being of my entire family.
At the funeral, I stood at the front pew holding my mum and sisters as they cried their eyes out, whilst I held back with everything I had. Since then, I've been through my mum's finances to make sure she can support herself and I've been to Suffolk to house-hunt so she can start her life again. I still need to speak to my Nan regarding adjusting her will and help arrange a house-sale for all the stuff she doesn’t need any more.
Every now and again I cry when I get thinking about things, but never in front of my family.
I'm thinking about getting a tattoo of a compass put on my back - in remembrance and hopefully inspiration for keeping myself and my family heading in the right direction.
(Sat 16th Apr 2005, 10:19, More)