| just call me 'The Bear' |
[Mar. 26th, 2007|01:55 am] |
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| | The Album Leaf - 'In A Safe Place' | ] | Or 'Bear' will do. We're doing this play by the same name for our theatre studies performance in May, and my character, who's actual name is Grigory Stephanovich Smirnov gets called a bear towards the end of the play.
Anyway, let's see. Went home last weekend for mothering sunday and football matches, both of which were fun. It was great to see Nana eat a three course meal, havent seen her do that in years. It was a lovely meal, actually, and it was nice to be with the family. I went to a classical concert with Mum on the Sunday night too, in Manchester. My step dad usually goes with her but he was busy, so I kept her company. Was good fun really, the music was pretty enjoyable and I quite enjoy doing things like that, which I normally wouldnt get the chance to do.
Almost every time me and Mum are in the car for a journey lasting around an hour we end up getting into quite detailed coversations about the state of family matters. This time we spoke a lot about Dad, and Sara. And amazingly, I even got some light shed upon why Mum and Dad divorced in the first place. I'd never really questioned it, considering it happened when I was 3. Think the only thing I thought previously was that they just didnt love each other anymore, and that was good enough of a reason for me. So it's a bit weird that I'm almost 20, and its only now that I found out more about the whole thing. That's not really the point though.
It does suck to think this, and to have to go this far. I love my Dad, and we get on pretty well. Surfing with him last summer is one of my favourite memories of us spending time together. But just once, I would like to have a visit to Australia where I dont inadvertedly get under Sara's skin and force myself to walk on egg shells for the rest of the holiday. It's not worth Dad's money for me to visit for 3 weeks, for him not to be there for half of it which will leave me twiddling my thumbs at home, and to know that barely a week into events, Sara will get sick of me and make the rest of my stay unbelievably unwelcome. I've tried my fucking best to make that woman happy or to just make things easier because she is my Dad's wife. But its just not worth it this year. And besides, at one point during the last visit, Dad made it quite clear where his loyalties lie. Not that I'm trying to make him choose, I'm just saying I'm not visiting this year because its not worth it. And you know what? I'm starting to hate Sara for being this way with me, and I dont care.
Apologies for the bitching-fest, but this situation really gets me down, and I literally see no decent reason that any member of my family, even one not wishing to admit they're a relative of mine, feels the need to treat me like shit.
Anyway. Also in the news this week.
I came across an old love interest and old friend from Cheshire called Anna on facebook this week. Long story short, things got strained a few years ago, and her now ex-boyfriend made her stop talking to me for a while because he got over jealous. Anyway, when we spoke it was great, we still get on really well and we're hoping to meet up over easter. Really looking forward to seeing her, as she's still a great person and important to me. Getting back in touch with her kinda made me think about what would life be like if we hadnt have moved to Blackburn. Obviously I wouldn't have met all the lovely Blackburn College-ites that read this journal, which would suck, but I wonder what would've happened if we hadnt moved from Cheshire. At the time, Anna and I had a brief thing going on that ended with the move, so optimistically I assume we would've stayed together, I was really hoping to go to the same college as all my close friends in high school, and then uni etc. Admittedly, Northwhich, which is where I was, isnt as nice as Blackburn, but thats not really the point. I spent 7 years there, really grew up and I was finally settling when we left. It was the greatest and most frustrating thing I'd felt; finally feeling settled and happy to be where I was after so long feeling misplaced and with everything finally in place, but knowing I was going to have to do it all over again somewhere else. Obviously, considering we moved almost 4 years ago it's a bit of a futile thought, and it's not like all my problems now can be accounted to moving house, but I just wish I could have the chance to see how things would've been if I hadnt moved.
(because I think I would be happier)
I know there are far bigger contexts whilst moving house that people experience than the one I went through, but I dunno, I've just been thinking about how different everything would be. I know it's futile, but I still want to try and imagine it, just for my own sake. Not that I'm saying life is bad now, it's just that one decision could've altered things in a way that's difficult to take, let alone fathom.
Anyway, another term is winding down here in the Midlands. Now I have essays to think of in my rather annoyingly short 2 week easter break. But in the middle of that, I've been watching a lot of South Park. And who, WHO, I ask you, could resist such comedy gems as when a PETA representative talks about the organisations ways; "Here we try and live as the animals; they are not our pets but our fellow living beings. We make friends with the animals, and inter-marry. This is my wife, Janice. The outside world looks down on a man marrying a llama, but our love knows no boundaries *cue kiss with a llama*." Ok, a lot of my friends would resist such comic gems, but sod it, I love this show! Anyway, I'm back in Blackburn on Friday, and I have an empty schedule so get in touch, and we shall meet and be merry! love iwan xx |
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