Saturday, 25 October 2008

An update for those it may concern...

Current mood:  miserable
David returned just after 6pm.  Nobody knows where he went, or why, but Mum pointed out he got all dressed up in his best suit before he went out.
He came in with bags, but they appear to have been hidden upstairs since I can't find them to see where he's been or what he bought.
HE is not talking to ME after all that he did earlier, and is now sulking, sleeping on the landing, preventing either of us from going to the bathroom.  The bucket for flushing the downstairs toilet is still full of the washing that got dyed blue, so I've just had to use a little plastic pot to flush it instead!
Admittedly, I will not speak to him either.  Mum however is attempting to speak to him, and he has told her that the architect wrote to him and said we can't meet up on Tuesday due to a (no doubt imaginary) hospital appointment, which has "just come up".  This proves that David spent part of his time out at the internet cafe.  I'm guessing he went somewhere like Uxbridge, where he's been promising to take me, to make himself feel good or something.
However, why he had to put his best clothes on to go somewhere local like that is beyond me.
My finger is still hurting every time I type if I don't hold t a certain way, and I can't use my right hand to pick things up at all.  The swelling has gone down now though, so I'm hoping it's nothing serious.
Please let this be a lesson to us all to stop fighting and get on with moving house, so that we can ALL have proper lives.  He might not like me to swear at him, but he is a b*****d leaving us in here when he knows that we're housebound without a car.  I'm going crazy unable to leave this place for days on end!
Oh well, as Janyse's song goes, "Until we stop we have not lost", right?  And as another VA said about my father and his desperation to crush my dreams, "You can squish a balloon on one side, but it will always pop up on the other" "Just keep on keeping on, Skylark."  Your words come back to me at times like these.
Elisabeth is on MSN, so I should be setting my full attention on speaking to her rather than writing this blog.  Agh, I can't think of anything to say to her via microphone to see if this thing works!  Um... "Hello" might be a good starting point?  But Mum will think I'm mad if I start talking into a microphone at random!
That's all for now.  Speak to you all soon!   xxx

Friday, 24 October 2008


Current mood:  distressed

Mum is busily gloating about how she's telling eveyone she didn't go to Blackpool because "I attacked her".  Er, I screamed again, going mad from being locked up non-stop.  Is that attacking her?
David meanwhile is telling Wig Woman (Sickton's supposed "wife") that we ARE away.  He just rang her from our kitchen and made out he was ringing her from Blackpool.  Mum went out there shouting loudly about the truthful reason she didn't go away for the weekend, which was so that we could see Picton before Tuesday.  Of course, since we are "away", now the appointment has been set for Tuesday anyway, and Mum and I are not supposed to leave the house (and defintiely not go anywhere near Woodberry) before we "get back".  David however is "going out right now" after another tantrum.
First he got hold of Mum's arm when she went out in the kitchen (they weren't "standing as a united front, telling lies") and twisted it until she was left screaming out in pain.  I stood up for her, and called David a b*****d while he was still on the phone to Wig Woman, which infuriated him further, of course.
"You like to make people look small, dontcha?!" He yelled, as soon as he got off the phone.  Heck, what does HE do all the time?  Then he got ready to storm up the stairs to my bed with his latest package of filthy books, which he just received through the post.  He still has a pile downstairs though, and as Mum sobbed, rubbing her arm, I threw one of the boxes at his ugly figure retreating up the stairs.  "Take that one away to my bed too!" I shouted, angrily.
Of course, I'd broken the unwritten law, and touched his holy Mills & Boon books, so he came dashing down the stairs, and swatted me round the back of the head - hard.  Then pushed me backwards into a pile of junk in the living room.  He got hold of my hair and was just shaking me crazily, yelling "if you lift a finger at me or my books again, I will KILL YA!"  After he considered he'd successfully scared me (Yeah, right - I was actually laughing, since I figured that's the best way to handle violent men), he slapped me round the face, and got hold of my hand, bending my fingers right back.  Now my little finger is throbbing with pain, and is all red and inflamed.  I hope it gets better, because I'm not allowed to leave the house in case the wonderful Picton sees me, remember?  So I can't get it checked out, even if i wasn't in the most remote area of London with no way of getting to a hospital if I needed one.
I just wish I had a car so that I could drive my Mum and myself far away from here.  People ask me why I don't try and clear up - now you know the answer.  My father is sick in more ways than one.
David is off now.  "Have a nice day." He just smiled sarcastically around the door on his way out.  I hate him.
I just don't know what I can do...

Thursday, 23 October 2008

Nothing ever changes

Current mood:  depressed
Warning: Long, depressing blog.  Please ignore this if all you can do is make fun of me, and say I'm making things up to get attention.  This is just a way of getting it off my chest.  I'm not asking anyone to read it, so clear off if you can't understand that I'm not just attention-seeking.
I feel there's no reason to live any more.  I am so depressed that I just don't know what to do with myself.  I'm scared to write to any of my "friends" on the internet in case my misery rubs off on them, and they start to hate me...and now I fear I've lost a lot of you anyway, just by ignoring you all.
Nothing is going right with the other house.  I can't be bothered with writing out all the details, but Picton has put all the wrong radiators in the wrong places, got boilers that are much bigger than he promised, given us over FORTY electrical sockets (Why the heck do we need that many?) and now expects US to buy the covers for them, charged us £2.50 for pots of paint we could get from Tesco ourselves for 84p...  The list goes on.
Now he's found someone to fix the broken fireplace (the same people who Mum looked up weeks ago, but decided were located too far away)...and expects us to pay for the repairs to that too!  But it was his builders who broke it!  Why should we pay?  Fixing the fireplace will also take SEVERAL MONTHS, and Mum is refusing to move house until it's fixed on the wall.
Hence, we're almost certainly not moving until well into the new year, and I don't get so much as a bed or anywhere to sit in that time.
Everybody is stressed, and picking on ME.  First off, my father.  I made a simple joking comment (following on from some conversation about the house, where David said he was going to get something done about all the mistakes Picton has made) about how David never gets anything done.  Over the years, he has promised me swimming lessons, computer classes, horse-riding lessons, drama classes...  None of which have ever come to anything, of course.
"Well, it's your fault!" David snapped.  "Why don't you look those things up on the computer instead of looking at ponies all day?"  Er...  1) I don't look at ponies all day.  I occasionally go and talk on the Arena, but mainly I'm looking at things to do with voice acting, or social networks like Myspace and Facebook.  And 2) We're talking about the late 1990's and early 21st century when he promised me all these things.  I wouldn't even have a computer if not for Nick giving me one for my 15th birthday.  How was I supposed to look up this stuff?  I have looked up drama classes and amateur dramatics groups in the surrounding area, but everything I find within an affordable price range is for under-16s or over-18s with former experience.  And there's no point looking up horse-riding because Mum doesn't like the "snobby people" involved.
Meanwhile, Mum is driving me up the wall in every other way she can think of to get at me.  Realising we weren't going to be moving in the near future, I gave in and bought a cheap microphone (£3.50, in fact!) at Tesco.  But of course, it's not much use to me.  Sure, it records in better quality than the broken camera, but I can't send anything voice-wise via e-mail with dial-up anyway, so I still can't take part on the VAA forum.  It would be good for voice messenger on MSN, but nobody's been online for me to try it out, and I can hardly hold private conversations while sitting on the lounge floor in front of my parents!
I downloaded audacity and have been messing around a little, just seeing what I can do.  Mum asked me what I was doing, so I told her about the amateur voice acting, and how I couldn't even try it until we moved house.  "And why would you want to do that anyway?", she asked, laughing.  She knows of my dreams, and loves to make fun of them.  But why does she feel the need?
Now, as many of you know, we were supposed to be going to Blackpool this weekend.  But Mum has now decided she can't leave her precious family photographs in this house.  So she's been having David working (on the communal bed) at scanning them all in over the past week or so.  She keeps producing more and more of the blasted things, and saying we can't go away unless they're all scanned, and she can take the USB drive with her.
Obviously, he's been unable to get it all done in the time, and so she has been getting more and more angry.  I desperately wanted to go shopping before the weekend away, just for simple things like deodrant and mascara.  So she calls me "selfish for taking him away from the scanning job".  So I gave in and didn't go shopping, meaning I feel even less comfortable with myself than usual.  Mum wouldn't give up moaning though, even though I'd turned down the offer to go out.  "Why the Hell do you want to go shopping anyway?  Just tell us everything you want and we can all go."  As mentioned before, I'm sure you're all laughing at me, but you saw what a misery it was even to have to go and buy underwear with her.  God only knows what way she'd find to embarrass me over terrible things like *gasp* make-up or trying to make myself smell decent.  I'm sure our extended family and her family history e-friends all over the world would have to know every detail of our trip.
David also offered to go and get a new camera.  But of course, that would be taking him away from the precious scanning too.  So what's the point of going to Blackpool photographing rides with a broken camera?  But if I say that I'm being ungrateful.  Huh, I thought I was just being sensible...  The argument continued, and then Mum yelled that she was NOT going to Blackpool anyway.  So I shall not even be getting my own bed over the next three nights, nor will I get to see if any of the old rides are still there.
The argument has just continued ever since.  It would have been "cruel" of me to go shopping in Uxbridge, because "she can't come now that her coat has been (now un-necessarily) washed for the weekend".  Um...  1) She always says she hates Uxbridge.  And 2) Aren't I allowed any privacy at all?  She keeps spitefully telling me how we won't be moving until at least March (by her choosing - absolutely NO reason we can't move in before that stupid fireplace is on the wall) now, and how grateful I should be to her for moving at all. wouldn't want to get out of an area where people are kicking each other to death on the other side of the street practically every night, if not for me?  She reminded me again how she never wanted me and wishes I hadn't been born.  Then David chimed in and reminded us how he wanted me adopted because I wasn't a boy.  Nice to feel loved, eh?  I just wish I had another family member or friend to turn to.  Someone who understands normal life.  I hate the clothes I wear on a day-to-day basis.  I don't want to have to cover my legs up right to the ankle.  I used to love my 'clamdiggers', as cropped trousers were known at the time.  "Well, I don't understand why you stopped wearing them." Mum says.  How the heck was a 15-year-old (as I was by the time I finally got trousers) supposed to continue walking around showing off her legs when she wasn't supposed to want to use any form of hair removal.  I don't know.  I need to move house so that I can start acting normal.  But it won't be for months now.
Despite everything, David still hasn't got the scanning done.  So Mum won't change her mind at the last minute and go to Blackpool, I can guarantee that.  Of course, if we had moved house, I could get on a train and go to that London Expo thing and get Brad Swaile's autograph this weekend.  I probably wouldn't pay that much to go there in reality, but it would be interesting to actually get to meet one of the original MLP Tales VA's.  But as it stands, we're not going away, and I can't get anywhere near ExCel either!  Oh well, if we had moved, Mum wouldn't be so wound up about the photos and I wouldn't have been free to go anyway.  So I guess it just wasn't meant to be.
Mind you, I'd feel so awkward meeting anyone like that.  I'm not one to act as a fangirl really, and I hate my teeth so much that I won't talk freely to anybody.  And that's another thing that's bothering me.  I've GOT to go to the next orthodontic appointment, at the start of next month, but I just don't know what to do.  I really, really don't want that surgery.  The surgeon said himself (to one of his colleagues - wouldn't say it to me, would they?!) that if they break my jaw, I'm going to look odd whatever they do, either with a "flat face" or an "elongated face".  Nice  And I bet it will mess up my voice...they know absolutely nothing about that, of course.  But if I don't go for the surgery, I will never be comfortable enough with my appearance to so much as talk to anyone without holding my head down and trying to not show my teeth.
Is there actually any point to my life?  Every single one of them would be so much happier if I wasn't here.  I myself wish I wasn't here.  All I want is a purpose to waking up each morning.  But there isn't one.  All I want to do is be able to walk out my own front door and take control of my own life.  But I can't.  I just sit here crying all day, like a great big waste of space, bringing everyone else down until they all hate me as much as I hate myself.
Winter always seems bleak, with the darkening evenings and the colder weather.  I guess I've just got to "keep on keeping on", as a certain kind person keeps telling me.  After all, there's got to be more to my life than this.  It can't get any worse, so it's got to get better in the future, hasn't it?  So I've just got to get through this storm, and hold on long enough to see the rainbow...
Thank you to all of you who have put up with my rambling throughout this blog.  If I have hurt any of you, please just let me know, so we can sort things out.  There are two people in particular I'm worried about, and I'm pretty sure you'll both read this blog.  *Hugs*  You all know you mean the world to me, and I'd hate any friendships to end this way...
Best wishes,
Desiree Skylark  xxx

Sunday, 19 October 2008

Gah, everything is going wrong!

Current mood:  anxious
I'm sick of being in this prison of a house.  David spends all his days in the bathroom, so I never get out.  I just want to move away from here, and go to the new place.  This area is getting more and more dangerous too.  I had an awful nightmare the night before last about a drunk man in our garden setting the house on fire (probably caused by David's kitchen stupidity the day before), but then we really did have trouble with the drunks last night.
Our neighbours were partying all day, playing ridiculously loud music.  This annoyed me no end as my parents went out and left me here alone (more on that in a moment), while I tried to make recordings...near impossible with the constant "Thud, thud, thud" background noise.
By the evening, they were really drunk, staggering around and shouting at each other, so loudly that we could hear them clearly through the walls.  Too bad we don't understand Polish, or else I could repeat the arguments here.  Suddenly, the voices got louder...obviously they were out in their garden.  I went upstairs and looked out of the window, to see around 40 people ranting at each other.  One of the young women who lives next door was yelling at her boyfriend who couldn't get his car to start (she was wearing a very low-cut top, and was rubbing her arms, obviously pretty cold!), while the others just argued amongst themselves.
Another drunk was staggering about across the road.  He honestly couldn't stand up straight.  He managed to get over to the cafe across the road, and urinated in the flower pot outside their door (If I could have a penny for every time we've seen someone spend a penny there, I'd be rich by now!), then waddled over to the fence by the road, and started shouting abuse at the neighbours (all in slurred Polish, so I don't know what he was saying).  They all shut up and rushed inside, and fortunately the girl and her boyfriend got the car started, signalling the end of that bit of drama.
But that was not the end of the night for Grottsville drama, oh no.  About an hour later (11pm-ish?) we heard more shouting and banging about.  Again, I dashed upstairs to see a gang of eight or nine men kicking a man they had knocked down on the ground.  We watched helplessly from the communal bedroom window, as he was robbed and the gang ran off with his jacket, shirt and wallet, and then their victim limped off.  Nobody called the police, us included.  We're all too scared to get involved.
On top of all that stress, we have so much more going on.
My parents went out yesterday, as I already mentioned.  They went to the optician to pick up Mum's latest pair of glasses.  They were supposed to be coming back to collect me, and then we were all going to Woodberry.  But that's not how it happened.  They were gone quite a long time...and then Mum returned on her own, telling me that she'd had to come back on the bus, following an argument with David.
What had happened this time, you ask?  Well, apparently Mum got her glasses, she couldn't use them (she really can't use varifocals, but they won't give her plain reading glasses), and David got angry with her and started sticking up for the optician, saying she would "grow into the glasses over the next few months"...  Er, but her prescription has been changing every few months.  Idiot.  So Mum thrust the glasses at David and told him to "shove them up his a**".  This all took place right in the middle of Ealing Broadway.  Lovely.
Obviously, we didn't go to Woodberry.  We did go to Park Royal Asda in the evening, but that was as far as I got.
I need blank cassette tapes for my recordings.  And you know what?  Suddenly, all the shops around here have stopped selling them.  I finally found a tape that created high definition recordings with less background noise in the form of Sony HF.  Now we can't even find ordinary TDK cassettes.  Yes, I know CDs are in fashion, but some of us have to record the old fashioned way.  Please?
Today David had no intention of taking us out anywhere.  Instead, he spent THREE HOURS at the local internet cafe, ordering Mills & Boon on e-Bay!
He did finally go to the launderette though...and here comes the next disaster.  I put a new pair of blue leggings in the bag (the pair I'm wearing in my current profile photo, in fact).  I've had this style before, and absolutely no problems.  But...well, the dye in this pair doesn't seem to have held too well.   ALL of my white underwear is bright blue now, my pink pajama trousers turned purple...  But, worst of all, my favourite of my "indoor t-shirts" (the baggy ones I will not wear outside of the house now), a pink one with a unicorn on the front, has huge blue streaks all over it.  I've soaked it in all kinds of stain removal stuff today, but nothing seems to be working.  Can't very well bleach pink fabric, can I?!
Maybe if we had moved house, and had our own washing machine, we could afford to wash new clothes seperately.  Which brings me back to the subject of Woodberry.  What is going on?
David seems to have washed his hands of it, and isn't doing a thing.  So Mum has taken to e-mailing Sickton two or three times a day.  And now he has made a confession.  There is no man in France coming back to fix the precious fireplace.  There isn't even a college waiting to take it on as a project.  He has nobody to fix it, and was obviously hoping we'd just give up and buy a new one.  Now he says that we can move in without the fireplace on the wall.  And where's it going to go "in the meantime"?  In the skip with everything else we wanted to keep?
Oh, and just as the icing on the cake.  There's a new MLP commercial on TV.  I don't know if anyone saw it, but it was advertising Rainbow Dash's Dress Shop, and was shown on ITV at about 11.15 this morning.  But I can't get a good recording of it, because of the awful reception our TV has at the moment.  Another reason we should be out of this dump by now.
*Sighs*  "Oh well, never mind...", as my Grandma would have said.
Best wishes,
Desiree Skylark  xxx

Friday, 17 October 2008

"Oh no..."?!?!?!? Don’t you mean "FIRE!"?

Current mood:  scared
I haven't had much of a chance to get on Myspace this week.  We went to Bury St. Edmunds and Lawshall for more family history research yesterday, and tonight we went to Mum's monthly family history meeting.  All in all, probably not the stuff you come to this blog to read about.  Well, unless you want to know about my crazy mother walking across a graveyard, calling "Abraham, I'm here!  Ooh, the churchbells are ringing - it's an omen!"
No, you're here to read my latest near-disaster stories, aren't you?!  Today Mum went to get the first hot water bottle of the day (She's always cold!), and found our gas hob wasn't working.  Hence, no hot water bottles or cooking anything in saucepans until we move house.
David, being the idiot that he is, decided that he wasn't going to be beaten.  He would light the gas and get the hob working again!  But we had no matches...  Mum and I sadly came into the lounge and started thinking about what to do, while David (we thought) got himself some bread and butter.
Suddenly, we heard David clanging about in the kitchen.  "Oh no..." He muttered.  "What?" Mum and I asked in unison, not liking the tone of his voice.  "Oh dear..."  "WHAT?!" We repeated.  "Oh no..."  "WHAT'S GOING ON?!"  We yelled.  "Oh, God!" David said to himself.  "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I cried, suddenly smelling smoke.
I ran out into the kitchen to see TWO of the burners alight; the one which has always been faulty (meaning we never use it), and the one we hadn't been able to get working earlier that day.
Flames were SHOOTING from the faulty burner, but David was nowhere near it!  Instead, he was standing near the back door, surrounded by smoke, with flames licking from our rubbish, and actually melting the black sack!  He held a small blue cup in his hand, which he kept slowly filling with water from a trickling tap, and delicately pouring the contents onto the flames.   I shouted to Mum, "He's going to burn the house down!"  All right, maybe I was over-reacting, but at the time I honestly thought the whole house was going to go up in smoke.
I started to scream "FIRE!  FIRE!  FIRE!" at the top of my voice at nobody in particular, and ran to plug in the phone, ready to ring 999 if the need arose.
Meanwhile, Mum (who has far more sense than me, it would seem) ran past me, grabbed a bucket of water (the one we normally use to flush our broken toilet), and threw it all over the black sack of flames...not to mention David and his little blue cup.  It was several minutes before anyone noticed the burners, and turned them off though! 
It turned out David had lit the faulty burner, set a piece of KITCHEN TOWEL alight using the naked flame from that burner, lit the other burner, and then thrown the towel straight in the rubbish bag without putting out the fire.  Stupid, stupid man!
Now I'm just scared that he's going to try it again while we're in bed.
On a lighter note, when David went to the local storage depot to organise more of his books, I tried to make a new recording.  I was working in a time limit before dinner, so I admit it's pretty bad.  But hey, I only heard this song for the first time on Saturday night, am working with pretty awful equipment, and trying to do far too many voices in one recording.  In a perfect world, I'd have put two or more recordings together, but I haven't got the software to do that, so...  For now, this will have to do.
Try A New Colour On For Size
It's a song from the MLP Live Show, "The World's Biggest Tea Party", for those who don't know.  Note, I did not write this song, nor do I have permission from any of the original performers to use this song.  Please don't throw me in prison for copyright infringement!  I'm just a wannabe voice artiste who can't seem to teach herself in such a time limit, with her Mum keep telling her to "Stop listening to a kiddy show.  Is it some kind of escapism to listen to all those squeaky voices?"  No, just a dream, mother.  But I guess you don't understand the art of VA'ing, do you?!
Hmm, I think that's all for now.  Speak to you all soon!

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

The Ponycon Godmother

Current mood:  happy
All right, so the godmother and Ponycon topics are two completely different things, but the title sounded good, didn't it?
Well, as you may have guessed by my new profile photo, I did make it to Ponycon after all.  However, it was not a certain thing at all.  I set the alarm for 5.30, and got washed and all dressed up (well, dressed up in my badly dressed kind of way, that is!) by about 7am.  Then Mum went in the bathroom, while I went downstairs, opened the curtains, got the breakfast and so on.  David refused to get off the sofa, and my heart sank.  He was still sulking.  I went upstairs, and sat on the end of the bed to file my nails, just in case we could still get a taxi or use public transport to get there.
There was some kind of misunderstanding between my parents that David was going to get dry hair shampoo (apparently, he hadn't said that - in fact, it turned out Mum had thought I'd said that David had said it the night before.  I give up!), so I didn't do my hair.  Eventually, I had to give in and use talcum powder though, which meant my hair looked like a big grey puffball.
Mum and I didn't know what was going on, and I was too scared of David's reaction to call him.  Eventually, at almost 9.30 Mum yelled at him.  And he came downstairs almost immediately, ranting at US that we hadn't told him the time before.  Well, I thought if I wanted to go to Uxbridge, I had to walk?
Of course, by the time Mum had changed her clothes and combed her hair (Again!), it was 9.40ish.  I went to quickly use the bathroom, and came down to find them engaged in a long conversation.  I shouted at them, and grabbed my bags, but it was still about 9.48 when we left, I think.  Of course, we didn't reach Brunel until about ten past ten, and even then couldn't find our way to the place.  David looked at a map and tried to figure out the way to the Hamilton Centre.  As Mum and I sat in the car, I saw Sparkler's Mimic smartcar drive by.  I jumped out of our car and ran after it madly, hoping I'd be able to follow her to the right place.  But it seemed she was just as lost as we were, unable to find anywhere to park.  Eventually, David admitted he couldn't figure out where we were going, and asked a passing student, who kindly helped us.  David walked us up to the building where we believed the Convention was taking place, and left us with no phone and no change even if we could find a call box.  We were ordered to leave at 4pm, no matter if we wanted to leave before then or stay to the end.
Mum and I dashed into the building, and it said the MLP Convention was upstairs.  So that's where we ran...all the way down a corridor to the men's toilets!  When we got back downstairs, two women at a reception desk looked us up and down very suspiciously.  She must have seen my pony t-shirt, necklace, hair tie, rucksack, handbag and keychain, and kind of guessed where we were going.  She spoke to me in broken English, "The My Little Pony Convention down that way.  By shops - look for double doors.  You will not miss it."  I thanked her and dashed on.
Finally, we found our way.  I looked a real mess by then, all red in the face, with my puffball hair having blown everywhere - so much for trying to dress up.
I saw that Caroline wasn't there, and feared I'd missed her.  I think I had missed a lot of bargains - some of the tables were half empty.  Oh well, never mind.  It was definitely better this year than last.  I immediately started pony shopping, but I won't try to document exactly where and when each item came from.  Loads and loads of merchandise, and a total of eleven new three doubles, two of whom are upgrades.  Minty came from the Arena's "free box"...with a new tail she'll look pretty good actually.
Anyways, here are a couple of photos:

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As you can see, I rather overspent again.  I spent all of my pony money, and ended up digging into my savings.  As far as I can figure out, it'll take me about 40 weeks to pay back the money, so I don't think I'll be buying ponies anytime soon, unless I win the lottery!
I was more than a little embarrassed as people kept coming up to me and saying "Hi Desiree!" or "Hello Lancer!" etc. and I, having gone into my usual Ponycon daze, couldn't figure out who anybody was.  So if I just kind of stared at you blankly for a moment, I do apologise.  I guess my brain was working hard for its normal standards.
The most embarrassing moment was when Snow rushed up and hugged me.  I figured out she had a Spanish accent, but it took a few moments for my brain to register.  I was just recovering from that embarrassment when I saw somebody waving from the stage.  Well, all right, maybe I need my eyes tested, because I could have sworn that it was Snow - just wearing different clothes.  My inital reaction was "How did she change so quickly?", and I didn't even head over that way at first.  But once I got over there, I discovered that the "other Snow" was actually Caroline!  It seems she and Moogii arrived late themselves...and I had lost track of time and not gone back to the entrance to meet them.
We had a great time, walking around the stalls, talking ponies and buying far too much!  Moogii took our photo up by the giant Magic Marigold on the stage, but I fear those photos probably didn't look too good.  I kept closing my eyes at the vital moment, and Caroline kept poking her tongue out...  And I didn't get my broken camera out until quite a bit later.  So, er..  Yeah, there's probably no nice pictures of us together.
Caroline surprised me twice over, first by pulling the very pony I have been hunting for everywhere out of her bag, and then with a certain DVD I have waited almost two years for.  I offered to pay but she said it was "complimentary".  You silly, silly thing!  *Shakes fist*  I will pay you back somehow, I promise.

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STARSONG!!!  And "The World's Biggest Tea Party".  I've watched it several times already.  It's great to finally get to hear Janyse and Tabitha's performances in the show.  I love "I Know Just How You Feel".  They sang that song with such emotion.  Beautiful, truly beautiful.
All I got for her in the meantime was a Starglow from Sebby.  I feel pretty awkward about that too.  Sebby has been really kind to me, first bringing me back the silver brooch and Blossom signed by Bonnie Zacherle when she went to the MLP Fair in Rhode Island, and then on saturday she gave me the cutest little Canada eraser.  And I have done absolutely nought, zilch, nothing for her in return...and there I am buying a pony from her for someone else! >.<  Sebby, please let me know what you would like pony-wise.  You need a pony treat in return for all your kindness too!  *Hugs*
Oh my, and then on top of all of that embarrassment, I ended up putting a fingerprint on the "Fingerprints" charity pony (Caroline paid for me to do that too!), and signing Laura's Cheerilee.  Oh dear, that's not exactly the pony "me", is it?  I did try to sign Cheerilee in an un-noticeable place (right by her foot), but still.  I still didn't get to speak to Laura all that much, but at least we met, so that's the first step.  Maybe next year we'll actually get to chat!
All this time, Mum sat next door at the "Man Creche" with all the other bored partners and parents of the pony people in attendance.  Apparently, she had a good chat to Moogii and Wingedelf's mum in particular, and also spoke to a reporter for the Independent about how much we disliked the "Destroy a Fakie" idea.  Now they've mentioned the contest in the article featured in the paper yesterday, and some of the people who took part in it with their "twisted sense of humour".  No prizes for guessing who might have suggested that term to them.
Caroline and I were looking at some cheap ponies in a bin by one of the stalls (They were three for two, as well as only being a couple of pounds each) when they started the "Pony Roadshow".  I had taken a couple of ponies I wanted to show to LadyGuinevere and figured now was as good a time as ever.  So I left Caroline and said I'd return in a couple of minutes.  Of course, you can guess what happened.  As soon as I sat down, I had tons of people sitting down all around me, all the people I had promised to speak to.  On the one hand this was useful - I was able to get rid of most of the stuff I'd taken to sell.  On the other hand, it meant I couldn't get back to Caroline as I had promised, and I think Mum got a bit of a shock when she returned to Moogii without me, and said something along the lines of, "She walked off." (or so Mum says).  I hope you didn't really think I'd just walked off and tried to escape, Caroline.  I just wanted to get those Flutter Ponies looked at, and kind of got stuck there.
Anyways, we didn't really get anywhere with the Flutter Pony situation.  LadyG thought maybe they were factory rejects, or at least Peach Blossom was.  Baggins thought maybe Morning Glory had just been re-tailed, but I don't see how she can have been with her head being sealed and her still having a washer around her tail at the point when I got her.

Then when it came to my little Piggy Pony, Kris identified her as a variant of Perla.  They reckon even in her awful condition, she's probably worth £200-300, so I guess that £2 bag of fakies was pretty good, with her AND a prototype Baby Explorer inside.   Not that I'd ever sell her.  I love her far too much for that.  It's still interesting to know though, I think.
Hmm, is that it for my tales of Ponycon.  I sold my G2 castle to Chrissytree for £6, which surprised me as that's about what I paid for it in Lille, so it's kind of like I got that funny little Sky Skimmer figurine for free.  My doll's bedding set and badges went to LadyGuinevere for £7, and Peewee took the alarm clock and mug for another £7 (Trade value anyway - I got Truly and Italian Sky Dancer in return).  I didn't find Lilcurly until she had spent almost all her money though, so I ended up bringing her books back with me!  Oh well.  She still took the "Birthday Girl/Party Time" outfit.
I wish I had taken part in the "Weakest Link" now.  I didn't think we'd be staying that long though.  Well, maybe next time.
There were so many people I didn't get to speak to again this year.  Again, maybe next year I'll be able to dash around and meet up with everyone!
Right now, I'm just pleased to have met Caroline.  I was great to meet someone who has been so kind to me through Myspace over the past couple of years.  Especially since I never thought I would meet up with her, with the Atlantic stuck in the way.  I too hope that we can meet up again somewhere before you go back to Texas.
We were back in Grottsville by 4.15.  It was strange for the Convention to be so nearby.  I felt so happy for having been and spoken to some people outside of this house for once.
Ah, then yesterday - Gabriella's christening.
Again, we had to get up early in order to pick Auntie Madeline up and take her to the church.  Of course, even though I stayed in the car, John came out of the house, and started waving at me madly.  "How are you, Des?" and so on.  Ugh, I am NOT DES!!!  I had to put up with "Des"-ing from Madeline for the next few hours though.
For once, we were at the church on time (Madeline and David had to go to the loo though, so we almost didn't get in near the front again!), and it's official - I am Gabriella's godmother.  Of course, Mum was being mean to me, saying "I can't wait to see you mess up your lines, reading them out in public."  I am pleased to say I read everything out perfectly.  Right, so I can read things with more expression than the lot of you in church.  How about on stage?  But you don't know what I'm talking about, mother, do you?
Mum lost her glasses under the pew, so there were the three of us, kneeling on the ground, supposed to be saying our prayers, and instead digging about for a pair of glasses.  Mum then got the giggles.  This was only made worse by the infamous Father Paul's droning sermon, where he said, "Three weeks running during Holy Communion, parts of the Lord have been dropped on the floor.  I categorically will not have the Lord dropped on the floor!" or words to that effect anyways.  I admit it did sound funny the way he said it, but Mum didn't have to laugh quite so loudly.  She got me giggling too.
After the service, we went back to Emma's house.  There was absolutely delicious food on the table, but I wasn't allowed to have any.  Instead, I was dancing to "Hi5" up in the kids' bedroom.  Suddenly, there was a huge crash.  Unable to open the safety gate at the bedroom door, Kizzy had taken a run at it and knocked the whole thing down!  Of course, she fell down on top of it, and hurt herself, so I felt really guilty for not looking after everyone properly.
Madeline started quizzing me on my education.  "So what are you doing now, Des?  Do you have exams coming up?  What are you studying?  What are you hoping to do with your life now?"  SHUT UP ALREADY!  No, don't worry.  I didn't say that.  I stammered something and kind of nodded when she said did I have exams coming up.  Since she couldn't hear my muttered nonsense properly, she actually got DOWN ON THE FLOOR and leaned in towards me so as to hear.  Oh God, get a life.  No, I'm not currently getting an education.  I'm hoping to get it all back on track when I move.  And no, I'm not sitting behind a computer all day, every day, however clever YOU think I am.  Somehow I'll make it as a VA.  Where there's a will there's always a way.  Remember, it's as far as you can imagine...but as near as you can wish.
Luckily, Abigale sat down in front of me and thrust a pink fakie pony and black dog beanie in my face, so then Madeline forgot what she had been asking me and started eating again.  I had Tip Toes in my bag, and Abigale and I played with her and the little pink fakie for quite some time.  I'm starting to train her - she holds the ponies quite gently now when she brushes their hair.  Perhaps by the time I have a bedroom full of ponies for her to visit, they'll be half safe!
David took Madeline back home at about 2pm.  We didn't go with him because I didn't want to see John.  Apparently, he's pretty sick though, and that was why Madeline was so desperate to get back to him.  David went on to stay with them for THREE HOURS!  Yes, he really is that rude.  He goes to a christening, and doesn't even stay at the house after he's eaten all the lovely food while I was playing with the kids.
The birthday-christening cake was really scrumptious.  I don't think I've ever had such a tasty slice of cake actually.
Emma got out her jewellery and was showing it to me, asking what I liked (or didn't).  I got really embarrassed - I hate showing an opinion on other people's stuff.  She offered to give me a pretty little necklace too, but I declined.  Again, I don't like people offering their stuff up to me.  I feel like I'm taking advantage of them.  Mum now tells me this all followed on from a conversation she'd been having with my sister while I was upstairs, and apparently she really wanted to give me something.  So now I fear I upset her.  Agh, this is why I hate being sociable.  I always do the wrong thing!
I got to have a couple of cuddles with my goddaughter which was really nice.  I only wish I'd remembered to take the camera, as there were some lovely photo opportunities.  Mum was holding Gabriella when she was sick all over a new dress she'd got as a christening present!  I don't think anybody was too pleased with her...  Oops.
We left before they got pizza in the evening, because we were feeling pretty sick from two days of not eating proper meals and didn't have the money to buy pizza anyway.  Again, I feel Emma thought we were being rude though, like we didn't want to eat with them having stayed there all day making a pain of ourselves.  Oh dear...
Nothing has happened today at all, so that's about it for this blog.  Whoah, it's 1am?!  I guess I won't be writing my messages until tomorrow now then.  Sorry for making everybody wait so long.  It was a very tiring weekend for me, and I have an awful aching arm now.  I reckon I strained it getting off of Magic Marigold - she was very tall, and I couldn't find the floor!  And then the kids kept wanting me to lift heavy things (aka THEMSELVES!) across their bedroom.  Ouch.
Speak to you all soon.
Desirée Skylark  xxx

Saturday, 11 October 2008

Please let it all go right...

Current mood:  stressed
So today my luck was up and down like a yo-yo...and ended down, down, down.
First off, I started searching for that purse again.  Nothing.  Then I was told we were going to Woodberry, so I had to go and change my clothes in a rush.  Oh, but first I had to "turn on the computer to look at Mum's money, like I'd promised her".  Huh?  She hadn't even asked me!
Of course, it's gone down yet again.  She's lost a total of about £25,000 now, including the interest she would have had.
We got to Woodberry, and saw the new roof lights, which are UGLY.  But that's not the only problem - they hardly let in any light anyway...just as we suspected.  It seems they're much smaller than Picton promised, and set so far into the ceiling that they are useless anyway.
Mum wanted to discuss colours, but David decided he needed to go to the loo, and drove up to the nearest station to use the public services.  By the time he returned Mum herself needed the loo, and had almost fainted because of a bad migraine.  So nothing got discussed again.
We got back at 2pm, and I began purse-searching again.  It didn't last for long though.  Within seconds, I lifted up a box and found it!  My luck had finally taken a turn for the better.
Then David went to the launderette and washed Mum's one and only pair of good trousers, which she needs to be dry and wearable by tomorrow morning.  After she had ironed her trousers, David ironed my Ponycon t-shirt for me.  Of course, he smudged it even more by over-ironing it and pressing the excess colour back into the fabric.  Doesn't he always?
Then he went to the storage depot to move some more Mills & Boon books around, and the internet cafe to order a few more from e-Bay.  Finally, he came back and went in the bathroom for hours, before taking me to Tesco to get dry hair shampoo, toothpaste and socks.
The stress of the weekend to come has made me really ill.  I'm sitting here trembling right now, and my teeth are chattering.  I don't know that I can take two days of socialising!  I just know that I'm going to make a fool of myself!
Anyways, I got myself in such a state that by the time David had spent ages looking at the newspapers, I could hardly think straight.  I got some socks, although they're not the ones I like, but they don't sell my toothpaste at our local Tesco since the refurbishment!  It's not like OralB is a rare brand either, is it?
Anyways, David then went and got himself some anti-perspirant (WTH?  Usually, he just wanders around stinking the place out!  I wonder if it was a mean jibe at me since he refused to drop me anywhere to get myself anything along those lines...or any mascara for that matter.)
Oh, that reminds me, I asked to go shopping again today, my LAST day before the weekend.  David said he would drop me somewhere (but let me down, as I already mentioned).  Mum however started on at me again, "What is it that you want?  Or are you wasting time wandering about aimlessly again?"  Oh, please!  Is a girl allowed no space or privacy these days?
Anyway, back to the Tesco tale.  David spent so long looking at anti-perspirant ("What is invisible ice?  Maybe that one will do it...") that I forgot the dry hair shampoo!
So my idea of looking good for this weekend has been a total disaster.  On top of everything else, I've broken two nails and have a HUGE spot on my right cheek.
I had tons to do tonight.  I wanted to surprise a certain someone with a decent-looking waterpainting tomorrow, but that was when David finally decided to sort out the scanner.  After all these days of Mum begging him, TODAY was when he decided to figure it out!  But of course, I need to be present so that he can shout at me for everything he does wrong.
So I shouldn't have been "poncing about getting ready for this weekend", I should have been helping him with the scanner he's finally decided to look at, after days and days of it sitting in its box in the hall.
I sat down on the bed while he yelled at me for every little thing he couldn't understand, feeling sicker and sicker.  About forty minutes ago, I couldn't take any more, and just got up and stepped over him.  He started yelling at me because I hadn't remembered the shampoo (which I'd just remembered then) and yet more on how I should be willing to help him with the scanner rather than do anything for tomorrow, so I picked up a pile of his history magazines and lobbed them at his feet.
So now he says, "If you want to go to Uxbridge, YOU CAN WALK"!
Now he's not talking to me. So Caroline, if I'm not there at 10am tomorrow, you know what's happened. *Sighs*
Desirée Skylark  xxx

Friday, 10 October 2008

I'm going crazy in here!

Current mood:  stressed

Stress, stress, stress...
Yesterday, we had to go and see Chris Picton again - at dinner time, which was the time David arranged.  Mum and I were starving (there wasn't any bread in the house, due to my father never wanting to go shopping, so we couldn't even grab a sandwich on the way out), and Mum almost refused to go.  At the very last minute, she changed her mind and went to change her clothes, saying that she was in a bad mood so "there would be four-letter words this time".  Oooh, I'm scared!
Admittedly, there was a four-letter word.  But it didn't come from Mum, it came from DAVID, who could not stop swearing the entire time.  By the end of it, Mum and I were so embarrassed we were standing in another room.  He just kept on and on swearing in his general conversation.  Oh well.
Anyways, he spent so long talking to Picton about silly things like designing book shelves for all his Mills & Boon ("fiction and non-fiction paperbacks", don't you know?!) that we didn't even get on to discussing the window Mum now wants to put in between her family history room and the extension-living room.  We did sort out the doors though (hopefully) - it seems we're changing the french windows to sliding doors, and keeping the back door as it is.  Let's just hope Mum doesn't change her mind again!
I finally finished off my Ponycon t-shirt, and I think this one is the worst yet.  Since most of the Con people aren't even on here, or at least won't be reading my blog before Saturday, I may as well let you know a little about it.
It features the usual "Pony Tales" rainbow logo (yellow, pink, green, blue, purple), with my name (Lancer) beneath in "pony-esque" font.  The main picture features five ponies in heart frames - Lancer in the centre with a full body shot, then Truly, Lofty, Pinkie Pie and Minty poking their heads through hearts around the edges.  Finally, I added matching hearts either side of my name.
The rainbow slopes for a start off, plus there's no such thing as a purple fabric crayon, it would seem.  So I had to mix pink and blue, which does not look pretty!  Of course, it's also very difficult to pick out fine details in crayon, so the pony heads look rather "smudged".  And finally I added my name on, and it's sloping even more than the rainbow!  So now the heart on the left side is actually touching the rainbow, and the "e" of Lancer looks all crushed.  *Sighs*
And NOW I've gone and lost my MLP purse, which I wanted to use at the Convention.  This house is a tip, and both of my parents keep literally throwing things on the floor where I have to sit.  It's too dark to see what I'm doing, and I can't get past all David's junk to any of the boxes where the purse might be.  So now I've been told by Mum to "use her old purse".  Oh, you mean the one that's actually in worse condition than my regular one?!
She has a stomach ache, so I shouldn't be moaning.  Apparently my voice is "ugly and common".  Oh, and you know nothing of my dreams, eh?  Give up the lies already, and stop battering me just because I've GOT a dream which is something you never seem to have had.
I didn't leave the house today, despite being promised a shopping trip on my own.  David took off and went to the internet cafe to order yet more Mills & Boon though.
Oh, and he went to see his ex-bosses about his backpay yesterday.  They owe him a grand total of £35,000.  They've offered him £20,000.  His response?  "Well, it's better than nothing, so I accepted." 
I'm just so stressed.  If I can't find that purse, I'm going to end up removing one from the front of one of the MLP comics I kept mint for my collection.  Not that it's mint anymore.  I just discovered a load of my stuff in the library is all bashed up from where a load of David's books fell on top of it all.
Tomorrow was to be my relaxing "beauty day", where I did as much as I could to make myself look half human for the weekend.  But now I'm going to be supervising my stupid father while he irons my t-shirt (it requires someone who can lift the ironing board over another load of junk.  This house is ridiculous!)  Not that I've been able to get my promised shopping trip anyway.  All I want is to go and buy some simple anti-perspirant and mascara.  Is that too much to ask, for goodness sake?!
I can't even have a bath this year (Yes, it's a year since I was able to have a proper bath and not wash at the sink! ), so I'll be treating myself to soaking my feet in a bucket of warm water tomorrow evening.  Also, pluck my eyebrows.  I've been leaving it for days which I usually can't stand to do, hoping for a clean finish, as such.  Facing all those people at the Convention, and then all Nick's family at the christening (plus Uncle John and Auntie Madeline, who are always critical about EVERYTHING!) is going to be a nightmare. John's not actually attending the christening due to ill-health, but I'm sure he'll make time while we pick Madeline up to ask me all the usual questions, to which I will not be rude enough to reply with the following answers, although that would feel so good!
"Why do you collect plastic ponies?"
"Um...because I like them?  Pretty much as you like those weird antique nude figurines. o_0"
"Why don't you have a boyfriend (and about ten ex-boyfriends!)?"
"Sorry, I don't need a boyfriend to make me happy.  In fact, men make me feel physically sick...  Not really surprising when I have male relations like yourself!"
"When are you getting your teeth straightened?"
"I'm not sure what's going on about that myself.  I really don't want that surgery, but people like you keeping on hardly boost my self-esteem!"
"What's happening about your education?  Did you fill in that form I sent you about becoming a rocket scientist?  You're very clever, you know, Des!"
"I really hope I can get a proper education started next year.  But no, I didn't fill in that form. (just an example, everyone.  That actual form doesn't really exist! In my heart, I will always be a performer.  Nobody can change that.  I need people around me!  I'd rather work for next to nothing in a shop than sit at a computer in a solitary office all day.  *Sighs*  Oh, and it's DesIREE, NOT DES!"
"Sorry, but let me just remind you there are two rules here.  This is a kissing house, and you are to be referred to as DES.""Thank you, Johnny.  Care to enforce any more rules?  We're giving your wife a lift to a christening, so maybe we should leave now, otherwise we'll be late."
"That's right, Des.  You can answer my questions when you bring Mad back.  See you all later!  *Endless kissing sounds*"
I am not looking forward to it at all.  But the least I can do is struggle to make myself look half decent.  I think I shall wear my grey Rainbow Brite t-shirt on Sunday.  At least I don't look so fat in that!  Maybe there's still hope for shopping tomorrow...if Mum will just stop saying, "What is it you want to buy?  Then I can come with you!" 
Now I really must go and figure out where to put the money I'm taking to the Ponycon.  At this rate, it will be loose in my silly little overly pink and sugary MLP handbag!
Best wishes,
Desiree   xxx

Wednesday, 8 October 2008

I'm downloading WHAT?!

Current mood:  shocked
It's 12.30am, so this can only be a very quick blog, but I wanted to let you all know what's been going on and why I haven't been around all that much lately, despite promising to write to so many people.
Well, the computer has been INCREDIBLY SLOW.   I mean, slow like you can't imagine.  Dial-up is slow, but this was ridiculous.  It was taking us up to TWO HOURS to send an e-mail.  I have been trying to get rid of all the photos and audio clips I've saved that I don't really need, even though I couldn't believe a few small files could make the computer slow down like this.  So that explains why I haven't been in touch.  All is back to normal now though, so I may as well let you know the full story, with a few funny little highlights of the last few days along the way.
So I left off on Thursday, when Mum and I went to Ealing Broadway and bought some underwear, didn't I?  Well, maybe I should start with a follow-up story from Friday.
Mum, having insisted on coming to the shop and embarrassing me, told me that she would pay for the underwear we were getting, since she was getting some for herself at the same time.  I thanked her, and not much else was said on the matter.  However, I did ask that she didn't tell David anything about it.  All right, so you all think I'm stupid and prudish now, don't you?  But I still think it's my right to ask her not to talk to my weird father about MY underwear.
Well, the second we met up with him, I saw her hanging back chattering.  The next day I found out why.  She won a troll for her collection on e-Bay for £6.  "Now I don't have to pay you for this troll, do I?  Because you said you'd pay for this."  She holds up my bra.  Er, so not only do you break a promise to me, but you LIE about how much it cost too?!  The total cost (including her half) was £6.  Oh, "but he wouldn't pay for her clothes"NO EXCUSE.  A promise is a promise, no matter how stupid.  And you don't understand why I don't want to go shopping with you for personal things?
An argument ensued after David had left the room.  I said I wanted to go shopping on my own if she couldn't be trusted to keep a secret about something I'd specifically asked her to.  She got seriously upset.  I can't even remember what I was going on about now, but I said something about how I was dreading going to see Emma on Sunday (two days ago), something I would normally enjoy, because I knew I was going to start sweating and stinking the place down, chasing after the kids.  "Oh, so that's what you want to go shopping for - deodrant!" Mum burst out laughing.  "Well, why can't I come with you?"  I was pretty upset by this point and screached something stupid at her about how she'd go "sharing the brand name with everybody she knows".  Of course, this only made her laugh even harder.  It was a petty argument, but it upset me somewhat.  How can you go and buy a simple can of anti-perspirant with her around...let alone the mascara I need so desperately?  Make-up is stupid, remember?  And I'm sure it's pointless to use anti-perspirant, let alone perfume...although I always smell a distinct perfume-y smell in the air before Mum sees anyone outside of this household.
David had snuck out to Woodberry in the morning (without us) to see if the painters were there, painting all of our walls white.  But they weren't.  However, David returned the next day (again, without us!) and did catch the man - yes, there's only one painter, despite Picton charging us for two.  He has been instructed to paint "all woodwork and ceilings gloss white".  Well, surprise, surprise!  We don't want gloss white everywhere.  So he has been instructed to stop.  He is continuing to paint the walls in the extension white to seal the plaster though.  The walls that we're probably knocking down anyway, that is.  Do I detect Picton trying to get his own way again? >.<
After David returned, we went to Currys to buy a printer/scanner which was really cheap in the sale.  Mum wants to scan all of her family photos before our trip to Blackpool so that her treasures are safe.  I'm sure that makes it just fine to leave the ponies in the house surrounded by drunks when we SHOULD be moving house.
David has not bothered to look at the scanner since then though, and we have no idea where to start setting it up.  (I've never even used a scanner).  *Sighs*  I'd love to get all my ride photos uploaded for the website I never get a chance to work on too sometime.
We also went to MBS (the bathroom shop) and finally ordered our basin.  David still hasn't ordered the fridge/freezer he's chosen on the internet though, and says there's "no hurry"!
On Sunday, we visited Emma's house for Abigale's birthday.  Well, Abigale's birthday was actually on saturday, but understandably they went out, so we went over there the next day.  I think she liked her presents although her attitude of "I'm not your friend anymore" when I've done absolutely nothing wrong worries me.  Mum spent most of the day building a Lego garage with Allan, while I had to run up and down stairs.  Just as I feared, I was sweating like a pig by the end of it, and I'm sure they must have noticed the smell in that clean house, but I wasn't going to waste what little anti-perspirant I have left with the Ponycon this weekend.
Yesterday we went to MFI to order the fridge/freezer (but they didn't have it in stock!  AGH!) and a radio/CD player which Mum wants for the kitchen.  While we were there, she took a look at the countertops we've bought, and decided she didn't like them.  It's too late to send it back and get it changed now though, and we can't spend more money.  This one cost £1300!  Personally, I can see nothing wrong with it, but Mum says it clashes with her precious dog tiles.  We'll just have to wait and see, I guess.
Mum's friend, Jill, sent me another pony - a beautiful little Sunlight.  I'm trying to think of a creative way to thank her now.  I've done e-cards, simple e-mails with lots of flowery words, sent her little gifts like packets of seeds (she's an avid gardener) - what the heck can I do now?  I feel so awkward that she's spent so much money on me.
Today, nothing much happened at all.  I just worked on my t-shirt for the Ponycon, and packed up a load of ponies.  Well, I also packed my bags up for Ponycon (sales items etc.) I just need to get my cash sorted out.  I'm pretty much broke though, so I don't see much point in going this year.  I'm a big spender when it comes to pony conventions.  I have £40, I think.  And most of the ponies I haven't got now cost about twice that!   Oh well, I've got about £33 worth of stuff to sell, so maybe I can get myself a special new addition for the herd...  Failing that, I may have to borrow some money out of the savings pot for proper shopping.  I may as well, since I'm obviously not going to be able to get any necessities until we move.  Ugh.
Ah, of course, one thing did happen today.  The thing that I started off writing about.  This computer was SO slow that we honestly couldn't do anything with it, so I just had to go through everything until I found the cause.
THEN I realised I'd downloaded Limewire sometime ago.  So it would appear that on top of that, I must have been looking up "Intelligence" (you know, the CBC show I couldn't get because we weren't moved in time to get Hallmark) and somehow clicked to download the second season.   Yes, honestly.  I didn't know!  So here I am, doing some kind of illegal download!  BUT I had already deleted the Limewire program by the time I figured this out.  So I had to download Limewire again (probably did some good though, since it was an updated version) in order to cancel the "Intelligence" files.  Then I find that since last Thursday, it's actually been downloading the entire time, and has now downloaded 5% of the series. o_0  That is amazing for the standards of this machine.  So now I'm torn what to do.  On the one hand, I'm not one for doing anything illegal, even if it's just downloading a TV show.  On the other hand, now it's done 5%, I'm seriously tempted.  Opinions, please?  It's probably going to take another couple of months to download on this slow machine anyway.  However, rather strangely, since I downloaded the updated version of Limewire, the computer is back to its normal (slow but manageable) self.  Maybe I'll just leave it there and see what happens...
Anyways, I really must dash.  Otherwise, I shan't get any sleep tonight.  Mum's got to go and pick up her latest pair of glasses tomorrow, so maybe I'll see if I can get a shopping trip then.
Best wishes,
Desirée Skylark  xxx