I heard about a man who has been named "The Piano Man" a few days ago. He was found wandering the streets of Kent in a soaking wet suit on the 7th April (I remember this because that's Alice's birthday). He has not said a word since he was found. All the labels on his clothes had been removed, and when the carers at the institute they put him in (yeah that sentence is probably inaccurate grammatically and factually) gave him a piece of paper in the hope that he would write his name, he drew a picture of a grand piano in a spotlight instead. He plays the piano amazingly, thus his name. But he's not talking.
When Dad told me about him I thought, He must have had something terrible happen to him... That's what the news articles are saying too (I've just skimmed through some articles on the bbc website). I really hope they find out who he is and help the poor guy.
Saturday was rather fun. When we met Danielle she was in an ultra hyper-happy mood, which quickly degenerated into an Oh-My-God-I'm-So-Amazingly-Tired mood. And I was constantly worried that I was annoying her. But other than that it was really great. I spent £10 at Whittard's (OH MY GOD, almost half of that day's earnings!) on various LOVELY teas (I bought Pitta, which is Mint, Coriander and Hibiscus tea, and it is delicious) and three bags of Coffee Beans. I also bought George Formby: The Ultimate Collection because I love Formby SO VERY MUCH, and also The Milk Eyed Mender by Joannah Newsom. Now Joanna Newsom is a very bad singer. A very very bad singer. I heard The Book of Right On and absolutely loved it, although her voice sounded like that of a seven year old's, but after that I heard Peach, Pear, Plum, which could be used in a torture chamber, I can tell you. So I wasn't sure about buying her freaky-freaky album, until the cashier told me that I could always return it if I hated it. But I've listened to it a few times and, although a little painful (and wince-some) at times, due to her hap-hazard tunes and bad singing, it does grow on you. The album art is amazing. It's basically just cardboard with a photo of a patchwork that one of her friends (or somebody) did specifically for the album. It's rather unusual and a very good idea.
When Mum took my bed-clothes off of the bed for washing, she dragged everything that I had on it onto the floor. This included my pyjamas, a few t-shirts that I had moved, and the Joannah Newsom case. So now as a result the case has a scratch on the cardboard (admittedly not a very big scratch but it's not a perfect case anymore now). When I asked her to be more careful when taking things off of my bed she said
"There wasn't anything on the bed, Kim, it was all on the floor to start with."
BOLLOCKS. I put it all there myself that very morning. How can she expect me to keep my room tidy when she keeps on coming in and messing up my order?! I spend AGES sorting through everything and putting things back where they belong when Mum even so much as comes in to empty the dirty linen bin.
Oh and yes, before you say anything, I DO do stuff around the house, it's just that Mum is always willing to wash the clothes and sheets, so as long as she doesn't mind, I don't have to, hehe.
While I'm on the subject of imperfect things that I own: MONK.
Now this is a sore spot for me for I am bitter about it. Bitter as a LIME. I bought my Monk in a Virgin Megastores in Florida last year. I watched all the episodes, and when I was finally ready to turn my attention to the special features, I found that the music was louder than the speaking! It was SO annoying! So I took it to an English Virgin Megastores and had it swapped for a Region 2. Let us note at this point that the original American one was absolutely perfect. It had no scratches, no bends, still had its little pack of hand creamy stuff stuck to it, and still had that lovely "new DVD" smell to it that we so rarely get here in England. So I swapped it with an inferior English one with bends and scratches and no gel-pack (I salvaged my pack from the original though). What do I find when I stick it into the DVD player? The music's louder than the speaking!
I'm not going to take it back again though because I figure if two have it, then all of them probably have the same defect. But DAMN I want my old Monk back!
Okay that rant over. I think I've covered Staurday, ne?
I had my Japanese Oral today, and I forgot what 'dinner' is. I know now that it is �͂�B
I got 26/30 which is pretty darned good if you ask me. Kirsty did AMAZINGLY with 29! ^_^
Yesterday. I had a long free period yesterday in which I sat in the Language labs briefly doing something on the computer. As I was about to get up to go find William (he'd texted me to look after his phone while he went into an exam) I ran into Tim the Councillor. Since I'd only had two sessions with him and had missed the third twice (through no fault of my own, might I add) I asked if I could sort out the next session with him. So he took me into the room and we decided that I should wait until after the exams when I know what's going on before we arrange another session. He gave me a leaflet saying to me
"This is a leaflet of a person who might help with your obsessions" At this point I thought Obsessions? Did I mention obsessions to him? I can't remember! I don't think I did. If I didn't mention it, does that mean that he's reached some scarily similar conclusion to my own conclusion? Oh God, what does this mean now? "She does charge," he said, "so that might be a problem. But she is a specialist." I wasn't sure what to say, so I said
"Um... Ok... thanks."
"I'm finding it difficult to read your reaction. Are you.. shocked or..?"
Well it's probably hard to read my reaction because my face doesn't exactly display much of what I'm thinking most of the time (I've found this is the case, since whatever emotion I happen to be feeling, if I look in a mirror my face is always the same neutral expression.). Also I wasn't sure exactly what my reaction was.
So anyway I eventually left after talking about contacting my GP. When I got home I looked at the leaflet and do you know how much she charges? £60 per session. I mean, I knew it would be expensive but not that expensive. Oh well.
But I think I will need more sessions with Tim. I still feel really depressed, and even if somebody starts helping me with the 'obsessions' etc, would that help me in the happiness department? And as I know I started.. again... I know what I'm on about. And yes Kim, I know it's self-destructive but.. y'know. And I thought I'd stopped for good. I shall shut up now, ne? Hai, I shall shut up about this.
Well I think I've typed a sufficiently lengthy entry for today, ne? Good night then.
Kim xxx
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