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Sun, Sep. 25th, 2005, 07:30 pm
Sunday evening. ..

I'm tired ... </3

I saw him today. Me and sisters decided to go to nan's, and we walked through the lane-way. At first I decided not to, but then went back. My sisters stood about two metres away, both hid behind a bush :-\ .. The dogs barked; I heard him shout down to them. I waited ... nothing happened ... so I ... (it was rude of me *blushes*) I opened the door and called out to him! Then heard my sisters shouting my name and heard him going 'Lucy!' .. Perplexed, I shut the door and looked up: He had his head peered out of a small window; His hair - to my utter dissapointment was ... awful :( It was kinda shorter than it was before, and the red dye had turned pinky-red ... He looked naked - well - half naked from what I saw ... he said 'It's rude to just walk into other people's houses.' I was like 'Oh - yeah ... I thought you were coming down the stairs .. sorry .. ' I felt like a right twat ;) I think he mentioned yesterday; I apologised first. Then he asked me how I was; said I was ok, but school was boring. He said he was going back to college Wednesday .. um .. and that was about it really .. and I asked him what he was doing now, he just said 'lying on my bed.' hm ... oh - and he said 'I'm giving up smoking.' I was like YEAH RIGHT! :D That's what they all say. He was like 'seriously, I'm giving up. Haven't smoked fucking nothing since friday.' Hm .. ¬.¬

He'll give in. My dad tried that for a day and it only lasted for two hours :-\

Um .. that was about it ........

I suposse he has to keep his distance. Was quite surprised the way he said 'it's rude to walk into other peoples' houses.' It seemed quite ... nasty.

Um ... 'lying on my bed?' Haha maybe that's irony for 'I've got my girlfriend over' or something. .... Meh, I doubt it ... I'm just being silly ..

I somehow wished I was with him today; Didn't want to go to my nan's ... We could have talked about snails - Colin would have loved the story he told about the snail on his car!!!Watched the latest episode of Lost, drink tea; And laugh at my parents ... which we have done; And I think he mentioned something like 'Well at least it's not a fucking sacrificed lamb on the table.' Or the time when I mentioned the Most Haunted team and a local pub .. He was saying he's been in that pub and no ghost had come up to him; If he was in there while they were filming he said 'I'd be like fucking ... ' *jumps up in the air* 'Hi Mum I'm on telly!!! Hi mum - Mum?!?!!?!!!!!' - Hehe, that was so funny ...

But it was my fault ... I broke the ice; It was always there, I tried walking slowly, which I did; Then I got too excited and started jumping on the ice, til it cracked ... Then I was floating in water, lost aimlessly ... I still am now ...

:(

I want to go round tomorrow for some weird reason. Tomorrow I only have two lessons!

8.30: Textiles

9.30: FREE

10.55 Coms

11.55 FREE

2.30 FREE

So I'll be bored. And the last time I had the same Monday-schedule two weeks ago, I went round there when the cricket was on - England V Australia ......... [well, that passed] ... I remember him saying he didn't want to be interupted watching the cricket ... [well, that passed.]

I don't want to stay in school for like ... the rest of the day; I don't mind second lesson, but not after third. I'll need to speak to my Coms teacher about dropping Coms, but hopefully that won't last long ... Maybe ... I'll go out town, buy some stuff ... then go round? I don't want to go home; I'll be fucking bored as fuck. Unless I ring Nat and Li ... but I expect they'll be at college for the whole day ...................

But then again ... I'm too afraid to go round; Just incase he tells me to get on my bike, or something .. I don't know .... and... well, I doubt we'll talk much - not like we used to ... because ...

:'( Dunno?

... Anyway ... *ahem* .. let's brush that under the carpet for a while. *coughs* :( Gr, cough... I watched a film last night ... whoa, holy shit ... Ted Bundy. Total fucking nutcase. Lol, whooot was all that shit about ... when he broke into some girl's house; Raped her, stabbed in repeatedly in the fucking face and then like ... rammed her vagina in with a huge piece of wood .. . OUCH!!!!!!!!!! What a sick bloke. On one of the women he assulted, he bashed her head in so much, that her fucking skull was dented and you could see a bit of brain ... OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! GROSS!!!! And in the trail, he pleaded innocent .. well, I think he confessed just before his execution in 1989. Man, he was sicker than Fred West and Ian Brady put together ... well ... almost.

Ian Brady, the man who called himself a Yorkshireman came from Glasgow. He became obsessed with the Nazi-regime, power and sexual domination; He made his girlfriend and partner-in-crime, Myra Hindley, wear a Nazi-type uniform and bleach her hair blonde. He told her rape and the old, ultra violence was perfectly normal; To the point where she was so besotted by him, she'd do anything for him ... And believed in everything he said. She was a Christian, but Brady told her all religion was evil and stuff ... so she stopped going church...

My parents and me watch a film based on them when I was little. I remember it being in black and white; Myra and Ian went to a childrens' Fairground. Ian made Myra go and look for a helpless, innocent child ... which she did. I think it was either John or Lesley-Ann - I'm not sure ... but I remember Myra being on edge a little; Like she didn't want to do it, she cried at one point as she grabbed hold of the child's hand and led her away to the car. She had no choice because she loved Ian, and knew his terrible temper. I think they took Lesley back to this place ... recorded the whole thing ... the poor, 10 year old was crying, begging for her life ... Brady was telling her to shut up ...

Brady starved himself in prison; While Hindley protested her innocent for over three decades, and died in 2003 I think. Evil ... pure evil. But I believe Myra was so besotted with this bloke, that she'd do ANYTHING - ANYTHING for him. So .. Maybe, she was kinda innocent after all?

Sorry, I shouldn't talk about such sickness ... But I find it interesting. I know it's a morbid subject. Often I discuss it while eating my dinner .. I guess it's another subject me and dad have in common. One day, I'm going to go to Gloucester with my dad; We'll drive up through Cromwell Street ... eerie place ...

http://www.crimelibrary.com  .. I think that's right. Quite interesting. Another one of my favourite serial-killers is Dennis Nilsen. He murdered young men; Cut them up and put them under his floor-boards. Before he cut them up, he drew pictures of them and diagrams ... he wanted to publish these exercise-books full of stuff when he was in prison, but was denied. He confessed to all his murders. When the police came to collect him, he happily helped them undercover the bodies; During interviews he would explain in great detail about it all ...

Weird, weird man ... But obsessed with death. When he was a little boy, his grandad was lying in state. He couldn't understand why his grandad died, he loved his grandad. Why did he leave me? I'm lonely now ... He didn't want to leave his victims. He didn't want them to leave him. Often after he killed them, he'd just leave them for a day or to; Watch them decompose ... 'sleeping' like his grandad ...

... Ok, enough now :-\

I'm going to have a shower. Then watch Corrie. Finish the Syd Barrett drawing ...

xXx <3 peace to all ... Hope I didn't offend anyone ... xxx

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