Bry

Christina has pointed out that I never write anything here, and I have to admit, she might just be right.
So. An entry.
I had intended, of course, to write either the last day of 2007, or the first of 2008. But neither happened, chiefly because I was being a very posh pirate on the 31st (it was a Richardson party, so, naturally, we drank lots of wine and ate rich food, whilst in fancy dress)and on the 1st I met up with Edmund, and roamed the deserted streets of Saffron Walden, looking for a coffee shop. Incidentally, we did find a coffee shop - it was Costa, so don't tell Starbucks! :P
Although Starbucks are silly, because they don't have a chess set to go with their chess tables. When I discovered this, I was highly disappointed. They are still the best, even if they are expensive.
This is how my life currently stands:
James is about to go away for three months to ski in Canada. This is a source of vexation for me - I won't have anyone to cuddle (especially since all my gay friends have ended their intimacy with me), and Valentine's Day will be date-less.
Christina said that Marianne (from Sense and Sensibility) is utterly selfish. Do I agree? Well, yes, to an extent. She does wrap herself in her misery so much that she is rude to other people - that's not acceptable. But Christina picked up on the fact that she resentfully said "you don't know what I suffer" to Elinor, whilst Elinor, in private, also had a broken heart. I have to say, I side with Marianne, because she did not know that Elinor was happy, and therefore didn;t know how much those words would hurt. She was cruel, bunt unknowingly so, and once she realised she repented fully. Besides, I have to defend Marianne, because I see a great deal of her in me - her tendency to be histrionic, her adoration of all things romantic, her foolish but overwhelming devotion to the man (or men) of her life.
In other news, the Luffs are being elusive. When he picked up Eleri yesterday, Meredydd did not get out of the parked car to hug me, which hurt me a little, especially as I was feeling glum. Eleri pays me little attention at school. Maggie hasn't replied to the email I sent on Friday. And perhaps I know why - Lisa is staying. I daresay she is quite a family member now, and utterly charming. Anyway, she's taken my place (hah! I still consider it *my* place!! After a year and a half!) and so Maggie has a daughter, Eleri and Meredydd have a sister, and Geraint has a girlfriend. I don't fit anywhere, really - I'm a family friend, but a family friend who can't be there when Lisa is. Meh. I am jealous - but I also feel rather sorry for Lisa. It really can't be nice having your boyfriend's ex hanging around, giving the family presents and baking cakes and trying to maintain her old place, which is now yours. Or maybe it just doesn't bother her, because I'm not a threat. *sigh* Maggie said she loves me, but I do feel rather lonely. Perhaps I'm losing them, as Lisa gets closer to them. Without them, and without James, I fear these months will drag rather.
Edmund, however, offers some consolation. He is my closest friend at the Perse, and we are inseparable. But his Mum is so horrible that meeting up with him outside school is tricky, if not impossible.

This wasn't the most cheery of entries, but I'm not entirely cheerful at the moment. School is fun at times, but I feel rather glum, as do most people. It's the weather, I expect. Still, there are things to look forward to. My pancake party (if it ever happens). Going to London with Edmund in half term (I hope). And....Oh! Waffles on Wednesday!
Well, tea will be shortly, so I've rambled enough.
Bry
XxX

Hey,
it's a while since I've posted, so here goes: a life update.
Firstly, and yes Fran, I can hear you sigh in relief - I finally love James. It's not the wild, passionate, starry-eyed and awed love that I had last time. But it is a gentle affection that has grown into love. At times he annoys me, true. But the rest of the time he is so sweet and caring and loving and wonderful and handsome and, oh, everything good.
Today was my first day of upper sixth. In some ways it is infinitely preferable to be in upper sixth than lower - I have lots of friends, I know my way around, I've DROPPED PSYCHOLOGY!!! :D But in other ways it is scary - UCAS application, A levels. Yes, that's only two things, and out of the two of them I'm really only worried by UCAS. But it's silly, it seems to be some overwhelming rain cloud. But there is a compensation.
Eleri. She's in lower sixth now, at the Perse. At least, I think I'm glad...Yes, I'm fairly sure I am. I say that with an element of doubt, because it'll be interesting to see where the relationship between Eleri and Liz (her best friend) and me goes. Because Liz was jealous when Eleri paid me attention at CPYC. However, when Eleri and Liz came back from lunch, they sat with me again, which was nice. And my guys were including them in the conversation.
Edmund and I sat on the grass and discussed Keats. I'm reading romantic poets for my English.
Joel is in my English set, and he and Eleri will be on the Dublin tour!
Dr Connelly asked after my Dad, which is nice.
James is on a cycling tour right now. I miss him - he won't be back til the 21st - but hey, never mind.
I saw Maggie when she picked Eleri up. She gave me a hug, and informed me that my card to her was the first she received. (It was her birthday on Sunday).
It is Autumn, which makes me happy.
This is terribly fragmented, because I now have to go make tea. I'll post again soon.
Love
Bry
XxX

Hey,
Jonny turns up everywhere! He was at the Cabaret last week, and, as we came out of the church after the OLEM concert last night, I heard somebody behind me say, "Bryony!" I turned round and, as he hugged me, he said, "I knew it was you!" He introduced me to the girl he was walking with, and shook hands again with James. It was slightly awkward - you know how it is when you meet somebody you know, and you're not quite sure how long to string the conversation out for.
However, it was nice to see him nonetheless. CPYC isn't as fun without him.
You know, I really ought to be Ciceroing, so I'd best get back to that. I really don't have that much to say, anyway. Life is fairly boring. At least until the exams are over.
Thanks heavens this year I have no reason to watch the Eurovision Song Contest.
Love
Bry
XxX

Hey,
I had a great afternoon. Nothing in particular, just a lot of little, fun things.
After tennis (which was dull, but okay as it just involved chatting and hitting the ball every now and then) Edmund and I sat in the sixthform centre and talked. He said some terrible comment, like, "Once you've read one Jane Austen book, you've read them all!" so I wrote "heretic" on his face with my blue fountain pen. Heh, he really must be madly in love with me - he let me write on his face(blushing a little), whereas James held my hands by my sides when I tried to do it to him this morning! The conversation went on, as did the comments on his face - I wrote "fool", "meh", "slander", "swot" (amongst others) and drew flowers and a smiley face on his ear! Great fun! Nobody else lets me draw on them! :P Then we got into a Classics argument (yes, I know, it's sad) about whether Helen of Troy went with Paris by force (as an unwilling prize given by Aphrodite) or if she went with him because she wanted to. This argument got quite heated, but unfortunately neither of us had a text. So I said to Edmund, "Let's go to the classics department!" and we jumped up and walked out into the rain. Edmund at once took off his jacket to hold above my head! When we got there, we hunted for a couple of Classics books, and argued our case. We could not agree, and the debate was getting quite passionate, when in walked a Classics teacher, Mr Donnelly. The situation would have been amusing enough - two Lower Sixth pupils arguing loudly about a Classics topic - but it was made even more so by the fact that Edmund's face was covered with words and drawings! He did not comment on it, though, but answered our question in such a diplomatic way that it satisfied both of us! I nearly pointed to the word on Edmund's face which said "fool" when Mr Donnelly agreed with my half of the argument! Then we put the Classics books back in the office, and went up to the sixthform centre, laughing at the improbability of the situation, and what Mr Donnelly must have thought of Edmund's face! When we arrived back, I said he shouldn't doubt a lady's word, and he lay flat on the ground to beg for forgiveness, hehe!
A few minutes later, I had to leave, so Edmund came down to the music department with me, so he could keep me company as I got my viola and hold an umbrella for me.
He's wonderful, a true gentleman. They are scarce, sad to say.
However, JP is more of a gentleman than he would like to let on. I mentioned to him yesterday that I'd lost my TS Eliot, and he saw it and made the effort to walk over to me and give it back to me, instead of just telling me. :)
There's hope yet!
Love
Bry
XxX

Hey,
for many days now I have been trying to get hold of Hugo. I've texted him, I've rung his house several times and his mum has said he'll ring back. Of course he never did.
Mum said that this could be because he simply doesn't need or love me, that he's moved on, that I should leave him be. Of course, this did not please me: not least because it does not sound as if she has much faith in my charms and worth.
However, I tried again today, and got hold of him! I admonished him, saying "I'd started to doubt your existance," and he said, in true Hugoeque fashion, "Don't do that, I might start to fade!" I said that I'd finally caught him, and he replied, "I'll be giving out finer nets." These are the kind of statements that make me love him! I'm seeing him next Tuesday. Wow! He's not escaped me - I have him still! :D And that pleases me.
Love
Bry
XxX

Hey,
well, I met up with Fran today, and we spent time in a suitably lazy way for a sunny morning - talking, sitting on Jesus Green, going round town. I dragged her into Monsoon, and considered whether to buy a dress. We agreed that I should try and get my Dad to pay for half.
I wandered into CJ and mentioned that I'd fallen in love with this dress. Dad offered straight away to pay for it - all of it! Wow! So I now have a simply beautiful red dress.
Isn't my Dad amazing?
So I've been given a dress by Dad, one from Simon...My family is so generous
I'm going to miss my brother, he's gone to the National Youth Choir. Still, I have plenty of fun lined up for the rest of this holiday - possibly iceskating, SHOW OF HANDS!!, seeing the Luffs, meeting up with James Quelch, trying to get hold of Hugo...It's all good.
The sun is shining, and I feel good.
Bry
XxX

Hey,
last night I went out to see a play in London on a school trip. It wasn't great,to be honest, but Edmund's company more than made up for it. Firstly, he insisted on carrying my bag for me, aww! We went to a cafe, and he got down a smoothie for me, then didn't hand it over. I thought, "How sweet." He ordered his bagel first, then turned to me and said, "It's chicken you wanted, right?" He bought me my meal! AWWW! How adorable is that?? He also walked on the side of the road closest to the traffic. A true gentleman. It's just as well I don't fancy him, or James would have competition. :P
I've been worrying for a few months now: should I study English or History at Uni? Today I have decided: English. English it has to be. I went to see Dr Connelly at lunch, and he gave me a book list, and enthused at length about various Universities. He also paid me a huge compliment - he said I should apply to Oxbridge! Whether I do or not is another matter - the fact he thinks I'm a possible candidate is wonderful!
English it is.
I am happy! :D
I saw a lecture at St Marys on Medieval history. It was very good, and I saw Sarah and Becky. Hehe, so many more Perse boys came than St Marys girls! We are so enthusiastic about history, obviously! :P
I shall go to bed now. I have so much work to do this weekend.
Bry
XxX

Hey,
perhaps my half term won't be quite as good as I anticipated on Saturday. I have a broken toe.
The Dude was running down the hall, and raised his tail in a threatening manner, to do his business. To stop him, I ran down (in the dark) and crashed into the porch door.
It hurt. A lot.
Still, I didn't think it was broken. So, after cursing the cat (maybe slightly unjustly) and finishing the episode of Jeeves and Wooster I was watching, I went to bed.
It hurt when I woke up this morning. So we went to the hospital, and got it strapped up. It is fractured. It will heal in four to six weeks.
No iceskating for me.
So, a revised half term:
Today: No CJ, but Dan and James are coming over in the evening
Tomorrow: Probably CJ, Luffs in late afternoon.
Wednesday: Hopefully my limpet will take me out for a meal, then I'll stay the night (in the spare bedroom, don't worry!)
Thursday: CJ in the afternoon
That's all I've planned.
I'll get James to take me iceskating in the Easter holidays, once I've recovered.
Damn cruel fortune! The one Valentine's Day I could go iceskating!
Hey, it doesn't matter. And there are compensations. Si rang me up when I texted him to tell Ruth not to come shopping, and he said, "Babes, are you ok?" and sounded generally very concerned and called me sweetie. And Laurence made me some muffins.
Bry
XxX

Hey,
my half term seems to be shaping up quite well.
Tomorrow: sleep in, school work, wax painting (James' Valentine's card)
Monday: CJ, James to watch a film (and possibly Dan as well)
Tuesday: CJ, Luffs in the evening
Wednesday: Iceskating in Peterborough with James, then to his house for a meal (cooked by him, hehe!) and staying the night
That's all I've planned so far.
Aw, it's sooo sweet, yesterday as Edmund and I were walking in the rain, I complained that i was getting wet, so he took off his jacket and handed it to me to hold above my head! Aww! How gentlemanly! He also offered to carry my bag (this I would not allow, I don't mean him to be my slave!)
Life is good. But for now, bed calls, and I have a headache.
Love
Bry
XxX

Hey,
Probably I'm thinking too deeply again. Like when I heard that piano music. But I think today I shall contemplate the snow.
I love the snow. When I see it falling, thick and fast, it's magical. First thing in the morning, before anybody is awake, it is so beautiful, covering the ground with a layer of white. I just feel calm, looking at the trees with their clothing of white, before I let the bubble of excitement engulf me - what fun! What fun I'll have today, playing in the snow with friends, laughing, building, and maybe, just maybe, it'll be a holiday - school will shut!
There is a sense of anxiety as I watch it fall - for what if it should stop? What if it should melt??
Out on my bike I go, and the little flakes hit my eyes, stinging. But still, I am happy. Today is a GOOD day. That history test will be cancelled. And then some kids think it's fun to throw a snowball at me as I cycle past - well, that's human nature for you. And just briefly I wish it could just be me - and the snow, in an untouched landscape, surrounded by the cold beauty. But then I think, "No, what's the point in snow if you can't have fun with your friends? It's people that count."
Then, as I bike into Glebe road, I fall off. Well, I pick myself up again, and somehow some of the glory of the snow is diminished. But only momentarily. I haven't broken my arm - so I shouldn't be annoyed!
I arrive at school. And I'm all hyper - is school going to be cancelled? Is it not? Apparently not. People keep arriving. But the snow keeps falling. So I sing that really annoying song with the choir in music assembly, and James turns up with his embarrassingly orange jacket. We turn up to history - and yes, we take the test. Mr Clarke won't budge - we simply must get on with our Psychology. And then breaktime - James is STILL in that orange jacket! We sit and chat, and moan that Perse Girls, Hills and Long are cancelled. But next - next is Connelly's lesson! My favourite in the week! :D We arrive, and he informs us that we can go home if we like - school is cancelled now. But we shake our heads and tell him the only reason we came in was for his lesson! So we go up to E3 and read through the script that JP wrote for our homework. It has to include the line, "Well, it was pretty f***ing obvious that that would happen, wouldn't you say?" It turns out it's an attack at religion. Which, fortunately, doesn't offend any of us (Hannah, Dr Connelly, David Ward and me). Connelly goes so far as to say, "I personally think that Christianity is the greatest con." (Sorry, Christians all!) Then, after analysing the script, Connelly hands out photocopies of mine!!! :D JP is just dying to be Diogenes, so I give him that role. He is fantastic. Hannah is Tracy, David is Lewis. I really want Connelly to be Lewis, but I don't want to offend David. So Connelly reads out the stage directions! They find it funny :D Connelly finds a rather amusing (and embarrassing, for me) typo, and reads it out with relish, so I hit him with my copy of the script! At 12:30, we leave it there. I meet James and Edmund in the sixthform centre, and suggest we go outside. So we do, running across the field. I throw snowballs at my limpet, then we build a snowman. Then I happily make snow angels. As Edmund leaves, I give him an enthusiastic hug. As we return to the sixthform centre, James agrees to come home with me for a little. I give Joel, Sam and Mark a hug too. Then James and I walk home. The snow has stopped, and this is depressing. And James and I talk about God and mortality, and all of a sudden James is unhappy and confused. I am filled with remorse. So when we get home, I tell him the important thing is that he knows people are here, at least. He and I cuddle for a bit, and I tickle him! The snow, which has started again, turns to sleet.
When James has gone, I look at the world. The sleet has done its job. The snow is muddy and severely diminshed. The snowmen now just look ugly, with their brown flecked snow. I check the bbc website - no more snow is forcast. So, a little sadly, I acknowledge that that's it for this year.
See what I mean? Snow brings excitement, joy, fun, anticipation. But then it brings anxiety, annoyance (when it melts) and ultimately, it makes everything look dull, worn out, and ugly.
It's a bit like life, really.
I wonder how many millions of people have made that comparison. I should come up with something more original, really.
But I still had a great day. No matter how tired that brown rooftop looks with its last clinging remnants of white, I had a beautiful day, in many respects.
Listen to me, being slightly gloomy. Believe me, when I was outside with James and Edmund, I was so happy I was dancing and laughing in the snow.
But now I am ever so slightly glum. For no real reason.
Bry
XxX

Hey,
yesterday was a sunny day.
James stayed over on Friday night, and we had an orchestra rehearsal, which, alas, was rather dull. However, afterwards he came over and had a quick bite to eat, before leaving for wine tasting in Herifordshire (random, I know). I went to CJ for about 3 hours, and fortunately, with the aid of Joni Mitchell, Jack Johnson, Seth Lakeman and Show of Hands, the time passed suitably quickly. Then I walked through the sunny Cambridge streets to Cauis. Have you ever noticed how lovely the streets in the area of Kings Parade are? Especially when it's sunlit and there is the beautiful sound of lilting piano music floating through the air. Somebody was busking - but I couldn't see where they were, and the music was so - so *present* and surrounding that it sounded as though it was a soundtrack to my life. It was enchanting, magical - and I wanted to ask a passerby if they could hear it too, just in case I was imagining it, and it was a manifestation of me feeling peaceful! It really did sound as though the music was enveloping me, as if the world was filled with it, it didn't seem to come from just one direction. If only I knew what it was - it was one of those pieces that they are ever so fond of on Classic FM. (Is it Beethoven?)I knew every note of it, even though I can't recall its name or composer, and, because of this, as I stood waiting for Meredydd to come and meet me outside Cauis, I felt a sadness as it drew to an end. I half-thought that it wouldn't start again, if the piece finished - as though it was music made by angels or something beautifully supernatural, and once it had stopped I wouldn't hear it again, the world would snap back to dull reality. But after that piece finished, another started, and I felt happy.
I should have found where it was coming from and given the pianist a lot of money - I don't know why, but that music really touched me. I've heard that piece before, and never been moved, but I think it was the setting that made it enchanting - the sunlight, the feeling of just existing in the world and loving it, oh, it was just perfect. Have you ever had those moments that you would just like to stick in a scrap book of your life, to revisit again and again, which to many people just wouldn't matter? I guess most of the people who heard that music just thought, "Oh, it's that piece again, I've heard it so many times..." or "Not another busker!" Or perhaps they just didn't even think about it, because it wasn't important. I don't know why it's important to me, but it touched me, it really did. There are many moments I'd love to relive, but they usually involve being with people I love, hardly ever just me feeling at peace with the world. Just because of piano music.
Do you think me mad to be waffling on at such length about a piece played (most probably) on a keyboard? I wish I could explain - I really do - but words can be so clumsy. I'd never be able to describe why it meant so much to me - I don't even know myself. Perhaps that's part of its beauty, its enchanting mystery.
Yes, I can see you rolling your eyes at me. It's just piano music! It's just somebody out to make a little money! It's not remotely to do with the meaning of life, stop reading into things! Stop being a hopeless romantic!
But beautiful moments like that, where you can't place why you feel the way you do, and you can't describe what you're feeling, are so rare that it's good to treasure them.
Anyway, Meredydd came to meet me, and gave me a fond hug. We went to his room, and I saw he'd pinned my wax painting to his board. He gave me another hug when I gave him a chocolate orange. We had some bread and jam, and some rather exciting chocolate which came from Germany and was entitled "Exploding stars" - there must have been sherbet in there or something, because when you ate it there was a tingling sensation and you heard a faint, fizzing pop go off in your mouth. It was rather distracting, actually! After half an hour, he had to go to dance practice, so he walked me out of Cauis to where his bike was, then gave me a fourth and final hug and kiss on the cheek. I said I hoped to plague him soon - and he said that my kind of plague is always welcome!
I wasted time in shops - predictably NEXT and Monsoon - until 6 when I met a bunch of St Marys people by Maudlin bridge. I saw Edmund there, and decided to stick close by him - I imagine a lot of people he hardly knows might have been intimidating. I had a lovely meal, chatting to Emma, Sheri and Edmund, and you, Fran, came and found me and gave me a book! Yay! I've started it, by the way. I had a brief girly chat with my darling Kt. Then, after the meal, Edmund agreed to wait with me until Mum picked me up. He's such a sweet gentleman, I knew I could count on him. So we stood opposite Catherine Jones and talked of Shakespeare, poetry and chocolate! Mum scooped me up just as his parents came strolling down the street - perfect timing!
All in all, yesterday was beautiful. It's days like this when it helps to recall that kind of magic - for today, the skies are grey, and I've only work to keep me occupied. And my trousers smell of Japanese food! So today is mundane. But it helps to remember that there are magical days, there are just generally good days as well, and, most importantly, it is a miracle I am alive, here, today. Isn't it?
Now I shall contemplate what philosophy can be found in a road sign.
Lots of love
Bry
XxX

Hey,
Well, yesterday was fantastic. Ruth, Si, Dad, James and I went to see Nerina Pallot at the Junction.
After school James and I drove home, and listened to music for a little while. Hehe, he's so ticklish, we have tickle wars! Ruth, Si, James and I sang through some music, but we were too high spirited to do a proper job of singing, which was a pity. Mum dropped us at the Junction, while Simon was noble and biked. We had to wait for ages, and we first listened to a chap who did a couple of rather good songs, with his brother on the piano and percussion. Finally Nerina Pallot came on. I knew almost all her songs. She was FANTASTIC! And she's so girly and sweet! Hehe! When she finished we clapped so loudly and so hard, until she came back on and did three more songs.
We all had a brilliant time.
James left at 11:30 today. I had a girly confidential chat with Ruth, then went out to work. Now I am shattered.
Love
Bry
XxX

Hey,
today was fun. I'm just feeling good - now, why is that? Hmm....What happened?
Well, I had double English. And I have developed a passion for TS Eliot. It is stunning stuff. Imagine how brilliant it would be if I was taught it by Connelly! As it is, I love it. Hence the title, which is a line from "Portrait of a lady", which is so beautiful, and so sad.
My singing lesson went well.
At lunch, I had about 15 minutes with James. Then I had games - Aikido, run by Miss Belamy. Joel is doing it too. It's fairly fun, but I'm useless.
I then chatted with Gemma until my limpet's friends arrived, and then finally, James. I sat on his lap (only because there was a lack of seating, I assure you!) and, when he made some comment or other, I threatened, "I'll sit on Dan's knee." Dan is James' best friend, and it is true that he is friendly and handsome, but I do not fancy him. I simply say this to tease James :P Perhaps I should not, as James says he does actually feel threatened by Dan, even though I've told him I'm not going anywhere. The other day, when I cuddled up to Joel and James declared he wasn't threatened, Dan offered to have me on his knee (this was to stop James telling the monk joke.) I declined gracefully:P
Anyway, we got onto the topic of people picking girls up and carrying them in their arms. I recalled the time that Geraint and Meredydd took it in turns to carry me around Anglesey Abbey. As we went out the common room, and down the stairs, Dan scooped me up and carried me down (picking me up by the legs, not with my arms around his shoulders - this was all very unexpected and slightly undignified!) I, of course, burst out laughing, and James went very red and declared, "I hate you, Rowson!" (Rowson is Dan's surname). And when he shot a (jokingly) reproachful look at me, I said, "Fine," and moved into step with Dan. After a couple of seconds I went back to James, smiling adoringly and repentently, hehe!
I love to tease people! :P It is a sign of affection.
Choir was..well, choir was alright. James and I winked at each other - as somebody has complaied that we smile too much.
James dropped me home. We listened to the Smiths as he drove. It's so cool! He passed his test on Friday, and got an offer from Fitzwilliam college! :) When we arrived at my house we may have taken a little while to say goodbye. Bad traffic, don't you know - that's why he's so late home:P
Don't read on if you think I shouldn't record compliments given by my teachers. I'm not being vain. This helps me have confidence in my own abilities.
This evening was Parents' evening. And my teachers were very generous with their compliments. Mr Morgan said that I will be fine, as soon as we work on essay technique; Mrs Taysom was complimentary beyond belief, given that she can be fairly cutting, and says that I needn't be so harsh on myself; Connelly was, of course, fantastic - and said that I have the makings of a writer, and that I made his evening by saying I was considering English at Uni - and he and Dad enthused at length about Mamet; Mr Clarke didn't say anything of note, except I should consider Psychology for next year (no way, I hope!); Mr Roberts said I was a cheerful and hard working member of the class; and Mr Green rambled at length about university choices.
So it was a good evening.
And now, before anything happens to dampen my mood, I will go to bed.
Bry
XxX

Hey,
today was a rather fun day.
Dad drove me in, as it was so windy. We listened to Joni Mitchell.
Connelly's lesson, was, as usual, brilliant. We started Glengarry Glen Ross. I read one of the parts to begin with. Hannah made us all laugh by requesting a segment of the orange that Connelly was about to eat. A few minutes later, just before he finished it, he gave it to her, and we all laughed again.
On the way to History, the wind blew a piece of paper out of my hand. I decided to let it go (it was just revision notes) but Edmund threw down his bag and sprinted after it, then ran back and gave it to me - awwww!!! Joel turned to me and said, "Now why didn't I do that?" Hehe! These guys looking after me! :)
At lunch James told his Monk joke. I find this fairly embarrassing, because he gets really into it, and does the actions, and speaks in a ridiculous voice (that of the monk). So first I tried to shut him up by covering his mouth, but the others poked me, so I gave up on that. Then I went and cuddled up to Joel, and he declared he doesn't feel threatened by a gay guy. So I instead said, "Which straight guy can I choose?" and went over to Sam and leaned on his shoulder. Apparently James was a little concerned with this, but he carried on regardless. So I interrupted every now and again by giggling loudly. I then went over and cuddled up to Edmund, who, when he realised what was going on, lept back with a yelp! Eventually James had finished, and I gave him a lucky hug before he vanished to his exam.
For some reason we got onto the topic of marriage and engagement. So Joel turned to me and asked me to marry him. Of course I accepted. Then Sam said, "Oh, will you marry me?" and I accepted his proposal too. Ged proposed, but I gently rejected him - I wouldn't want to give him ideas :P Then Edmund came back from Classical Society, and I said, "Go down on one knee." He looked blank, then said, "No." So I said, "Fine. Edmund - will you marry me?" "What??" "Will you marry me??" "What? I - no." "You won't marry me???" I then went to hug Joel, telling him I'd been rejected. Then, as we went to registration, I told him that Joel at least wanted to marry me. "Oh, you're getting married to Joel? Fine, I will marry you." Hehe!! I think I took him a little by surprise with that question. He did blush a little too. It's such fun :P
During Class Civ, when Mr Green gave us time to work on the computers, I found Edmund to ask him if he'd seen my limpet (James.) He hadn't, so we ended up having a conversation. In true Edmund fashion, he told me a couple of rather nasty anecdotes of what various people had done to their enemies, and then laughed at how inept he is at charming a girl. I said, "Edmund, do you mind if we break off the engagement?" and this set him laughing for a good long while. Hehe! We then chatted about how he was scared of girls for a bit, and after a while I told him he's fantastic - he really is, he's so eccentric and gentlemanly and knows so many random facts and he is just brilliant! Hehe!! He wouldn't last two seconds in a state school. And I do love those kind of people. :P
(Sian, before you direct any meaningful looks at me, just because I've spent a little while talking about how much I like him, I don't like him in *that* way. Sorry to disappoint, but there's only one guy at school who I like in *that* way and I happen to be going out with him :P)
At 4:45, it was time for somebody to pick me up. I stood in the wind waiting, wondering if Mum bad forgotten me, as nobody had yet arrived. Sam walked past, and offered me a lift - but I didn't know whether to accept or not - what if somebody was on their way? So in the end I sheltered in his Mum's car while he ran up to fetch his mobile so I could ring and check. Of course, by the time he arrived back, Si had arrived. So his journey was wasted. But it was so sweet of him! What a gentleman! His Mum's really nice too - I had a chat with her.
Altogether today was a good day. Fun lessons, guy mates who take care of me and who I have a laugh with, and a boyfriend who has proven himself to be a limpet - he went round the school for ages looking for me in the five minute break so he could tell me how his exam went. I informed him that I was engaged, but he didn't seem too concerned :P
The down side is I have an essay to write. Due in tomorrow.
Hehe! Today was good! :)
Love
Bry
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Hey,
this evening Clare and Jeff came round. I had a lovely conversation with Jeff whilst cooking the pasta. We sat down and ate. When it came to desert, Dad requested some Baileys to go with the fruit salad and icecream, so I retrieved the bottle that the cats(!) gave me at Christmas. When it came to seconds, Jeff declined the fruit salad, but when I said, "Icecream, Jeffery, dear," he of course accepted!
Well, Dad took portraits of Jeff, Clare, Mum and me. Jeff and I couldn't resist our whole "star" routine. We've both been on TV, so we always go on about how we're stars...Really, we can go on forever. Other people get slightly annoyed with us, I feel. I was very proud of my hat!
Jeff and I love having our photo taken. And Mum and Clare don't. So our vanity was kind of balanced out!
Dad wants to make this an annual event - having our portrait taken. Absolutely fine by me!!
Love
Bry
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Hey,
yesterday I rang Eleri up and asked if she'd like to come over for our girly sleepover. I then rang again to tell her to wash her hair, but she was out - instead I spoke to Meredydd, who sounded very spaced out (he said he'd just been doing programming). I was talking and he just said, "Oh! It's frosty outside!" I biked into town to talk to Matt about some work at CJ, then went home again. Meredydd dropped Eleri off and gave me a quick hug as he apologised that he couldn't come over in the evening for a film. Then he dashed off again, with the promise that he's see me as soon as things were less mad. Eleri and I chatted, then watched "The Shawshank Redeption." Dad took our portrait and then we sat down to watch "Charlotte Grey" with popcorn! We went to bed, and talked, and were asleep at around 1:00. She brought me Christmas presents and some lovely red flowers. We woke at 9 and had breakfast, then played memory game. Maggie picked her up at 11:15, and whirled out the door again, after assuring me I could drop by (to give them their present).
Oh, how I miss them all! How I love them all. It was so good to see Meredydd, for two seconds, and Maggie is lovely. And Eleri said she had a lovely time with me, and I love her.
Oh, it frosted over wonderfully last night, and it's freezing! It finally feels like Christmas! And I'm going Carol Singing, yay!!
Bry
XxX

Hey,
this morning was pretty good. I, unfortunately, had a row with mum about parties. We seem to have a shouting match before every single one. But hey, it's worth it in the end. I'm not willing to sacrifice parties simply because Mum doesn't like them.
Eventually Mum dropped Dad and me in town. I had woken this morning to the sound of the rain lashing against the windows, and, although I usually delight in the sound of rain when I don't have to get up immediately, I was slightly put out - for who would go busking in that kind of weather? I needed to do an observation for Psychology on who gives money to buskers. However, by the time Dad and I reached town, it was a beautiful, sunny day. We walked past St Andrew's church, and heard "Hark the Herald Angels sing", reminding us that it's the first Sunday of Advent. We went to Starbucks and had a coffee and hot chocolate. This is such a lovely, comforting tradition for me - it reminds me of the times that Dad and I used to frequently go there on a Sunday morning, as our treat. I will always feel happy when I am in Starbucks. I know some people hate it, because it is not individual, and it is American, but I will always love it. We had a nice conversation, then wandered round town for a bit, searching for buskers, who were surprisingly elusive. There was not one. So we agreed, shockingly, to fabricate my data. Come on, it's not as if I don't know what I'm doing - from all the times I've been busking I know what sort are generous. We went briefly to Catherine Jones, then to the craft market, where we saw the most gorgeous blue and silver dangly sparkly earings. Dad bought them for me as my 17th birthday present. We then got mum to pick us up.
It was a lovely day in town. Unfortunately I now have to write my English essay...*sigh*
Bry
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Hey,
today was a rather giggly day. Double English always sees me laughing - Dr Connelly is so funny. At break Edmund was buried in the book "The Historian", but he surfaced to talk to me! :D At lunch Sian came to see us. We hung out in the lecture theatre, and every now and again to worry the guys I draped myself over Sian and claimed she was mine! Edmund said he was going to the Perse Girls for the Latin reading competition, and Ged remarked, "He's cheating on you." I decided this was a good thing to tease him about, so I said to Edmund, who hadn't heard Ged, "You're cheating on me! How dare you!" Edmund went bright red and stammered, "What?? What's going on??" Hehe! I love to confuse him! It's all affectionate :P I only tease people I like. In one of my frees Adam and Joel were free as well, so we sat and talked. Joel played with my hair a bit as I lay along the chair (I was kinda sleepy) and then we freaked the others out by huddling up together in the corner and discussing what types of guys we find fit! :P After school I tried to record the psalms for Edmund. However, the first psalm was a little shaky, and Ben then tried to do his, but we were errupting into fits of giggles for no real reason. So when it came to my turn again, I was too busy laughing to concentrate. We gave up. The others were worried about Edmund's reaction, but he won't mind - not if I apologise. He's too gentlemanly to be cross with me. So that'll be alright.
I have connections in high places :P
The Crucible is tomorrow. I'm seeing it with Becky and Joel is coming home with me beforehand, so he doesn't have to wait at school. So tomorrow'll be good.
Today was quite entertaining.
And I got to talk to James again before choir :) We were sharing alarm clock stories, hehe. Yes, random topic, I know.
Bry
XxX

Hey,
today I spent quite a proportion of my time sewing sacking for a cross. This cross will be strung up in the lecture theatre for the crucible. In a way, it was actually quite fun and I did have plenty of time to chat to my friends - and of course I missed games!
Edmund says that he owes me a lot of chocolate because I'm going to be recorded singing psalms for his play. It's a scary thought - I hate the sound of my voice on recording! Edmund says that my singing is lovely and he has every faith in me...Meh, no pressure or anything! I said, "You know tomorrow I have chorale? And tomorrow's cake day?" "Yes of course," he replied. I have him trained well :P
We were talking about writing today, and I mentioned my Gaia stories. Perhaps I'll send them for Edmund to read at some point.
Right, History revision and singing to do.
Bry
XxX

Hey,
Yesterday I saw my favourite family.
Before 4:30 it was a kind of average day - just your run-of-the-mill Friday. We had a lovely cake brought in by Matt during history. Most of the class was away on a Politics trip, so we did ten minutes of work, then spent ten minutes talking about the weekend and eating. Mr Roberts was giving a talk to the Third Form, so we left 20 minutes early.
I am very proud of my purple jumper. It is a beautiful plum colour, and David commented yesterday that I was being patriotic (purple is the Perse's colour) and it is a lovely colour of purple too.
At 4:00 I walked down to Glebe Road with Adam and talked to him until about 4:20 when I walked down to meet Maggie at Eler's Pilates teacher's house. We had a cup of hot chocolate and chatted. Apparently Meredydd said it was good to see me on Saturday :D I said how much I miss them, and Maggie said, "We all love you, Bryony." At 5:30 Eleri had finished, so we picked Yoyo up and went back to the Luffs' house. I was in my school suit, so Eleri offered to lend me some of her clothes - "After all, you've borrowed my pjs many times!" I put on a pair of her jeans and a gorgeous brown top which actually suits me. Everyone said I look good in her clothes! :D And, bless, she still has that message I wrote on her board while she was in China.
Gwilym came home and we sat down in the cinema room to watch Cadfael - "Monk's Hood". Maggie and Gwilym are such a sweet couple, cuddling up on the sofa and saying they love each other - aww! It's lovely to see such affection. We then got tea together. Maggie had bought a rain hat yesterday, and was showing it off very proudly. I am a hat girl, so it suited me :) She put it on Gwilym when he went outside to put something in the bin - hehe! We cooked pork chops and baked potatoes, then sat down and said Grace in Welsh. We looked at some photos of us dancing in the rain on that happy, happy July day - perhaps the most beautiful day of my life. We talked about Perse concerts, and Eleri said Maggie and Gwilym were very happy when I saved them a place at the OLEM concert. Then Maggie asked if we could watch another Cadfael, but I objected, "If we watch too many of them, they'll run out sooner and I'll stop coming round..." "There are other films!" Maggie said. "We have no intention of forgetting you." So we settled down to watch "The Virgin in the Ice". Eleri called me sweet :)They enjoyed the Cadfael, and at 10::15 Gwilym dropped me home. Eleri has lent me her clothes until I see her next, and I have lent them "Breakfast at Tiffany's".
Eleri and I have planned a girly day in the Christmas holidays. We will go shopping, then come back to my place. Dad will take our portrait (she says that she's not photogenic, but that my Dad is a genius!) Then we'll have a sleepever and watch films and get very little sleep! I'm looking forward to it already. We may even get the video camera out and record sketches, hehe!
Well, I had a lovely evening, and I feel loved by four out of five darling Luffs. It's ironic that I met them through the one Luff who doesn't want me anymore. But on the 13th of August I thought I'd lost them all, and as that's not the case, I am happy.
They are the best family I've ever met.
Love
Bry
XxX