False AllegationsWent to the last Scouts meeting of my troop last night. Realised as I was leaving just how sad that was. Also, halfway through Heather-Meg broke her leg whilst on the treasure hunt with one of the patrols. Now we know that the screaming we heard wasn't just Cathleen mucking around. I've never heard anything so pained, in hindsight.
Had a flour fight with the younger ones. Also taught 'frapping' again, which progressing into just hitting each other really hard with lengths of rope. The young boy who used to have (?) a crush on me has now developed into a healthy little creature.
And funniest yet...all those high-pitched little skinny things that I left when I got too old for Scouts...well, they're all about four inches taller than me and soud possessed because their voice hs broken. I feel partially proud of them, partially just amused.
I really have missed it, and I can't just close that chapter of my life. There's too much in there. Much nostalgia and want of tears now. Will relearn all skills learnt. Will try and keep in contact with small ones and ones my age. Don't care about the older ones, they're all corrupt and uninteresting.
- S.H.
Lonely
Devious Comments
Your pet male. *snick*
*hugs* All good things come to an end.
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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
Indeed, turns out he's NOT coming early, which he failed to inform me (yes he got back from work late, yes his phone was dead, but when I called him he was at home) (there is no escape from my blame in my relationships) so at least I've got this morning nice and awake now. Went for a lovely walk in the cold and the bush. Startled a couple of kangaroos.
*sigh* I always forget how much of my life I put into those things tho'. It's like Windy Harbour, I'm desperate to go back there because I know there'd be self-discovery...
- S.H.
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Never underestimate the power of a bruised sky.
Poor Heather-Meg!! Man, she was so nice..
Jammers you sound so determined to keep that scoutyness you've always had. And i think you should, you're a good lil scoutyonePr
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If it's Raining...
Oh, that's nice. Yay, kangas.
Yeah. i know the feeling.
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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
*sighs repeatedly staring out window*
- S.H.
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Never underestimate the power of a bruised sky.
I know, you should've heard the screams. Jesus. Oh and I may've tried to tell her hello from you lol Until we all realised who 'Mickey' was. You see it's just impractical to call your daughters 'Meghan' and 'Heather-Meg'. Gracious me.
I like the scouting. I like to scout.
- S.H.
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Never underestimate the power of a bruised sky.
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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
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Hello world! I love you.
- S.H.
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Never underestimate the power of a bruised sky.
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