A Curious Girl: And if you tolerate this, then your tortoise will be next...

OK, I added that entry on its own because I though Clive might be logging off. So this might reach you tomorrow.

Sara discovered that Manic Street Preachers tour dates were being released, and told Abi, and together they skived off Psychology to go buy the magazine with them in. At break I got to witness them tell Michelle, who screamed and was deliriously happy. They marvelled over being so close to their idols. They yelled for joy, made plans and thought about how damn amazing it was that they were going to see the Manics at last, and this was the best thing that had ever happened to them. Chelle hugged me so hard my tortoise earring squeezed against my head and hurt. Abi kept asking if I was going, and encouraging me to come. Neither Sara nor Chelle seemed to mind or care, but Abi was being persuasive. It's kind of nice to think she was so eager to have me there at the great event of her life. But I'm not going. I have never had that kind of obsession about music, where, as Chelle said, "They'll take over your life; they're gorgeous and they're geniuses." I like some of their music, but overall they freak me out a bit, and I don't agee with some of their lyrics. I don't want to be the stick in the mud at the concert. This is partly because I'm happy for them (although the obsession is a bit worrying, I think), and partly because I don't want to be a misfit, or to deny myself. I don't mind the Manics, but I don't want to drag myself into being a top fan when I'm not. I'd rather my friends just knew that I'm not going to go crazy over them, and accept me for that. I know they will, because they're cool people. But it still kind of bothers me. I'm a misfit either way.

Abi looked worryingly normal today.

PS. Want to know an odd coincidence? The Manic Street Preachers' song 4 stone 7 features Caraline from the last entry.

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