I'm beginning to think that I'm not functional enough to make it work with a tortured artist. Coz I just kinda stop.

There's nothing like listening to your music and smoking endless cigarettes to make a girl swoon over you.

And I think that for a brief moment, I did almost fall in love with you, because there was no point in not.

But now you're not talking to me and so whatever.

Whatever.

Phhwwwoooooaaaaaaarrr

Wowzer last night was fantastic in an oh fuck who the fuck gave me tequila kinda way.

The Rundown...
-It involved partying with the French rugby team. A workmate walked past me in the club and said "I love you, and now I'm going to take this French boy home. At least I think he's French..."
-I decided very early on that I could be Superman because I ran home from work, got changed, walked in absurd shoes to the bar I was meeting boy at in less than 10 minutes.
-Sorted stuff out with boy. The convo went
him: "So... are you interested in this going further?"
me: "Uh... no. I tried, but I don't see you in that way. But you're really nice"
him: "Yeah, I just wanted to set things straight. Let's still spoon."
So yays it worked.
-Requesting Dizzee Rascal 4 times before the DJ told me to stop requesting.
-Singing along almost word for word to Drop it like it's Hot. They played a lot of Snoop.
-Going to the farewell party of a Scottish lesbian I met the night I took e
-Watching boy restrain Rochelle as she tried to jump into the bucket fountain.

And today, I finished my slides. And I'm only moderately hungover.

Also, my scarf is longer than my legs now. While this isn't really hard, it's still exciting. I wish people would read this so I'd feel like it was less pointless. I also wish I had a sandwich.

What I should be doing...

...is studying. I've made lots of powerpoint presentations containing Roman art. That counts, right? Right? Even though I don't know what they are or when they're from or how important they are, right? Right? Oh god help me.

On a fun note, I got my hair cut. And now it does more than just hangs off my head limply. Boni. At times like this, my inner latin geek emerges and I say things like boni, and wonder if it should have 2 i's.

Oh, I haven't figured out how to tell the boy I fucked that I can't see him in a sexy way, only a wow, you're still Rochelle's flatmate kinda way. But we hung out today and he gave me music so I suppose I'm placated a wee bit. Maybe, just maybe, if I don't kiss him or fuck him BUT keep hanging round with him anyway, he'll get it? Yeah? Yeah, na. Waddashame.

Props to Karen who handed in her take home essays today! You get to help me on Friday with my flash cards, you poor poor soul.

Technical impairment

It posted twice and I don't know how to delete it.

So you get this. I hope your day is richer for it.

This probably doesn't interest you

This guy I fucked gave me a cold. Thoroughly unimpressed.

After a year of celibacy, this is what I get? It wasn't even good sex. And now I have to avoid Rochelle's coz ha it was her flatmate. Gross.


In better news, it's study week. Which means it's fat week. My favourite time of the trimester. Where I lounge in my track pants and the jersey A left and only leave my house for work and food. Ahhhhhhhhh.

See then there's you

So I don't know what it is about me at the moment but it would seem that boys can't get enough of me. Rochelle's flatmate told her he wanted to pash me on Wednesday night, so after thinking about it, I decided why not.

I n t e r e s t i n g night...

Went to friend's show. Very VERY good.
Went for quiet beer afterwards to celebrate.
Went to goth gig with Rochelle coz, well, we could.
Snorted e in the bathrooms with a hooker.

Yeah, I had my Kate Moss moment.

I probably shouldn't have stayed out til 5 30, btu I totally cleaned my house today and it's amazing.

Rochelle's flatmate walked me most of the way home, before I pointed out to him that it would take longer for him to get home if he kept walking my way. So I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and hugged him, then he said; "That was shitty, let's try again." So we did. And he said; "That was nice." And it was.

And we totally have almost the same taste in music. So we spent most of the night smoking and talking about music and stuff.

Abandonment

Thank god for Queen's Birthday weekend. No parents, no shitty little bro, just lots of booze and mayhem.

Thinking I'd get sleep on Friday night was a dumb idea. I got dragged to town (which was fair enough, it was A's last night in the country and I did promise that as his best girl friend I'd party). I got pulled into a club by the cafe boy I screamed at (mentioned in earlier posts). After talking about that incident for like an hour, and telling me I needed a nice boy my own age (HA!), he made me an offer I couldn't, but had to, refuse. "Only for tonight, come back to my house and fuck my brains out. Or else we just stay friends." His english isn't great. I made some lame excuse about not wanting to screw up our friendship now that we've just fixed it. But we pashed, which was like my goal with him.

THEN, he left, and who should walk in but Z. Last time I met Z, he said he'd give me his necklace (it was a sweet ass TV) if I gave him my underwear. Like, got undressed at the bar, gave him my panties, got re-dressed. I didn't because we were at work, but we partied and pashed a bit.

So I almost cried when he walked in. Then stayed at my house. In my bed. I haven't had dick for over a year. And in one night, I had more offers than I have had in 6 months.

Thank you, vagina. I love how you choose to bleed at the most inappropriate times.


I'm pretty sure my hormones are making me insane. I watched P.S. I love you and within 10 minutes was crying and didn't stop til 20 minutes after.

Not only did I not get laid all weekend, I cried like a baby and told myself off, out loud, in the middle of my empty house.