09/03/10

It's a rare sunny day, so i'm lay across my bed in some grey jogging bottoms next to my large paneled window with work all around me. The sun is in just the right place, bathing me in warmth. I'm listening to The Smiths. Morrissey is telling me it's over, but i don't believe him, because nothing has been started.

Mark text me the other day, he's in London. He still wants to go for a drink when he comes back.

I have 2 weeks until Easter break, 1 month off, during which, according to my tutor, i should become a geek and actually get some work done.
I think i'll go home, flowers in hand, this weekend for Mother's Day. It's only fair considering I've not seen her for about a month. Apparently It's also Son Week according to my mother's facebook status. I have quite a few family members on my facebook, but my mother, sister, Auntie and 3 cousins are the only ones who can see my complete profile. All the others get the privilage of just seeing my profile picture and birth date.

'It's SON WEEK!!!!! If you have one son or more, who makes your life interesting and fun, IS a blessing in your life and makes life worth living by being around, copy and paste this to your status. The world would not be the same without OUR HANDSOME BOYS!. Of course mine is my gorgeous son Andy - love you'

I like this.

Last weekend was fairly standard. Friday night was fun, we went round to the neighbours for some drinks before we went out. The club was the same as usual, dirty dubstep was vibrating my body and most people around me were gurning. I got a lift off one of my friends who was driving at about 3am because i had work on Saturday. I shouted at him most of the way trying to make him turn his Limp Bizkit CD off. It didn't work. I'll be there again this Friday.

Pass Out

I am so on it for tonight. I'm pumped and ready to drink, drink, and drink. With a little dancing.

This is one of my recent tunes that i slap on while i'm getting ready


Plus any mixes by Doorly or Hervé.

Oh, and check out Ellie Goulding:





And this fucking intense remix of Starry Eyed-1.02 is where it really kicks in, this is the kind of thing i'll be getting down to tonight.

Thank Fuck It's Friday

Sleep Alone

I have an overdue piece of work to start, this cleaning didn't last long, so naturally i found myself on facebook.
One of my friends has written on Curls' wall so I investigate. Nothing interesting. So i check out the rest of his wall.

Oh, what is this? and WHO is this?!
'your gay....I'm glad I'm not gay'
I demand to know who this ridiculously good looking boy is, and why he's insulting my future boyfriend. I forgive him slightly though, because his surname is Fox. Actually, i forgive him a lot, i can't be mad at someone who's surname is Fox. So i click on his profile, well it turns out he's gay anyway.
I read a little down his wall;
Unimportant girl:'Am looking forward to spending a pretty awesome weekend with choo and meeting the infamous Curls :D'
What is this and why is it happening?
I check out his profile pictures, he certainly is ridiculously good looking, damn him. What's he doing with Curls?...
Well, there it is, the fucking profile picture that ruins my well thought out 2 year plan (consisting of making Curls fall in love with me)
Curls is on the left.
I've never heard anyone that knows him talk about him having a boyfriend, so i don't know what the deal is. In a perfect world they've known each other for a long time, maybe they had a little thing. But eventually they realised nothing could ever work between them, they can only be friends. Let's hope so. I know I am. Or I'm hoping for, at the very least, a threesome.

I'm listening to:Ellie Goulding-Starry Eyed (Russ Chimes Remix)

Take A Shot

03/03/10

I'm cleaning. Literally; hoping it will clean all other aspects of my life.
I've done my rediculous pile of laundry, tidied my room, made some great progress on my dissertation (2057 words), sent off for my passport, had a meeting with my tutor to discuss my impending graduation, etc.

So just because I use salty phrases and I go through stages
Where I neglect endeavor does it mean I'm not clever?
No I don't think so

I've sorted a night out for friday. I have a small hope Mark will be there, he does the lights for a DJ who's a resident at the club that night. Still no text back.

VW text me last night (and the night before, but i ignored that one).

VW:'Hey u x'
Me:'Hiya'
VW:'You ok Mr? When we havin a drink? x'
Me:'Not bad, in the library :) Dunno X'
VW:'Lol ur lame x'
...........
VW:'Library borin, u need a pic to make it better :-P lol x'
Me:'Always been lame, always will be :) x'
VW:'No pic then ner lol x'
Me:'Need to concentrate on my dissertation anyway ner lol x'
Either a) he doesn't understand sarcasm
or b) he can't take a hint
VW:'Lol ano sorry Mr catch you in a bit x'
VW:Picture of him on a night out
Me:'I thought you were gonna let me get on with work'
VW:'Sorry x'

I know i look like I'm being harsh, but I've not seem him for maybe 3 months, and I've decided it's going nowhere. We're just not like eachother, and not in a good way. He's pretty clingy, and always texts 3+ times when i don't even text back....
I'm getting bored of the endless texts with no real substance.
The above conversation is pretty much like all the others he starts.

I'm just looking forward to the weekend.

I'm listening to:The Courteeners-Acrylic

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