2003-12-12 10:27 p.m.
As promised....
The infamous Anto. Mmmmm, beating material.
Anto and Sam, one of Faye’s blokes.
That’s Johnny, this weird guy we allow to hang around with us. Mainly he just drinks by himself before he comes out and then sits there being pissed and a nob head and generally offending everyone. You cant see it on the picture but he has really little arms.
Faye on the left, with Helen and Nick, who started randomly hanging around with us at the pub all the time because Helen served Anto in the co-op once. Nick’s chat up line is “I have Pringles back at my place”.
Heh. Me and Anto.
Faye and Weird James, moments before I had root canal treatment. James has very few social skills and will randomly follow people to their rooms and stuff. We got him to come to the dentists that day because he has a car.
2003-12-12 7:12 p.m.
“Here Abdul, give don’t fucking ignore me, give me my fucking food.”
It sounded like something a Rockport clad scally would say, but the words were coming out of my mouth. I kicked the counter and carried on.
“Get me a fucking manager you bastard.”
When I drink back home with 5th Ave prices, I really drink. In the end the poor guy behind the counter thrust £8 back at me, although he insisted I never paid him in the first place. He was probably right, but when I’m drunk I’m never wrong. I let off steam by kicking the door outside a bit and calmed down when I managed to pull a guy from Rockworld I’ve had my eye on for months.
You see, when I woke up next to Anto yesterday morning after having spent the entire day before being annoyed at each other for no apparent reason, ending the night with a blazing row then passionate but too drunk to fuck make-up fumbling, I realised that this friends with benefits thing is a lot more difficult than I imagined and that we’d probably end up killing each other if we spent another day together. What I needed was time and space, to get away from the whole situation and see my friends back home. I needed it badly and I needed it right there and then, so I decided to fuck off today’s lectures and came home a day early. It’s nice that I get a long weekend, I’m somehow finding it comforting being able to trick myself into thinking I never have to go back.
It was also totally mind blowing seeing Katy again after four months and we made drunken plans for me to go and live in Cornwall and work at her hotel over the summer. It’ll mean that I have to take out my piercings for a few months but I can always get them redone and I reckon it’ll be well worth it.
Anyway, watch this space, there should be a new entry with photos posted sometime tonight.
2003-12-08 2:27 p.m.
When I was asked to work a one off shift in Huddersfield at the weekend for my boss at the pub he didn’t warn me that I’d have to actually build the pub before I could work there. OK fair enough I didn’t actually construct the building or anything but I spent thirteen hours lugging around crates of beer, bottles of spirits, a till and basically making a pub out of a community centre, packing it all up afterwards and working an eight hour shift in-between.
Luckily for me though it was his grandkid’s christening so it was mainly just friends of the family, a nice change from the clientele I’m used to. There was still a selection of nutters, however, including a woman/man/thing which kept me entertained for about an hour trying to figure out what the hell it was. I had an easy day though, Manny isn’t a guy to ever miss a money making opportunity, his grandkid’s christening or not and so he was charging an extautionate £2.50 a bottle. I mainly spent the day telling people how much things cost and watching them walk away without buying anything.
Got back to Uni last night and had a fairly frustrating evening. Usually it’s great living in halls, you have friends on tap whenever you need them and it’s nice having people call round to your room all the time. But after me and Anto finally tried to ‘get things out of our systems’ so to speak the other day, it’s like we’ve opened a Pandora’s box and we seem to want to be permanently joined at the hip. Trying to do things and have time alone together is not easy when your best mate in the same hall doesn’t seem to want you to. Not content with practically walking in on us early on in the evening to ask me a pointless question about her essay, Faye insisted on coming round after we’d been to the pub to help herself to my food, again using a pointless question about her essay as an excuse to come over. In spite of me having drunkenly told her earlier on “don’t be long, we want to shag” she proceeded to lie on my bed for over an hour after having eaten. As if that wasn’t enough she woke us up this morning and tried to get me to come over to her room to collect the books of mine that she could have just brought over herself. Never mind, there’s always tonight I suppose.
2003-12-05 9:05 p.m.
I suppose I was just being dramatic the other day, and a bit of a brat. I think the constant consecutive nights of too much drink and not enough sleep finally got to me. Monday night at Liquid, which is always a heavy night, just seemed to totally push me over the edge. That and other things which I'd rather not discuss. But it's not like me to let a guy, who is obviously a complete twat anyway, let me forget how fucking cool I am for too long, and so I was back to normal the following day.
And my friends do care, nobody walks from their hall right over to the other side of campus in the freezing cold at two in the morning for a hug because you texted them telling them you cant sleep if they dont care. In fact I'm actually so happy being there at the moment that I really didnt want to come home this weekend. But £60 for one day's work is too good to turn down, especially seeing as I've been spending an average of £100 a week. Next week looks like it's going to be an expensive one too, Liquid on Monday (where I shall be hiding from the extremely dodgy although amazingly pierced and tattooed guy I got off with last week), some gay club on Wednesday and of course the kareoke night at the dev on Thursday. Looks like it's going to be a good one.
2003-12-02 10:14 p.m.
Have you ever felt so humiliated and stupid that it feels like it might kill you because it hurts so much? Or so alone that you actually believe you might be the only person left in the world? I can’t quite decide what hurts more, the events which caused my current state or my so called friend’s total lack of support.
I suppose that this is all part of growing up, that I have to deal it and I’ll come out at the other end a more mature person. But as I walked back from the pub past the cemetery on my own in the rain I cried because I need my mum so fucking much right now I realised that I’m nowhere near ready to grow up yet.
2003-11-29 1:34 p.m.
It wasn’t half as painful as I’d expected. I’d been putting off having to do it for weeks and weeks now, even travelling home at the weekends to avoid it. But last night I couldn’t escape it, I had to face a night in alone at Uni. It was alright really, I mean, I could hear the music from the disco at the bar (I think my room is actually closest to the bar out of all the rooms on campus, which is convenient) but I was safe in the knowledge that the disco is shite anyway, and if I was there I’d only be sat in a corner laughing at people like I usually do.
Claire managed to piss me off, however, by phoning me from the Blur gig. She was supposed to have reserved me a ticket but came up with some bullshit story about having reserved one for the Bristol gig instead by accident. Yeah, sure, whatever. Ignoring her calls didn’t work, so in the end I just switched my phone off.
I thought that twelve hours sleep would leave me feeling refreshed and ready to face the world, but I just want to crawl back into bed and die. Or get drunk, one of the other. Some day time drinking would be nice, however Anto, who I’m going out drinking with later (with regards to more than friendship related activities I’ve told him no more, but we shall see) doesn’t even wake up until gone three, so I’m a bit buggered really. I suppose I should use my time constructively and do some work, but staring into space is so much more fun.
2003-11-28 12:22 p.m.
It was just fucking typical. Living on such a small campus bumping into an absolutely amazingly gorgeous guy who you have never seen before is something of a rareity. In fact it virtually never happens. So of course it had to happen to me just after I’d been swimming, hair still wet and sporting the heroin addict look with rings around my eyes from my goggles. Still, at least Faye got a laugh out of the whole situation.
Luckily when I bumped into said amazingly gorgeous guy for a second time at the pub last night I looked a little better. In fact I looked shit hot, if I do say so myself. I was rather pissed though, running around the place randomly hugging and kissing everyone and telling them that I love them. I’m not quite sure what happened after I started talking to amazingly gorgeous guy, who from now on shall be known as James, but it involved talking enormous amounts of bollocks, half watching Reservoir Dogs and Friends while talking enormous amounts of bollocks, and waking up in Crewe with James’ arms around me.
The bus ride home this morning was fun, as you can imagine. It was worse than getting the bus home in the morning after Rockworld, when you just know everyone is staring at you because they can all tell you’ve not been home all night. But in spite of me looking like a complete mong he insisted on hugging and kissing me goodbye and writing my phone number on his hand in biro before he went off to his lecture. I’m not getting my hopes because well, he just seems to good to be true really.
2003-11-25 3:53 p.m.
Inviting a random guy Faye met once in a club and his mate to stay over at Uni last night wasn’t exactly the best of ideas. In fact it was way up at the top of the league of stupid ideas, even beating the ‘lets buy a mouse between us’ thing. Still, there was a possibility that his mate could be a welcome distraction from Anto and after the night we spent together on Sunday I needed it.
It couldn’t have been more of a disaster. I’m sat there with a gorgeous guy with indie hair and all I can think about is Anto. So instead of flirting, snogging and perhaps getting laid, I sulk, whinge, drink too much and declare that all men are dicks. Needless to say I didn’t make a good impression. But I think it’s pretty fucking excellent that I made such a bad impression and the guy was still interested in me, don’t you? After I staggered off to bed he asked for my number, texts have been exchanged and Faye and I are having a guided tour of the bars in Hanley on Monday night. It’s not Manchester but I reckon that having a group of gorgeous guys who all have indie hair as tour guides will make up for it. And you never know, it might actually help get Anto out of my head. I hope so anyway because he’s driving me mad.
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