2004-01-19 3:58 p.m.
I'm supposed to be working on an assignment that was due in last Wednesday, but I'm raging beyond belief. Here is the conversation I had in the bar at Uni with James, who is obviously a complete utter twat, one night last week:
James:"My mate Adam's girlfriend is such a slag when she's drunk. All it takes is for her to be a bit pissed and she'll shag anyone"
Me:"What hall is she in?"
James:"Woodiwiss West"
Me:"There was a girl in West knocking on guy's doors when she was drunk asking if they wanted a shag. Maybe it's her"
James:"Yep, that sounds like her"
Next thing I know I've got some heffer out of my psychology class telling me she's Adam's girlfriend and that she's heard I've been speading rumours about her. I wouldn't mind but I snogged him months ago, so now it looks like I've been spreading rumours because I'm jealous or something. Great, just fucking fantastic.
2004-01-13 7:14 p.m.
I know they say that guys are like buses, but last night really took the piss. First off there was the boyfriend (yes, it's official now) admitting for the first time how much I mean to him and how much he needs me. I chucked him out at 3am because I really needed to sleep. Ha, I should be so lucky. It seemed to be national 'text Carrie' night.
3.30am: "Hi, it's Phil from Alsager, let me know if you're up for some no strings attached fun. I really did like you"
This is Phil, AKA weight training Shed Seven guy from the beginning of last term, by the way. No thanks, I don't fucking think so.
5.30am: "How you doing Carrie, it's Rob from Friday if you remember. Just texting so that you have my number."
Now I know I said I hope the guy texted me, but that is exactly why I didn't really want him to. Of course because I have absolutely no will power at all I had to reply this afternoon. I really shouldn't have done. In one of the texts he sent back he told me that Harold Shipman has hung himself, which of course has made me feel all gooey inside because he remembered that I want to work with serial killers. Bless 'im.
Even though I want to meet up with him I know I never could, the last few days have been the most amazing of my life. You see I've been having these thoughts for a while now, that I was terrified of sharing with Anto because I didn't want to scare him away. Like that it feels like we are meant to be together, and that I've never felt this way about anyone before. Only last night he told me how he feels about me, and it was every bit as intense as what I feel for him. I know, sickening, isn't it?
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