2004-01-28 3:37 p.m.
You should never, ever check your secret journal's buddy list to find an entry by someone from roughly the same area as you that is quite blatently about people that you know from University. Discovering that a guy who for the last few months has read your deepest, darkest secrets is a friend of a friend is a strange and unpleasant experience indeed. But for anyone who has found their way over here from livejournal and is wondering if I'm coming back or not, dont worry I am, just as soon as I get some spare time to set up a new journal.
2004-01-26 10:49 a.m.
Fair enough, I’m a firm believer that having children christened when neither parent has the slightest interest in religion is completely ridiculous, and I’m going to make damn sure that no kid of mine is ever christened, but it is hardly something to get into a heated argument about with your new boyfriend. I think we’ve been drinking too much again. Although in our defence, we’re both so certain that this is for real, that we are meant to be together, that arguing about our future children doesn’t seem that ridiculous.
In general, things haven’t been too good recently. I’ve made myself ill from drinking yet seem incapable of sticking to my promises that I wont drink again for ‘at least a few days’, I have mountains of work which I’ve left until the last minute and once I actually sat down and looked at it realised that I just cannot do it, and one of my best friends is thinking about leaving. I know it’s selfish but I’m worried about Jamie leaving because then it’ll be just me Anto and Faye again and me and Anto will never get time alone. But in spite of all that I’m fairly happy. It’s difficult to be depressed when you have such amazing people around you.
Anyhoo…I managed to drag myself out of bed at 9.45, the middle of the night practically, to spend a couple of hours attempting to relate a Virginia Woolf novel to a modernist painting which I haven’t even chosen yet, so I’d better get on with it.
2004-01-22 5:12 p.m.
Of all the people I could have chosen to get into an argument with in a club, I had to choose a complete psycho. Well, it wasn’t really an argument, just him pushing me, me throwing my drink over him and him going to punch me, before being stopped by a bouncer. We moved to the other side of the club. Problem solved, right? Actually no, problem not solved, in fact problem following us around the place and refusing to leave us alone.
Now most slightly unhinged people who follow others around clubs simply threaten girl’s boyfriends, don’t they? Very rarely will a nutter take things out on a female. Only this guy was different.
“Your bird is going to get it, and if you get in the way you’re getting your teeth kicked in” he told Anto, grabbing hold of his neck. Luckily a bouncer noticed that he was following us around and sneaked us out through the back entrance.
Unlike the majority of shit I get myself into when I’m drunk this wasn’t funny at the time, nor the morning after. Although my ‘near death experience’ was a good story to tell people on the coach home.
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