2004-04-21 3:04 p.m.
People being stabbed with HIV infected needles only happens in urban legends, right?
Faye got stabbed with a needle at a club in Bristol last week. As much as I moan about her I care what happens to her and I'm praying she's going to be alright.
What I can't get my head around, however, is the way that she only mentioned it in passing like it isn't a big deal, and she hasn't been to the doctors yet. That idiot of a boyfriend of hers was whinging on about being a trained paramedic or some bollocks, which is obviously bullshit because if he had any sort of medical training he'd realise how serious it is. It sounds to me like at the time she'd have told him what happened, and Nick being Nick would have told her that stuff like that happens all the time in Bristol or something.
In other news, I ended up going out on Monday night, which was very foolish indeed. Didn't sleep until 3pm the next day and had to phone in work sick. The landlord practically pleaded with me to come in, but I couldn't. I'm now waiting for my mother to get back from work so that she can phone him and tell him I'm ill in bed with flu, as I now need every spare minute I can get to do as much work as I can before I go away on Friday morning. I do a very poor impression of an ill person, and besides, I don't think I can face talking to him.
Anyway, I have an exam on Thursday and tonight I have to complete the final visit for the child study of doom, so I best get on with it.
2004-04-19 11:33 a.m.
Concentrating on university work is hard when there is sex waiting for you in the next room.
He has been here for an entire week, and we are no where near killing each other yet. In fact we've only really had one big arguement, and I suspect that was because we decided to opt for speed instead of sleep the night before. Buying supplies for the festival in town, meaning I had to take them with me on a night out, was not a good idea. Needless to say we've made a huge dent in them, so much so that we're having to go to town again tonight to buy more. Needless to say I'm staying well away from any clubs.
It has been quite a stressful week really, I find it hard to get on with doing what I want to do when I have an obviously slightly insane person phoning me every single day demanding to know what I'm doing. I've not even seen her and still she manages to stress me out. I've not even been near her house all week and still she's managed to convince her mother that that Anto and I have been at it like rabbits in her little brother's bed. I received the following text message the other night, the day after Faye decided to have a 'house party' (which consisted of about five people) while her parents were away: 'if my mum asks you and Anto were here last night and left around 10. She thinks someone slept in my brother's bed, which they didn't anyway'. Now then, take into account the fact that we were no where near the psycho's house and try to make sense of this. I just cant find the logic, when her mother is worried that someone has slept in her son's bed, in telling her that a couple were at the house. Any sane, normal person would realise that this only makes matters worse. And if nobody slept in her brother's bed anyway then why not tell the truth instead of inventing some elaborate story involving people who weren't even there? If she has to lie she could at least involve people who were actually there, and who aren't couples, meaning that mentioning them won't conjour up images in her mother's mind of rampant sex taking place in her son's bed. The only possible explainaition I've been able to come with is either that Faye is incredibly, incredibly stupid, or she is covering up for a couple of her friends who did in fact sleep in her brother's bed. Either way it's not good. Ah well, at least now if I ever did end up living with her next year I don't have to decide whether or not to get any pets. Boiled rabbit, anyone?
2004-04-09 4:41 p.m.
I'm still alive, just buried in a mountain assignments and empty cans of XXXX (those few days before my overdraught finally came through were desperate times indeed). I suppose I should offer some sort of summary of the last month's points of interest or something, shouldn't I?
March was the month that those countless weeks of spending money on takeaway, posh cocktails and last minute nights out in Manchester caught up with me. My cash finally ran out and I was forced to live in poverty for about a week, until the bank gave me an overdraught. It was a tough time, and at times I thought I'd never get through it. In a moment of (drunken) madness I spent my last £4 on a giant bottle of Iron Bru VS and a bag of Jelly Babies. That was a decision I regretted...
March was also the month that I introduced to the boyfriend to the wonders of Rockworld on Friday nights, which is what led to me being forced to live in poverty. It was worth it though, and now he knows what all the fuss is about.
Last month I also came to the realisation that my 'best friend' is in fact a bona-fide bunny boiler and I'd rather gouge out my own eyes with my fingernails on a daily basis than live with her. I finally came to this realisation when she searched all of the computer rooms at uni to find me to tell me off for doing an assignment that had to be in that afternoon instead of walking into town with her. If this wasn't enough, once she got back from town she went looking for me again in the computer rooms and when she couldn't find me rang around everywhere trying to find me. I feel like every move I make has to be accounted for, unless she's with her boyfriend. Anto wouldn't dare ask me a question like "where the hell have you been all day? I've been phoning your room loads" and I don't expect any of my friends to either.
April has been pretty shitty so far. I've spent most of it going on nights out, spending a day or two feeling like death, and as soon as I felt better going on another night out. But when I got home at midday on Tuesday still having not slept and wishing I was dead, I decided enough was enough, I was going to stop going out and spend my time doing more constructive things. Unfortunately I appear to have given my immune system a right battering, so I've had a fuzzy head and constant fatigue ever since. Woe is me.
Things are looking up though as Anto is staying with me for an entire two weeks as of Monday. And on the 23rd we are going to Dedbeat festival, where we shall take lots of drugs, see my old friends Angee and Katy who I've not seen in about a year and talk huge amounts of bollocks. And the best part? We don't have to sleep in a tent! As far as I'm concerned chalets are definately the way to go.
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