May 15, 2003 02:51
It's really strange having this journal that nobody I know reads.
I can't rant about my day or people or in-jokes, cause who knows what I'm talking about?
I usually end up going on about school, mostly so it's out of my system. (And partially cause if I'm online, I have essays to write.)
There's really no point in having this.
Phoned Dan. (Ah, cheap STD rates at 2am.)
We talked reality TV. Fucking Arts students, what else? There was post-Survivor emptiness, and Big Brother shame, and Mole anticipation, and Amazing Race uberanticipation.
(I miss just rocking up to his place on a Thursday, or him coming to get me in his goddamn pyjamas, and smoking *ahem* not smoking anything at all, and watching all our trash. And eating fucking truckloads of Tim Tams.)
He talked about his course, and some girl who wants him (poor thing), and Drewby was there.
He's so happy with life, which is great, but also not great, because why doesn't he miss me? The fucker.
Also, having been slowly sucked into the Big Brother void.. Belinda must go! (And, her sister killed someone? Fucking what?) DAN MUST STAY!
What is it about Daniels that makes me love them? Benjamins, too.
Hmm.