im trying to make this entry well written; pilates for the brain!
It's Saturday night, the last weekend of the holidays and i find myself once again at this computer, dreadfully bored and thwarted at the though that i have not done as much work over the holiday as i anticipated and i have big exams in a few weeks.
The holidays have though, been good, to say the least.
I'v been working most Thursday and Friday nights which is a bonus as i get higher wages therfor it brings me happiness when i am able to buy nice things, however the happiness is temporary. I have been taking imense pleaseure in reading latley, after a series of nights spent reading up to 3 am i have moved on to another book; Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs whom is quich becoming my favourite writter. The book follows his child and teen hood which was screwd up by his insane mother and the lack of rules in the family that he lived with. I think i take a sick pleasure in reading controvercial slightly sick things, because my favourite books are this one, a book about a teen alcoholic and Tracy Emins shocking biography, Strangeland. I fell in love with the main character in this book and part of me feels sorry for him but part also envys him. This sounds totally stupid bacause after all it is only a book but it's really alot more than a collection of pages bound with a paper spine.
Tuesday night i made it into Glasgow through the terential rain that fell like sheets blowing in the wind, god it fell so hard that i felt like i was seeking refuge under the train shelter and it made me fell so small and inferior. I met Edward in Buchanan bus staion and pondered where to eat, first we were thinking of trying a Thai resteraunt but decided against it and took a walk down to Merchant City. We found a nice bar called red lizard where we had a bottle of wine and chicken burgers. Later we went to Delmonicas which was surprissingly busy for a Tuesday night. We proceded to Polo and Moda because we were in the mood for a cocktail. I had a sour apple martini and it tasted artificial, like astro belts or fizzy laces.
It got quite late so i ended up going back to Eds and staying the night.
The holidays have though, been good, to say the least.
I'v been working most Thursday and Friday nights which is a bonus as i get higher wages therfor it brings me happiness when i am able to buy nice things, however the happiness is temporary. I have been taking imense pleaseure in reading latley, after a series of nights spent reading up to 3 am i have moved on to another book; Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs whom is quich becoming my favourite writter. The book follows his child and teen hood which was screwd up by his insane mother and the lack of rules in the family that he lived with. I think i take a sick pleasure in reading controvercial slightly sick things, because my favourite books are this one, a book about a teen alcoholic and Tracy Emins shocking biography, Strangeland. I fell in love with the main character in this book and part of me feels sorry for him but part also envys him. This sounds totally stupid bacause after all it is only a book but it's really alot more than a collection of pages bound with a paper spine.
Tuesday night i made it into Glasgow through the terential rain that fell like sheets blowing in the wind, god it fell so hard that i felt like i was seeking refuge under the train shelter and it made me fell so small and inferior. I met Edward in Buchanan bus staion and pondered where to eat, first we were thinking of trying a Thai resteraunt but decided against it and took a walk down to Merchant City. We found a nice bar called red lizard where we had a bottle of wine and chicken burgers. Later we went to Delmonicas which was surprissingly busy for a Tuesday night. We proceded to Polo and Moda because we were in the mood for a cocktail. I had a sour apple martini and it tasted artificial, like astro belts or fizzy laces.
It got quite late so i ended up going back to Eds and staying the night.