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I am in a little bit of a strange mood... kinda well... not depressed but just a bit... meh. Or blah. They are both good words to discribe my current state of being.
Went out last night after i finished work at 5 and ended up having chinese and insulting people. I honestly didn't know that one of the irritating members of the family were still in the building, but everything i said was true. people need to learn manners. After much laughing at my expense, me, daniel and bex headed off to the pub and talk about a whole load of randomness. Grammer, space, our sun, the future, dreams, possible jobs, glade, boys, dodgy people, drugs (mainly me) and fruit salad with ice-cream were all involved in a very long conversation.
After this, we shivered all the way home and i suddenly realised that, even though i am looking forward to going back to london, i am really going to miss high wycombe and nights like the one i had last night.
i thought about all the things i was going to miss and maybe that's why i feel like i do today, because i've lived here for 3 years and i'm happy... a little poor and somewhat stressed but i'm happy. After July, I'm never going to be in this house ever again, i'm never going to lay in that bed with my baby and watch endless films and be stupid. I'm never going to sit on the couch, watching the telly and having discussions with my housemates. Even though i've only lived in this house since September... it has really become my home and i'm really going to miss living in it with Daniel.
I don't even want to start talking about the Daniel situation.
More creative writing work, more editing... i'm expecting an awesome mark... what's the likelyhood of me getting this published afterwards? anyone out there who'd buy a book by me?
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