Piffle.
I have spent a ridiculous amount of my time on Derren Brown's forum today and have temporarily lost all my social skills and sense of reality. This is because today is the day that they got rid of General Chat and started denying the forum's existance on his official page, and it has been particularly lively. And I'm a sad cunt.
It's funny 'cause it's true...
(The forum is actually here by the way - but don't be surprised if you see it go 404 within the next week or so.)
I have since cooled down over the matter with the man I fancied like nothing else for six months of my life who decided to cut me loose. I'm disappointed he just can't or won't bring himself to try to make amends or offer a belated explanation or apology. I'm disappointed that he just won't be the guy I thought I knew at least reasonably well for half a year. I'm disappointed that he really does want to leave me out of his life completely. And I'm disappointed that he just doesn't seem to care after all that.
But there's very little I can or will do myself to resolve the issue such that we're back on good terms again. That can be his job if he ever wants it. I'll keep the benefit of the doubt safe for him if he ever wants to concede that he was just a bit shit, and wants to try to make up for it. I won't be holding my breath, but I do have a little bit of faith left in him.
As for me and Stuart - things are ever-blossoming. We've gone for long walks and talks along the riverside, getting to know each other a little better, holding hands, hugging and kissing more often. We went for a small bar crawl last Friday, to see a film midweek and walked from the town to Byres Road via the SECC this Saturday. In fact I'm beginning to spend so much time with him that I was thinking of getting one of those silly t-shirts and peeling off the last three letters such that it reads: "I'm with stu -->"
We were supposed to have spent the weekend there couped up in his house together, but at the last minute his little brother decided that he didn't want to go away on holiday with his parents after all, and would much rather keep his big brother company. Stuart and I weren't particularly pleased. Some form of retribution shall be given the moment his younger sibling starts gaining practical experience with the opposite sex.
College has officially gone by the wayside. I couldn't find my birth certificate and couldn't get on the dole and couldn't find £304. Life, as ever, goes on. I have certainly had things better, but I'll just have to take this in my stride.
I'll now go walk into a halfway decent job for the moment and save up for spending a weekend or so in Edinburgh with Stu, buying a drumkit for my own house, possibly getting a piano, and all the shit that money can buy that I might just be interested in. And I'll become more responsible and independent and start being the person I want to be. I might even write a book, or at least some poetry.
I've read a Desmond Morris book and watched more David Attenborough since last I posted. And I'm thinking of joining Glasgow University's chapel choir. That's a start.
It's funny 'cause it's true...
(The forum is actually here by the way - but don't be surprised if you see it go 404 within the next week or so.)
I have since cooled down over the matter with the man I fancied like nothing else for six months of my life who decided to cut me loose. I'm disappointed he just can't or won't bring himself to try to make amends or offer a belated explanation or apology. I'm disappointed that he just won't be the guy I thought I knew at least reasonably well for half a year. I'm disappointed that he really does want to leave me out of his life completely. And I'm disappointed that he just doesn't seem to care after all that.
But there's very little I can or will do myself to resolve the issue such that we're back on good terms again. That can be his job if he ever wants it. I'll keep the benefit of the doubt safe for him if he ever wants to concede that he was just a bit shit, and wants to try to make up for it. I won't be holding my breath, but I do have a little bit of faith left in him.
As for me and Stuart - things are ever-blossoming. We've gone for long walks and talks along the riverside, getting to know each other a little better, holding hands, hugging and kissing more often. We went for a small bar crawl last Friday, to see a film midweek and walked from the town to Byres Road via the SECC this Saturday. In fact I'm beginning to spend so much time with him that I was thinking of getting one of those silly t-shirts and peeling off the last three letters such that it reads: "I'm with stu -->"
We were supposed to have spent the weekend there couped up in his house together, but at the last minute his little brother decided that he didn't want to go away on holiday with his parents after all, and would much rather keep his big brother company. Stuart and I weren't particularly pleased. Some form of retribution shall be given the moment his younger sibling starts gaining practical experience with the opposite sex.
College has officially gone by the wayside. I couldn't find my birth certificate and couldn't get on the dole and couldn't find £304. Life, as ever, goes on. I have certainly had things better, but I'll just have to take this in my stride.
I'll now go walk into a halfway decent job for the moment and save up for spending a weekend or so in Edinburgh with Stu, buying a drumkit for my own house, possibly getting a piano, and all the shit that money can buy that I might just be interested in. And I'll become more responsible and independent and start being the person I want to be. I might even write a book, or at least some poetry.
I've read a Desmond Morris book and watched more David Attenborough since last I posted. And I'm thinking of joining Glasgow University's chapel choir. That's a start.