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It's been a while. I was having this discussion with Charlie... I don't like to post on here when I'm feeling crappy. It looks like mindless sympathy searching and that's just not cool. Luckily I'm perkier than I have been for a while so I'm putting in an appearance - Thank fuck!
...So Yeah... I've just got back to Exeter after a five week break in which I have spent all my money and done no work. I've had a really good catch up with Beth and managed to spend loads of time with her which was awesome... she is finally contactable and back in the land of the living - if you can call duffryn high that. (she's a braver woman than I am teaching there!) It's been a bit mixed and a bit weird this break. I was being a bit of an idiot before the break - getting lost in my own head and trying to make a martyr out of myself... oh poor me and all that crap - like I'm the only person who's ever fallen for someone they can't have?! I've read shakespeare!
Uhh... just read that back and it's all disjointed but I'm in a bit of a weird mood and can't form sentences properly so deal with it you motherbitches.
Umm... Mum was being even more unbearable than usual this break. She misses me terribly when I'm not there so nags me every second that I am so that she's really getting her moneys worth of emotion out of me, it's a pity she must be a frustration junkie or something because we were bickering loads even though I was trying my hardest not to. Had an awesome time with my dad though... I never realised it was odd for a girl my age to be so close with her dad... we talk like mates and usually end up debating some ethical issue or other and it's really cool. I think that's the difference, My dad talks to me and treats me like an adult whereas my mum still wants me to be her little girl. It's understandable, I am the youngest and the boys haven't really done the grand "growing up and moving on" thing so I don't think she thought I'd get there first. Not sure if this is making sense.
Go back a fair few entries and read that last one I wrote about my dog... replace every word "dog" with "cat" and you'll find the beautifully harrowing tale of me having to kill my own cat now as well. incredibly un-fun and even harder than before as I can't really remember my life before that cat was in it. She's been around since I was about five/six so having to "put her to sleep" (If you like your world covered in a think coating of sugar) was hard and horrible but her lungs were more tumour than lung so it was the only thing we could do. I cried alot for about a week and then shut the fuck up about it and now am at the sarcastic pretence of having no emotions about the whole thing... aint life keen!?
Had more than a little tiff with John... mostly over a bit of drunken miscomunication on my part - and a drunken misplaced drama on his part... I won't go into details basically I thought he was taking liberties, he didn't, there ensued the conflict. I don't really think it's been resolved but we both said everything we had to say and kinda put it on the shelf for a bit... unsurprisingly it was connected to the whole Ed thing which I can't even begin to talk about because trying to find the words is like looking at the sun with a telescope... painful, stupid and likely to cause permanent damage.
Not enough stuff happened with the band over the holidays due to everybody living in the wrong place or having too many jobs... all unavoidable but it does now mean I'm more than a little uneasy about ladyfest... the shard of hope of performing new songs seems unlikely now but as long as we can get our existing stuff a little bit slick and cool I'll be content. I just hope there's enough time in summer... *bites nails down to the bloody stumps*
I did manage to fit in a few pretty awesome nights out over the break though - towards the start of the holiday me and beth went out just the two of us - which normally suggests a really subdued night but I have honestly never danced so much and so hard for so long before in my life - it was brilliant! and watching beth avoid all the 40 year old men that follow her around like stray dogs is a whole nights entertainment in itself! I'd been moaning to her about how (although I wouldn't really want them to) I very very rarely get guys coming up to me in pubs/clubs or whatever and after witnessing their general ineptitude at doing so with any dignity whatsoever I'm quite glad I'm not on their list of potential targets... yuk! Still... boys, that'd be nice.
Went to see the Mighty Boosh live twice though which was absolutley amazing both times! I couldn't have picked better people to go with either... me and Kath had an awesome time at the CIA (though not so awesome afterwards in TJ's) and then I went to see them again in london with Ed which was a brilliant night... we even hung around afterwards and met the guys from the show (and kissed one or two of them *happy happy happy dance*) and were filmed for the upcoming DVD - how cool is that! Being around Ed was lovely but hardly helpful in the getting over him process... *grin* I'm a big ball of stupid when it comes to that boy - he's like crack! ahh well that's a tragedy waiting to happen really but I'll enjoy the distant glimmer of warmth my idiotic hope gives me til then.
I didn't see enough of ruth at all... nor enough of Alex... he was only back for about a week and so we only really managed to fit in two poker nights (and a brief escapade to Teej) I'd hoped it would have gone better but that's all to do with stuff I can't say on here (I'm beginning to resent having to censor myself quite so much - I may invest in a pseudonym) anyway it's not awful at the moment but it's not great either... Me at Alex are trying to scrape together a bit of a sitcom script... sounds a bit ambitious I realise but what's the harm in trying? I have a sneaking suspicion that I may become the driving force behind this but Pratchett may surprise me yet... if he wakes up a bit :P (and don't think I don't know you're reading this Pratchett!) anyway - I wanna go to the pub with my lack of money... it's the first day of term tomorrow and in full student style I don't have to be on campus all day... I can research Joan littlewood and ancient greek theatre with a hangover in my P.J's all day.
Hope you are all phenominally awesome and having the best day of your lives (and indeed not the last)
It's been a while. I was having this discussion with Charlie... I don't like to post on here when I'm feeling crappy. It looks like mindless sympathy searching and that's just not cool. Luckily I'm perkier than I have been for a while so I'm putting in an appearance - Thank fuck!
...So Yeah... I've just got back to Exeter after a five week break in which I have spent all my money and done no work. I've had a really good catch up with Beth and managed to spend loads of time with her which was awesome... she is finally contactable and back in the land of the living - if you can call duffryn high that. (she's a braver woman than I am teaching there!) It's been a bit mixed and a bit weird this break. I was being a bit of an idiot before the break - getting lost in my own head and trying to make a martyr out of myself... oh poor me and all that crap - like I'm the only person who's ever fallen for someone they can't have?! I've read shakespeare!
Uhh... just read that back and it's all disjointed but I'm in a bit of a weird mood and can't form sentences properly so deal with it you motherbitches.
Umm... Mum was being even more unbearable than usual this break. She misses me terribly when I'm not there so nags me every second that I am so that she's really getting her moneys worth of emotion out of me, it's a pity she must be a frustration junkie or something because we were bickering loads even though I was trying my hardest not to. Had an awesome time with my dad though... I never realised it was odd for a girl my age to be so close with her dad... we talk like mates and usually end up debating some ethical issue or other and it's really cool. I think that's the difference, My dad talks to me and treats me like an adult whereas my mum still wants me to be her little girl. It's understandable, I am the youngest and the boys haven't really done the grand "growing up and moving on" thing so I don't think she thought I'd get there first. Not sure if this is making sense.
Go back a fair few entries and read that last one I wrote about my dog... replace every word "dog" with "cat" and you'll find the beautifully harrowing tale of me having to kill my own cat now as well. incredibly un-fun and even harder than before as I can't really remember my life before that cat was in it. She's been around since I was about five/six so having to "put her to sleep" (If you like your world covered in a think coating of sugar) was hard and horrible but her lungs were more tumour than lung so it was the only thing we could do. I cried alot for about a week and then shut the fuck up about it and now am at the sarcastic pretence of having no emotions about the whole thing... aint life keen!?
Had more than a little tiff with John... mostly over a bit of drunken miscomunication on my part - and a drunken misplaced drama on his part... I won't go into details basically I thought he was taking liberties, he didn't, there ensued the conflict. I don't really think it's been resolved but we both said everything we had to say and kinda put it on the shelf for a bit... unsurprisingly it was connected to the whole Ed thing which I can't even begin to talk about because trying to find the words is like looking at the sun with a telescope... painful, stupid and likely to cause permanent damage.
Not enough stuff happened with the band over the holidays due to everybody living in the wrong place or having too many jobs... all unavoidable but it does now mean I'm more than a little uneasy about ladyfest... the shard of hope of performing new songs seems unlikely now but as long as we can get our existing stuff a little bit slick and cool I'll be content. I just hope there's enough time in summer... *bites nails down to the bloody stumps*
I did manage to fit in a few pretty awesome nights out over the break though - towards the start of the holiday me and beth went out just the two of us - which normally suggests a really subdued night but I have honestly never danced so much and so hard for so long before in my life - it was brilliant! and watching beth avoid all the 40 year old men that follow her around like stray dogs is a whole nights entertainment in itself! I'd been moaning to her about how (although I wouldn't really want them to) I very very rarely get guys coming up to me in pubs/clubs or whatever and after witnessing their general ineptitude at doing so with any dignity whatsoever I'm quite glad I'm not on their list of potential targets... yuk! Still... boys, that'd be nice.
Went to see the Mighty Boosh live twice though which was absolutley amazing both times! I couldn't have picked better people to go with either... me and Kath had an awesome time at the CIA (though not so awesome afterwards in TJ's) and then I went to see them again in london with Ed which was a brilliant night... we even hung around afterwards and met the guys from the show (and kissed one or two of them *happy happy happy dance*) and were filmed for the upcoming DVD - how cool is that! Being around Ed was lovely but hardly helpful in the getting over him process... *grin* I'm a big ball of stupid when it comes to that boy - he's like crack! ahh well that's a tragedy waiting to happen really but I'll enjoy the distant glimmer of warmth my idiotic hope gives me til then.
I didn't see enough of ruth at all... nor enough of Alex... he was only back for about a week and so we only really managed to fit in two poker nights (and a brief escapade to Teej) I'd hoped it would have gone better but that's all to do with stuff I can't say on here (I'm beginning to resent having to censor myself quite so much - I may invest in a pseudonym) anyway it's not awful at the moment but it's not great either... Me at Alex are trying to scrape together a bit of a sitcom script... sounds a bit ambitious I realise but what's the harm in trying? I have a sneaking suspicion that I may become the driving force behind this but Pratchett may surprise me yet... if he wakes up a bit :P (and don't think I don't know you're reading this Pratchett!) anyway - I wanna go to the pub with my lack of money... it's the first day of term tomorrow and in full student style I don't have to be on campus all day... I can research Joan littlewood and ancient greek theatre with a hangover in my P.J's all day.
Hope you are all phenominally awesome and having the best day of your lives (and indeed not the last)