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Wow, this really is like a proper diary as I haven't updated it in like, a month. Well a month's a long time in the world of Jess don't you know! Ohh and I haven't even commented on the mumps outbreak yet.
Well, what have I done yesterday and today. Had my Peter Pan lecture which wasn't too bad although I was very tired because of a pointless production meeting in Mungos which consisted of me re-iterating everything that had been said the day before to a girl who hadn't been able to make it. Tasha sent me some pics of The Trial and Hedda socials, there's a really nice one of me and Danni even though I have half my tit out because I was wearing a low cut top when pissed.
Spontaneously, I decided to talk to BB on MSN about going out, and we just decided to go out after my rehearsal. Rehearsal was crap, I can't act, especially not as Hedda Gabler as it's the most serious part in the world and I seemed to turn every line into some sort of sexual innuendo.
Then waited at a bus stop for fucking ages, I think my fingers actually went blue. By the time I got into town I was a bit delirious and when I saw BB walking on the opposite street waiting to meet me, I decided to do the natural thing of thrusting my pelvis in the middle of the pavement to get her attention. I hadn't noticed the passing lorry which actually screeched it's brakes on and its drivers who insisted on making crass comments whilst honking the horn. I wasn't even drunk.
On we went to Spoons where I thought it would be a grand idea to buy a whole pitcher of vodka and redbull to myself, and then 4 for £5 Aftershocks sounded like a grand idea. Can I point out here, I now have £40 to last me til the end of the term, that's £40 left of my overdraft which has to be taken out for my phone bill. The word's I'm and fucked come to mind. As do the ones mummy and daddy.
So we're now mildly drunk in Spoons to say the least and they're actually trying to chuck us out cos it's half past 11. So off we toddle over the bridge to The Works (well I think we did, I can't remember that bit, maybe I flew) and woohoo for like the first time ever I didn't get IDd. Some girl screwed me over in the cloakroom though, she evidently saw I was drunk and insisted on charging me double which I just thought was the norm. I then proceeded to take BB into the toilets to tell her how much I loved her and have strangers shout 'bless you' as I had a brief sneezing fit. The best way to make new friends :)
BB and I then made our way up to dance to find no one really under 30, apart from some random guy with a lip piercing who grabbed me by the shoulders and told me I was the prettiest girl in the club. I won't admit that wasn't flattering, but he was evidently pissed out of his skull. BB and I danced and we danced, we danced to Fatman Scoop, we danced to Beyonce (which of course I requested) and every song going. I then noticed some guy smiling at me, which was nice, as he was pretty damn fit, and BB soon noticed him too. The smiling continued for like half an hour until BB ran over to the guy and told him to talk to me. I then ran away like a schoolgirl but BB dragged me back and I started talking to this guy. His name's Brendan, he's 21, and a teaching assistant. He also looks a lot like Steven, but has the cutest face in the world. I thought he'd be into hip hop but BB says he's into indie which isn't too bad at all! Anyway, we kissed :) which was nice, and then he said he definitely wanted to see me again, but I didn't really believe him after all the fucking about I've endured, but I managed to get a pen and paper from behind the bar and he gave me his number and I gave him mine, and he told me to text him. His female housemate was giving me evils all night but :-/ BB and him seemed to get on really well which was so cool and it was just all really lovely, I genuinely believed he'd text me which I hadn't felt for quite a while.
Anyway BB and I went home, stopping at Jaspers for pizza, well BB did anyway, as I was left talking to a small Greek man. BB and I obviously have 'if you're small, old and Greek talk to me' written on our foreheads. We then walked back to hers playing a game called 'Make sentences out of letters on car registration plates'. BB came up with the best which was 'Always carry safe johnnies' hehehe, there are a hell of a lot of Ks in numberplates and after kebabs, kings and kittens you get a bit stuck. Kittens did some weird things with numberplates last night.
Back at BB's, I rode her bike in the back yard which was so much fun and I obviously can't have been paraletically drunk as I'd be in A&E right now. We then went inside where I fell asleep on her floor, fully clothed, as she puked in the toilet. I feel REALLY guilty about that now, I so should have helped her! Oh deary me. Woke up this morning (or yesterday morning now I guess), very very tired (Realised I went to bed at like 5am and it was now 10am as BB had to go and get her hair cut). I woke up to a text from Dave :) and a text from Brendan, we're going to meet up Sunday afternoon which should be pretty cool. BB then went and got her hair cut so I decided to listen to all of her CDs which I don't have - have decided I don't like Yellowcard (too starting line-ish), not a big fan of Million Dead, although I already knew that after seeing them last year but Further Seems Forever sound fucking awesome, can't wait to get some of their stuff.
At this point, I'm bored, so I decide to check my e-mail. I find an e-mail from the gigs listings people saying Taking Back Sunday are playing The Astoria! I'm so happy but at the same time so sad as we all know my financial state. So, BB walks in the door and after telling her I love her hair (thats not best friend ritual, I really did love it) and then about Taking Back Sunday. Her face drops and I soon realise what my birthday present is from her. HOW COOL IS SHE?!!?!? Ohhh I love her forever!
The rest of the afternoon consisted of watching Cash In The Attic (money grabbing horrible programme), Neighbours (Harold's gone crazy!), painting self portraits and flicky art on BB's patio (my pictures were so good, all black and smudged lol), and then we went into town where we got stared at AGAIN in a little cafe, people obviously think we're lesbians because we're 2 girls and we have piercings. Obviously.
I then went home and had horrible stage management, it was quite funny but dragged (4 hours sitting in the same place writing the same stuff) and I felt so ill because I was so tired. I came home and went straight to bed, but texted Dave first. Anyway we've been talking all night because I AM A FOOL and didn't realise he liked me. I've liked this guy so much but just didn't think anything of it, and I don't know if anything'll come of it cos he lives so far away but he is so perfect, we have the exactly same sense of humour and same taste in music and I can talk to him on the phone for ages but he hasn't met me, he could hate me, and I've got this date with Brendan who, even though I was drunk, I remember was so so lovely, really cute looking and he seemed like such a caring person. He even said in his text he was really glad I'd texted him and he wanted to see me as soon as he could. So now I'm in a bit of a situation but we'll just have to see how things go. I think Dave lives too far to be honest and he seems like the loveliest guy in the world to have ad a new best friend, so we shall see.
Right, I'd best go to bed as my head hurts lots! Wow, see, I'm even talking to you as if you're a real person Mr Journal.
Listening to: Blue by Eifel 65 hehehe I just put my cheese section on random!
Well, what have I done yesterday and today. Had my Peter Pan lecture which wasn't too bad although I was very tired because of a pointless production meeting in Mungos which consisted of me re-iterating everything that had been said the day before to a girl who hadn't been able to make it. Tasha sent me some pics of The Trial and Hedda socials, there's a really nice one of me and Danni even though I have half my tit out because I was wearing a low cut top when pissed.
Spontaneously, I decided to talk to BB on MSN about going out, and we just decided to go out after my rehearsal. Rehearsal was crap, I can't act, especially not as Hedda Gabler as it's the most serious part in the world and I seemed to turn every line into some sort of sexual innuendo.
Then waited at a bus stop for fucking ages, I think my fingers actually went blue. By the time I got into town I was a bit delirious and when I saw BB walking on the opposite street waiting to meet me, I decided to do the natural thing of thrusting my pelvis in the middle of the pavement to get her attention. I hadn't noticed the passing lorry which actually screeched it's brakes on and its drivers who insisted on making crass comments whilst honking the horn. I wasn't even drunk.
On we went to Spoons where I thought it would be a grand idea to buy a whole pitcher of vodka and redbull to myself, and then 4 for £5 Aftershocks sounded like a grand idea. Can I point out here, I now have £40 to last me til the end of the term, that's £40 left of my overdraft which has to be taken out for my phone bill. The word's I'm and fucked come to mind. As do the ones mummy and daddy.
So we're now mildly drunk in Spoons to say the least and they're actually trying to chuck us out cos it's half past 11. So off we toddle over the bridge to The Works (well I think we did, I can't remember that bit, maybe I flew) and woohoo for like the first time ever I didn't get IDd. Some girl screwed me over in the cloakroom though, she evidently saw I was drunk and insisted on charging me double which I just thought was the norm. I then proceeded to take BB into the toilets to tell her how much I loved her and have strangers shout 'bless you' as I had a brief sneezing fit. The best way to make new friends :)
BB and I then made our way up to dance to find no one really under 30, apart from some random guy with a lip piercing who grabbed me by the shoulders and told me I was the prettiest girl in the club. I won't admit that wasn't flattering, but he was evidently pissed out of his skull. BB and I danced and we danced, we danced to Fatman Scoop, we danced to Beyonce (which of course I requested) and every song going. I then noticed some guy smiling at me, which was nice, as he was pretty damn fit, and BB soon noticed him too. The smiling continued for like half an hour until BB ran over to the guy and told him to talk to me. I then ran away like a schoolgirl but BB dragged me back and I started talking to this guy. His name's Brendan, he's 21, and a teaching assistant. He also looks a lot like Steven, but has the cutest face in the world. I thought he'd be into hip hop but BB says he's into indie which isn't too bad at all! Anyway, we kissed :) which was nice, and then he said he definitely wanted to see me again, but I didn't really believe him after all the fucking about I've endured, but I managed to get a pen and paper from behind the bar and he gave me his number and I gave him mine, and he told me to text him. His female housemate was giving me evils all night but :-/ BB and him seemed to get on really well which was so cool and it was just all really lovely, I genuinely believed he'd text me which I hadn't felt for quite a while.
Anyway BB and I went home, stopping at Jaspers for pizza, well BB did anyway, as I was left talking to a small Greek man. BB and I obviously have 'if you're small, old and Greek talk to me' written on our foreheads. We then walked back to hers playing a game called 'Make sentences out of letters on car registration plates'. BB came up with the best which was 'Always carry safe johnnies' hehehe, there are a hell of a lot of Ks in numberplates and after kebabs, kings and kittens you get a bit stuck. Kittens did some weird things with numberplates last night.
Back at BB's, I rode her bike in the back yard which was so much fun and I obviously can't have been paraletically drunk as I'd be in A&E right now. We then went inside where I fell asleep on her floor, fully clothed, as she puked in the toilet. I feel REALLY guilty about that now, I so should have helped her! Oh deary me. Woke up this morning (or yesterday morning now I guess), very very tired (Realised I went to bed at like 5am and it was now 10am as BB had to go and get her hair cut). I woke up to a text from Dave :) and a text from Brendan, we're going to meet up Sunday afternoon which should be pretty cool. BB then went and got her hair cut so I decided to listen to all of her CDs which I don't have - have decided I don't like Yellowcard (too starting line-ish), not a big fan of Million Dead, although I already knew that after seeing them last year but Further Seems Forever sound fucking awesome, can't wait to get some of their stuff.
At this point, I'm bored, so I decide to check my e-mail. I find an e-mail from the gigs listings people saying Taking Back Sunday are playing The Astoria! I'm so happy but at the same time so sad as we all know my financial state. So, BB walks in the door and after telling her I love her hair (thats not best friend ritual, I really did love it) and then about Taking Back Sunday. Her face drops and I soon realise what my birthday present is from her. HOW COOL IS SHE?!!?!? Ohhh I love her forever!
The rest of the afternoon consisted of watching Cash In The Attic (money grabbing horrible programme), Neighbours (Harold's gone crazy!), painting self portraits and flicky art on BB's patio (my pictures were so good, all black and smudged lol), and then we went into town where we got stared at AGAIN in a little cafe, people obviously think we're lesbians because we're 2 girls and we have piercings. Obviously.
I then went home and had horrible stage management, it was quite funny but dragged (4 hours sitting in the same place writing the same stuff) and I felt so ill because I was so tired. I came home and went straight to bed, but texted Dave first. Anyway we've been talking all night because I AM A FOOL and didn't realise he liked me. I've liked this guy so much but just didn't think anything of it, and I don't know if anything'll come of it cos he lives so far away but he is so perfect, we have the exactly same sense of humour and same taste in music and I can talk to him on the phone for ages but he hasn't met me, he could hate me, and I've got this date with Brendan who, even though I was drunk, I remember was so so lovely, really cute looking and he seemed like such a caring person. He even said in his text he was really glad I'd texted him and he wanted to see me as soon as he could. So now I'm in a bit of a situation but we'll just have to see how things go. I think Dave lives too far to be honest and he seems like the loveliest guy in the world to have ad a new best friend, so we shall see.
Right, I'd best go to bed as my head hurts lots! Wow, see, I'm even talking to you as if you're a real person Mr Journal.
Listening to: Blue by Eifel 65 hehehe I just put my cheese section on random!