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I.
Yeah, it's been a while.
II.
This week was one of mental carnage, a constant deluge of tests with little respite. Its strange to think that only five days really passed since my holidays, so tightly packed was the week with the endless torrent of mocks.
Actually, they weren't so bad. But there were a lot.
I got a D in my history, precisely 50%. My teacher said that he was impressed I had managed to write such a large quantity of text without actually saying anything at all. Apparently the examiners might fall for it but I shouldn't count on it. Turns out that for the real thing I am actually going to have to work. Rather a horrible surprise, but I shall see what I can do.
Meanwhile R.S. and Sociology prove eerily easy. I suspect that this is simply a vast exercise in lulling me into a state of total complacency before I fail miserably and utterly at the real things when they come around. Ah well, such is life.
II.
I went out to some awful folk/"alternative" gig today with my sister and her boyfriend and some other vague friends of hers, but not theirs. The music was truly terrible, devoid of any real passion, let alone tunes, and we left pretty much as soon as we were able, if not before the sister's boyfriend tried to make me chat up people and I bashfully refused.
We moved on to Covent Garden {having been in Nothing Hill} and there watched some rugby and other such nonsense while in front of me a pair of whores worked a small group of middle aged rich men, as such types tend to. They took photos, leaving me to wonder if that set of poor sods were about to walk into some brutal blackmail.
We moved on to some club but I was hungry and a mixture of that and the fact that the band inside were playing an Oasis cover led me to flee from that place, with the boyfriend {who I do my best to hate but find less and less material for} actually giving me a tenner to buy food.
I found some Italian place still open at such hours and got from them garlic bread and pizza. I had wanted cheesecake as well but became rather uncertain while ordering {as I tend to} and refrained from asking for it. The garlic bread was passable but the pizza too much and I found myself rather longing for the sweetness provided by the New York style confectionery that I desired but had denied myself. I was now too nervous to order it, though.
As I sat there alone in the night I suspected that I was getting some early preview of what elderly, isolated life would be like for me. Seated on my own and without any company. Hopefully I will clog up my arteries with grease and fat to the extent that I'll never see that proper, though. It'll be a struggle to get all of that junk devoured, but well worth the sacrifice.
Best to go while there are still people to mourn, selfish though that may seen. The last one left has to turn out the lights when they leave.
Yeah, it's been a while.
II.
This week was one of mental carnage, a constant deluge of tests with little respite. Its strange to think that only five days really passed since my holidays, so tightly packed was the week with the endless torrent of mocks.
Actually, they weren't so bad. But there were a lot.
I got a D in my history, precisely 50%. My teacher said that he was impressed I had managed to write such a large quantity of text without actually saying anything at all. Apparently the examiners might fall for it but I shouldn't count on it. Turns out that for the real thing I am actually going to have to work. Rather a horrible surprise, but I shall see what I can do.
Meanwhile R.S. and Sociology prove eerily easy. I suspect that this is simply a vast exercise in lulling me into a state of total complacency before I fail miserably and utterly at the real things when they come around. Ah well, such is life.
II.
I went out to some awful folk/"alternative" gig today with my sister and her boyfriend and some other vague friends of hers, but not theirs. The music was truly terrible, devoid of any real passion, let alone tunes, and we left pretty much as soon as we were able, if not before the sister's boyfriend tried to make me chat up people and I bashfully refused.
We moved on to Covent Garden {having been in Nothing Hill} and there watched some rugby and other such nonsense while in front of me a pair of whores worked a small group of middle aged rich men, as such types tend to. They took photos, leaving me to wonder if that set of poor sods were about to walk into some brutal blackmail.
We moved on to some club but I was hungry and a mixture of that and the fact that the band inside were playing an Oasis cover led me to flee from that place, with the boyfriend {who I do my best to hate but find less and less material for} actually giving me a tenner to buy food.
I found some Italian place still open at such hours and got from them garlic bread and pizza. I had wanted cheesecake as well but became rather uncertain while ordering {as I tend to} and refrained from asking for it. The garlic bread was passable but the pizza too much and I found myself rather longing for the sweetness provided by the New York style confectionery that I desired but had denied myself. I was now too nervous to order it, though.
As I sat there alone in the night I suspected that I was getting some early preview of what elderly, isolated life would be like for me. Seated on my own and without any company. Hopefully I will clog up my arteries with grease and fat to the extent that I'll never see that proper, though. It'll be a struggle to get all of that junk devoured, but well worth the sacrifice.
Best to go while there are still people to mourn, selfish though that may seen. The last one left has to turn out the lights when they leave.