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* i feel strange tonight. i effing hate sunday nights. question! when's the best time for a random feeling of shittiness, lonliness, feeling-sorry-for-selfness, down-in-the-dumpness?! EVERY SUNDAY NIGHT!! and it makes no sense as i'm a happy person at the minute!! is it the ghost of sundays? i think so. the dirty wee ghost of sundays who lies in wait at my bedroom window all week with his green hat and shit shoes conjuring all the bad feelings in the world and adding them to a general air of doom to create the most opressive, shitty atmosphere for when he comes a-leaping, lord-like, into my world on an effing sunday night. the dirty wee bastard.
i had a good weekend. i pretty much spent friday through to today in chadwick, wrapped in the warm embrace of my new love. the xbox. i feel i have spent my weekend more productively than most. i barely drank (except for a bottle of cider on friday and some tesco coke the rest of the time), i barely ate (except for nibblings of a birthday cake, some crisps, two carrot moons and a catface special spaghetti thing) and i barely moved (except for going to the toilet a million times, going to meet catface and going to the toilet again). yet i am most satisfied. i didn't get bolloxd. i didn't get into trouble. i didn't get punched. i didn't get mugged. i didn't get slagged off. i didn't get angry. instead i was with 4 idiots who happen to be legends. instead i listened to some of the finest indie music known to man this day. instead i talked rubbish with people who listened. instead i discovered a world of coloured puzzles. instead i discovered the most magical, puzzling world of all time (in the form of 'oblivion'). and, most importantly, i rediscovered the crazy, itching, shouting, twitching, computer-game obsessive/addictive side to my very self. oooh how i've missed you.
that's actually made me a little happier. oh yes.
it's two months today until my birthday. 22. imagine that. plans? go to london. go to cardiff.
that means it's 2months 2weeks and 3days to christmas. imagine that. i hate people who don't like christmas. i understand it's a difficult month for people financially and it can be hard in other ways too - but look on the bright side! christmas is great. fact. santa is bringing me a psp. despite my love of the xbox, psp is the way forward. that means i can bring crazy-computer-saz with me wherever i go. how lucky my friends are.
before i go - rilo kiley are fabulous. fact.
bye! *
"i think i'll go out and embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in the street.."
EDIT! - i said i was gonna write down any weird dreams i have. well, here's the latest. on friday night i dreamt it was christmas eve and me and my family and friends were all in this cabin/villa celebrating. i needed to go to the toilet but there was a huge queue, so i went outside to find one. there was a path with a beach at the end of it with lots of those little changing huts, so thought "i'll go look there!". on my way down the path i saw a girl's hand disappearing into the cracks of the pavement. i was dying to pee, so ran on and ignored it, but instead of running into a beach, i ran into what looked like an old, abandoned warehouse. i turned around to see about 50 people spilling out of the path and chasing me, shouting that they were gonna beat me up and kill me. i grabbed my phone (which was oddly chris' phone..) and rang 999, but didn't have time to speak because these people were attacking me. i was trying to fight back and suddently it was just me and this one guy who i'd somehow managed to knock out. the guy had a lot of badges on his jacket, which i stole and took back with me to the villa. i got back and everyone was sitting at the table and i sat down (all bruised and black-eyed and bloody) next to caitlin and showed her the badges. one of them was a badge advertising a tour between some bands we know and she shouted at me, telling me i'd knocked someone out who i probably knew despite the fact he was beating me up. dan then turned around and said "i don't give a fuck who was beating you up - i wish they had've done it properly and fucking killed you". then i woke up. i am a normal girl.
i had a good weekend. i pretty much spent friday through to today in chadwick, wrapped in the warm embrace of my new love. the xbox. i feel i have spent my weekend more productively than most. i barely drank (except for a bottle of cider on friday and some tesco coke the rest of the time), i barely ate (except for nibblings of a birthday cake, some crisps, two carrot moons and a catface special spaghetti thing) and i barely moved (except for going to the toilet a million times, going to meet catface and going to the toilet again). yet i am most satisfied. i didn't get bolloxd. i didn't get into trouble. i didn't get punched. i didn't get mugged. i didn't get slagged off. i didn't get angry. instead i was with 4 idiots who happen to be legends. instead i listened to some of the finest indie music known to man this day. instead i talked rubbish with people who listened. instead i discovered a world of coloured puzzles. instead i discovered the most magical, puzzling world of all time (in the form of 'oblivion'). and, most importantly, i rediscovered the crazy, itching, shouting, twitching, computer-game obsessive/addictive side to my very self. oooh how i've missed you.
that's actually made me a little happier. oh yes.
it's two months today until my birthday. 22. imagine that. plans? go to london. go to cardiff.
that means it's 2months 2weeks and 3days to christmas. imagine that. i hate people who don't like christmas. i understand it's a difficult month for people financially and it can be hard in other ways too - but look on the bright side! christmas is great. fact. santa is bringing me a psp. despite my love of the xbox, psp is the way forward. that means i can bring crazy-computer-saz with me wherever i go. how lucky my friends are.
before i go - rilo kiley are fabulous. fact.
bye! *
"i think i'll go out and embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in the street.."
EDIT! - i said i was gonna write down any weird dreams i have. well, here's the latest. on friday night i dreamt it was christmas eve and me and my family and friends were all in this cabin/villa celebrating. i needed to go to the toilet but there was a huge queue, so i went outside to find one. there was a path with a beach at the end of it with lots of those little changing huts, so thought "i'll go look there!". on my way down the path i saw a girl's hand disappearing into the cracks of the pavement. i was dying to pee, so ran on and ignored it, but instead of running into a beach, i ran into what looked like an old, abandoned warehouse. i turned around to see about 50 people spilling out of the path and chasing me, shouting that they were gonna beat me up and kill me. i grabbed my phone (which was oddly chris' phone..) and rang 999, but didn't have time to speak because these people were attacking me. i was trying to fight back and suddently it was just me and this one guy who i'd somehow managed to knock out. the guy had a lot of badges on his jacket, which i stole and took back with me to the villa. i got back and everyone was sitting at the table and i sat down (all bruised and black-eyed and bloody) next to caitlin and showed her the badges. one of them was a badge advertising a tour between some bands we know and she shouted at me, telling me i'd knocked someone out who i probably knew despite the fact he was beating me up. dan then turned around and said "i don't give a fuck who was beating you up - i wish they had've done it properly and fucking killed you". then i woke up. i am a normal girl.