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Right... so a certain someone convinced me to start a livejournal. Which is a fantastic thing indeed, only I cant decide what to bloody well write. I'm not even sure what you SHOULD talk about in these journal shabangs... Should I rant about how stressful school is? About how ridiculously good it feels to have the entire next week off? About a few days ago when a flock of about 200 small birds decided that i was just part of the scenery and basically nested on my face? Hmmm... decisions decisions.
Oh! I think I've got an idea! Oooh! Oooh! *cough* It's not that exciting to be honest, but at least it's something. I'm feeling like absolute shit at the moment. I'm really really pissed off at one of my mates because he's been a general twat, ignoring me like I don't even exist. Ingrate. After all I've done for him! As if that's not enough, I was supposed to go to this glamorous masquerade party thing tonight but was told about 3 hours before I was supposed to leave the house that "No, fuck off, you can't come. We're full, sorry." Fantastic. Just great. All of my mates who are still in town at the moment were going, the rest were at some outrageous Capoeira Workshop thing in Stockholm. So now I'm sitting here, moping, all alone, ON HALLO BLOODY WEEN. How sad is that. Well, at least I got some of that crazy buzz last night at Golden with my friends. Thank you, come again!
I'll probably be going to Halmstad next week to visit Pip. Shame M can't come. I haven't seen you for two weeks, woman! It's an outrage! =)
Blah, blah.... So my first entry DID turn into a useless rant after all. Oh the irony of it all. I reckon I'll just grind my fragile mind into a pulp by watching some old action film from the 80's. That usually works when I want to keep thinking to a minimum.
Oh! I think I've got an idea! Oooh! Oooh! *cough* It's not that exciting to be honest, but at least it's something. I'm feeling like absolute shit at the moment. I'm really really pissed off at one of my mates because he's been a general twat, ignoring me like I don't even exist. Ingrate. After all I've done for him! As if that's not enough, I was supposed to go to this glamorous masquerade party thing tonight but was told about 3 hours before I was supposed to leave the house that "No, fuck off, you can't come. We're full, sorry." Fantastic. Just great. All of my mates who are still in town at the moment were going, the rest were at some outrageous Capoeira Workshop thing in Stockholm. So now I'm sitting here, moping, all alone, ON HALLO BLOODY WEEN. How sad is that. Well, at least I got some of that crazy buzz last night at Golden with my friends. Thank you, come again!
I'll probably be going to Halmstad next week to visit Pip. Shame M can't come. I haven't seen you for two weeks, woman! It's an outrage! =)
Blah, blah.... So my first entry DID turn into a useless rant after all. Oh the irony of it all. I reckon I'll just grind my fragile mind into a pulp by watching some old action film from the 80's. That usually works when I want to keep thinking to a minimum.