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Man I'm booorrrred...... I've done all my homework, that's how bored I am.
We booked Spain today. The lady who owns the villa sent us some info and pictures. The place looks really really nice.
Nice. That's such a lame adjective! I can't be arsed to think of a better one though.
Anyway, yeah, so we've booked Spain. Yay! And we're going to Tenerife in February! More yay! I told Rachel she can give us her flight money whenever she's got it, and I also sent her the email with the villa info on it. She didn't actually sound that excited. I'm hoping that's just because she was at work.
Christ, I hope that's all it was. It'd be a fucking disaster if she pulled out now.
Hrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I'm bored. I want to watch a DVD but I don't want to watch any of the ones I've got. I don't want to watch Edward Scissorhands because it'll just depress me (THE HUMAN RACE SUCKS!)... I don't want to watch Troy or anything like that because it'll just bore me even more. I have to be in the mood to watch that sort of film.
So here I am, back on the computer, like some sort of computer geek. If only I had a life.
That is so ironic. Earlier, when we were booking Spain, I was thinking "Yay! Life is good again!" And now I'm moaning that I'm bored and my life is non-existant.
Just goes to show how ungrateful the human race really is, I guess.
Well, maybe not the human race. Maybe just me.
No, I AM grateful. Somewhere inside of me there is a section that is extrememly grateful. It just has to fight a bit to get to the surface.
I was actually fine before dinner. But then my parents had an argument, and that always pisses me off. So now I'm bored and slightly depressed. I hate pissing Sundays.
Maybe playing some better music will help. I've just switched from U2 to Kings of Leon. That's a bit bouncier.
Yeah, that's better. Happier already.
Music does help moods. I was talking to my dad about this yesterday at Frankie and Benny's. We had to wait for an hour in the bar before they could seat us, so we got drinks and had a chat. That waiter who always flirts with me was making eyes again. He's not desperately attractive, but it's still flattering. No-one that grown-up has ever made eyes at me before. There was Chip, and Will, and Jordan. But none of them are what you'd call proper man material.
I'm not saying this waiter is. For all I know, he's a Kosovan who lives in a caravan with three wives and eight kids somewhere in Corby. I think he's Italian, but he could be Kosovan. I don't really know the difference.
Anyway, he never talks to me, he just stares and grins at me all the time. So I don't have to worry that he's going to ask me out or anything.
ANYWAY, my dad and I were talking, and this song came on. It was "Twelfth Of Never" by Johnny Mathis, and my dad started telling me about how this song always gets him emotional etc etc etc. Then we got on to the great songs, and I said how To the Moon and Back by Savage Garden is my favourite song of all time, and then we got onto James Blunt and how he's good but he'll only have one or two great songs, and how Michael Jackson is a genius even if he is a kiddy-fiddler, etc etc etc. It was good.
Then I had chicken salad, which is what I always have there. SO good.
And now I'm going to do.... something else. Farewell.
We booked Spain today. The lady who owns the villa sent us some info and pictures. The place looks really really nice.
Nice. That's such a lame adjective! I can't be arsed to think of a better one though.
Anyway, yeah, so we've booked Spain. Yay! And we're going to Tenerife in February! More yay! I told Rachel she can give us her flight money whenever she's got it, and I also sent her the email with the villa info on it. She didn't actually sound that excited. I'm hoping that's just because she was at work.
Christ, I hope that's all it was. It'd be a fucking disaster if she pulled out now.
Hrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I'm bored. I want to watch a DVD but I don't want to watch any of the ones I've got. I don't want to watch Edward Scissorhands because it'll just depress me (THE HUMAN RACE SUCKS!)... I don't want to watch Troy or anything like that because it'll just bore me even more. I have to be in the mood to watch that sort of film.
So here I am, back on the computer, like some sort of computer geek. If only I had a life.
That is so ironic. Earlier, when we were booking Spain, I was thinking "Yay! Life is good again!" And now I'm moaning that I'm bored and my life is non-existant.
Just goes to show how ungrateful the human race really is, I guess.
Well, maybe not the human race. Maybe just me.
No, I AM grateful. Somewhere inside of me there is a section that is extrememly grateful. It just has to fight a bit to get to the surface.
I was actually fine before dinner. But then my parents had an argument, and that always pisses me off. So now I'm bored and slightly depressed. I hate pissing Sundays.
Maybe playing some better music will help. I've just switched from U2 to Kings of Leon. That's a bit bouncier.
Yeah, that's better. Happier already.
Music does help moods. I was talking to my dad about this yesterday at Frankie and Benny's. We had to wait for an hour in the bar before they could seat us, so we got drinks and had a chat. That waiter who always flirts with me was making eyes again. He's not desperately attractive, but it's still flattering. No-one that grown-up has ever made eyes at me before. There was Chip, and Will, and Jordan. But none of them are what you'd call proper man material.
I'm not saying this waiter is. For all I know, he's a Kosovan who lives in a caravan with three wives and eight kids somewhere in Corby. I think he's Italian, but he could be Kosovan. I don't really know the difference.
Anyway, he never talks to me, he just stares and grins at me all the time. So I don't have to worry that he's going to ask me out or anything.
ANYWAY, my dad and I were talking, and this song came on. It was "Twelfth Of Never" by Johnny Mathis, and my dad started telling me about how this song always gets him emotional etc etc etc. Then we got on to the great songs, and I said how To the Moon and Back by Savage Garden is my favourite song of all time, and then we got onto James Blunt and how he's good but he'll only have one or two great songs, and how Michael Jackson is a genius even if he is a kiddy-fiddler, etc etc etc. It was good.
Then I had chicken salad, which is what I always have there. SO good.
And now I'm going to do.... something else. Farewell.