Today after school I stopped in at a pub, and was forced to make an early retreat once more because yet another balding fuckwit decided that I wanted to listen to his problems. I don't know what the hell is wrong with people: I'm sitting at a table, with a drink, reading and listening to music. It is quite clear that I am happily oblivious to your ( Read more... )

Just got an email from Exeter.

They've received my application.

The waiting game begins.

I hope with all my goddamned soul that I get in.

Please, please, let me get in.

Please.

x

Don't you just hate it when the people you like turn out to be raving homosexuals? Kay sure as hell does ( Read more... )

Clearly, yesterday, Friday took a day off, since even though it was Friday the Thirteenth, I got no more bad luck than usual. Clearly he remembered this morning and passed the chore on to Saturday, because when I went to work today an avalance of shit hit the fan. I'd only been out of bed for three hours, and already just about everything that ( Read more... )

I know I normally complain a lot, but even for me, this week was pretty bad. A nightmarish whirl of exams, social conflict and full-fat milk: yeah, if there was one thing I needed right now, it was that. To cut a long, aggravating story short, let's just exclaim a number of random expletives and be done with it ( Read more... )

... and I'm feeling POO ( Read more... )

Broke up with Ali.

Feel bad, and rightly. Best thing that's happened to me since Joe really.

The wheel turns again, the pain starts afresh, and this time it's me that's to blame. I'm walking someone else's path and our footprints match.

How poetic.

Feh.

The colour of their eyes. The curves of their body you're seeking out every morning when you wake. The smell of their hair. Their skin. Their breath. Their warmth pressing against you, if only you'd roll the other way, or go back in time. The way they smiled at you in the mornings, and for the first time, your world made sense. You felt happy. You ( Read more... )

Christmas is coming ( Read more... )

It is stupidly early, but I'm awake anyway courtesy of my cat (who decided that he needed the litterbox at 5am, so it would be prudent to get up on my bed and cuff me savagely around the face until I got up to open the doors downstairs). Lucky me. Who needs an alarm clock when you've got a tempermental gremlin to beat you awake two hours early in ( Read more... )