don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?

12:53 p.m.
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11 December, 2003

Guess what, just finished another essay. There was a big disaster last night, 20 year old me got asked for ID and actually turned away from the club. I was so mad that I completely laid into the taxi driver on the way home. Poor man, he even gave me a discount because I think I scared him a little.

So, anyway, essay 2 done. No more til after christmas, yay! Also, no more lectures til after christmas... except for that minor social psychology one that I'm not going to go to. And, after christmas, no more social psychology, with the dutch/italian/cockney woman annoying me with her weird accent. Does life get any better than this?

Also, I have alarmingly developed the biggest crush on one of my roommates. She gives me butterflies and everything. It's weird how I always fall a little in love with people who are nothing like me. I mean, Nat is extroverted, loud, into r 'n' b and all the music I despise. She plays Bon Jovi and think it's hard rock for god's sake! By rights, I should hate her, but I can't. Dammit.

Plus, one of my other roommates has turned out to be not as cool as I thought. Well two of them really. One, it turns out, is a thief. Lucky me. And the other, a complete moron. Her boyfriend has decided to become a teacher, which she says is a complete disgusting, gay, poofy job. And she tells him this repeatedly, loudly, on the phone, which is just outside my room. Meanwhile, I'm sat in my room, watching 'But I'm a cheerleader', with posters of women all over my walls, the only guys on my walls are wearing make-up, and I'm feeling just a wee bit uncomfortable.

Bah, it's all crap. On the plus side, I'm going to Girls And boYs on saturday night, finally. It's going to be quite cool, cos Laura, Kelvin... and a bunch of other people there. Emma might come, but she's got her straight friend staying with her and doesn't want to freak her out. We suggested just not telling her that it's a gay club, but she thinks that might leave her a bit unprepared. I don't know what she means, I think I'd be quite pleased if someone took me to a club and then told me that the room was full of lesbians...

Anyway, I suppose I better go hand in this essay before I lose it.


	Bah Humbug
	12:53 p.m. / 11 December, 2003 Guess what, just finished another essay. There was a big disaster last night, 20 year old me got asked for ID and actually turned away from the club. I was so mad that I completely laid into the taxi driver on the way home. Poor man, he even gave me a discount because I think I scared him a little. So, anyway, essay 2 done. No more til after christmas, yay! Also, no more lectures til after christmas... except for that minor social psychology one that I'm not going to go to. And, after christmas, no more social psychology, with the dutch/italian/cockney woman annoying me with her weird accent. Does life get any better than this? Also, I have alarmingly developed the biggest crush on one of my roommates. She gives me butterflies and everything. It's weird how I always fall a little in love with people who are nothing like me. I mean, Nat is extroverted, loud, into r 'n' b and all the music I despise. She plays Bon Jovi and think it's hard rock for god's sake! By rights, I should hate her, but I can't. Dammit. Plus, one of my other roommates has turned out to be not as cool as I thought. Well two of them really. One, it turns out, is a thief. Lucky me. And the other, a complete moron. Her boyfriend has decided to become a teacher, which she says is a complete disgusting, gay, poofy job. And she tells him this repeatedly, loudly, on the phone, which is just outside my room. Meanwhile, I'm sat in my room, watching 'But I'm a cheerleader', with posters of women all over my walls, the only guys on my walls are wearing make-up, and I'm feeling just a wee bit uncomfortable. Bah, it's all crap. On the plus side, I'm going to Girls And boYs on saturday night, finally. It's going to be quite cool, cos Laura, Kelvin... and a bunch of other people there. Emma might come, but she's got her straight friend staying with her and doesn't want to freak her out. We suggested just not telling her that it's a gay club, but she thinks that might leave her a bit unprepared. I don't know what she means, I think I'd be quite pleased if someone took me to a club and then told me that the room was full of lesbians... Anyway, I suppose I better go hand in this essay before I lose it. prev > next > fresh > rotted > profile > fans > rings > notes > email > design > host >