11:21 a.m.
/
05 February, 2004

I'm a very silly girl. Last night, on the eve of one of the busiest and most important, and even longest days at uni, I went out and got drunk and stayed out til gone 3 am. I even danced like a mad girl.

They played Nirvana and Green Day, bless 'em. Yes, okay, so they were 'Smells like teen spirit' and 'Minority', but still, it was a start. It was better than Wham, for the love of cheese. They also played *shudder* Guns n Roses, so they was a nice mixture of overexposed and plain shite.

And crap, I was supposed to be taking young Woody Woodison of the Woodstock clan to Studio 41 this weekend, but it doesn't look like it's on. And the next one is bloody Valentine's Day. I hate Valentine's Day, which is not me being bitter, I just hate being told how to behave and when.

Like Christmas, you have to be kind and generous and present-giving on that day, and Easter, with the bunnies and eggs and stuff. I want to be loved up and stuff whenever the hell I want, not be forced to buy commercial shit with hearts on just because I'm expected to.

I have a seminar to lead in less than half an hour. I'm not nervous, probably because I'm too tired and hungover to really care either way. I look a state, I feel a state. And I'm really disappointed about this Saturday; I could have done with a good foam party.

Oh well, lah de dah, as Annie Hall would say.

Haven't got much else to say... been a bit weird this week really. I burst into tears while watching the news last night... there's widespread floods in Wales and some horses were going to drown because no one could save them. Now, horses scare the hell out of me and have ever since I saw a male horse's... private parts when I was three years old, but that doesn't mean that I want God to kill them all.

Also, I've noticed that a great many tortoises have been featured on tv recently, and also, that tortoise finger puppets also terrify me. I'm doomed.