8:06 p.m.
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12 February, 2004

I hate morning afters... they always suck. I hurried all the way down to the library and realised when I got here that I didn't have the title for the stupid article that the stupid lecturer is stupidly testing us on. And my stupid head hurts.

Snakebite: the best, most gorgeous drink in the world. Also, very deadly. Must drink again.

Brody: Okay, went to see The Distillers, got crushed in the mosh pit. Was saved by this enormous security guard and also the nicest little punks ever, who let me crowd surf and also saved me when I was crushed underneath their feet.

Also, kissed Gary's friends... and perhaps Gary also. I'm so very friendly and generous with my kisses. Also, Verity and Andy gave my breasts a 9/10, which made me happy.

What else... all my housemates have disappeared. Which I'm fine with because they didn't even care when I just disappeared for two days without telling them where I was going. I could have been trapped in a pub somewhere, desperately trying to claw myself out. Okay, that's unlikely, but still... they're so thoughtless!

Valentine's thing at Studio 41 on Saturday. One night stand rule is still in place, because I'm so tired of the awkward mornings of trying to sneak out of people's rooms. There should be a signal you can give to people, to let them know that you like them very much, but that they shouldn't expect you to stay around for breakfast in the morning.

I do tell them straight out, because I'm not out to hurt anyone's feelings, but ego dictates that they think that once I've been with them, there will be no other. It will never happen. I'm a one woman woman, and that woman is me.

I finished The Outsider today by Camus. And it was a bit of a revelation. I feel vindicated, or at least not alone... which is not the point, is it.

My head still hurts. I'm running out of money. I have no chocolate or pepsi. My life is a nightmare. I should be at LGB now, but I don't hate myself that much... especially not as much as I hate them... mwah ha ha. I will take that back before Saturday though, I promise, otherwise I will have no-one to dance with. Sadness.

Gotta go, shops shut soon and I must buy things I don't need.