| I've been to a mervellous party.....for an hour |
[13 Jul 2003|05:30pm] |
July 13th, 2003
Headache. HEADACHE HEADACHE HEADACHE. And it's SUNDAY. Wicked. It was good last night though.....
Problematic evening in the beginning. Ian was in a foully abusive mood, and gave me jip over supposedly being cranky for the last THREE days. I wasn't, Ian. I just didn't say much for three days. There's a difference between being an arsehole and being in a fucking quietly contemplative mood, alright? You would think a man of such intelligence would be able to notice the difference. Frankly i'm finding this kind of constant misguided talk somewhat tiresome. Especially as his whole exterior at the moment just screams "Piss Off!". I will forego my usual Bell Inn night out tonight for this reason. I'm sick trying to have a conversation with him. I find the whole process intimidating and i will not be treated like a surbordinate even when i'm being a fucking customer. Stick that in yer pipe and smoke it. I don't want to, i like Ian a lot. You have to see that. He's just if anything putting me back with repeated comments like this, when he doesn't have a single clue apart from the murmurs he hears from others. Gossip TRAVELS, doesn't it?
Speaking of which, my second washer upper on Saturday nights, Lucy is having problems through the medium of backstabbing vocal...she's very much part of the teenage community. Anyway, she was very quiet last night, i asked her...she's pissed off becuase people are saying things about her. Normally this would not bother her, but the insults have been on the weight side. She'd have no reason to believe these insults normally (She's not even slightly overweight), but a former problem with anorexia means this is damaging to her. I find this terribly sad, but what can i do?
Saturday night bustle came and went, so i went out to join Bolb and Byron at the bar. They've been to a party, and Gordon's here to, on the way to the same one. "On the way" means several drinks in the Bell. We're "invited" in the sense that we wander in with someone we know. I don't have a bloody clue what's going on or whose birthday it is. But i get dragged along.
Spend ten minutes shifting uneasily as usual before noticing two really tall gentlemen above all the normal sized boozers. They must be about 6ft something, and seem to be bookends on either side of the crowd, stopping them from all falling like dominoes. I see a Kelly Osbourne lookalike, and find it hard to refrain from yelling "IT'S THE KELLY OSBOURNE SHOW! YOU WANNA TAPE THIS KIDDIES! WE GOT ALL YOUR FAVOURITES YOU LITTLE C*NTS!" I don't. Anyway, i later find out it's her party. Good. Uncle Phil is there with his mad eyes of steam, deseprately trying to convince one and all of his dissapeaing sobriety, as in that he's still sober. He has a candle in front of him, which i'm rather paranoid he may collapse on and set alight to himself.
Mel drags me over to the drink place, because i won't go by myself (Damn my stupid confidence), she drags me in the same way a mother takes her child to the toy shop, which i find strangely endearing. By the lower arm.
So i'm there swigging a bottle of Santonamar, and the party dissipates, whilst Bolb and i talk B.D.D and comparisons which you'll have to excuse on the basis of us being a bit drunk. We sort some things out, i hope. Anyway, later we watch Phil staggering around the BEER room, laughing at his dissapearing candle, and we punch each other in funny ways whilst laughing. Old rhyme we used to sing, and remembered last night among racous laughter.
Ashes to ashes,
dead to dead,
by Joe,
by Jim,
raaaghgrhgrhghaahah!
Whilst uttering the scream at the end, you must ruffle your friend's hair. To this day, it baffles even NASA employees.
Well, that was my night. Bolb woke me up at FIVE AM because she didn't have a key. Caller unknown, so i didn't answer it, but it still woke me up!
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| Musical blunderings. |
[13 Jul 2003|05:32pm] |
July 13th, 2003
Tunes
Heroic and epic brilliance in the form of "Four Warriors of Dawn" from FFV. Listen to that. You could do a lot worse that "The Evil Mist's Rebirth" out of FFIX. Ooh, and "Ahead on Our Way" from the FFV again. They'll make you cry into a pie.
Also, the beautiful "Living Daylights" by A-Ha, a hugely uplifting piece of Bond tomfoolery from 1985. Hate Bond, love the themes. Some of them. Especially this.
And for the umpteenth time, that tune from Cold Feet. I want to know what the fuck it is so i can download it. It reminds me so much of someone, and i love it. I will post lyrics in full soon so you can bloody well tell me who it is. Or do my dirty work and find out for me. I'm a lazy cunt, i know. The song lyrics:
"Been feeling so lonely, restless and blue,
been headin' for nowhere, and i'm going there too soon,
searching for somethin', when i look in your eyes, i just might fall in love....
Been treadin' a fine line, livin' on my time,
I could be happy, with you by my side, you make me tingle inside
Knowing someone feels the same way i do,
makes me wanna be with you
You walked into to my life, unexpectedly,
but i'll take my chances, your romance is what i need,
strange as it seems when i look in your eyes, i just might fall in love......"
The middle is missing, i have to go back to the DVD and check...but i will edit later to complete the lyrics in full and someone can tell me what it is! It's a beatiful song and the lyric is charmingly simple yet effective...utterly sincere and i'm in love with it.
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[13 Jul 2003|05:33pm] |
July 13th, 2003
Largely insufferable afternoon, for all concerned. Maybe something in the water. But the less said, the better i find. But hey! It's the last busy shift over with this week. And a night at the Bell beckons. I wasn't going to, but hopefully Zoe will be out according to Roy. And i haven't really seen her in ages. I'll be happy if she gets out. As happy as this:
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Whatever that means. Useless barometers a specialty here on the Phyllis diary.
In other matters, i'm buying myself a personal CD player, small material pleasures designed to provide a distraction for five seconds. Hopefully i won't get bored after fifteen seconds like i did with Transformers.
I was going to mention something about lumpen grass and crow swings in the New Inn garden, but i can't be arsed.
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| Random Line i thought up |
[13 Jul 2003|05:33pm] |
"When i catch your tears, i want to turn them to joy for you"
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