| A brief glance. |
[14 Oct 2003|02:38pm] |
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Saw my particular crush of the moment today. Zoe was walking along looking extraordinary in glasses. She seemed rather unhappy though. I'm sure she has college today. Hope the old man hasn't tried to fuck it up for her.
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| The last hypnotherapy session before college. |
[14 Oct 2003|02:40pm] |
Yes, so i finally give my talk on B.D.D tomorrow. Possibly, i don't know if i'll be up this week. But i need a last blast of confidence in my sub-concious before i actually go. So Geoff has offered my just such a session, in forty minutes time.
David Blaine is still looking more and more deshevelled in his perspex box. If that was me in there i would be much less worried about the effects of starvation on my organs and bones, than having that hair. Well, not quite, but that is a bit of a barnet up there.
David has given me a request to find guitar tabs. I need to find shitloads of the godforsaken things. Oasis, Coldplay, et al. And er...Queen.
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| Editorial |
[14 Oct 2003|02:51pm] |
A funny old week in general, marked with flashes of excitement (When Zoe actually messaged me), pits of anger (Verbal fisticuffs i can do little to seemingly avoid these days), and blank eyed yawning in front of the sodding monitor. I'm sure you're feeling much the same, but i would hope not.
Final Fantasy VIII still appears regularly on my agenda. I've just entered the Battle of the Gardens for the millionth time. One day i will complete the sodding thing. Hopefully just in time for the UK release date of the next fucking game.
The Bell Inn trade is pretty quiet at the moment, no more than a slight sprinkling of customers, often less than double figures. This does not bother the staff, as we all need a good rest after the apocalyptic rush of the summer. It's by no means a huge city restaurant or pub, but considering it is situated in a village, it does get very busy at times. Which is both good and bad. You might say swings and roundabouts. But i wouldn't. Because i'm a tosser.
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| Post Hypnosis. |
[14 Oct 2003|04:08pm] |
Bloody hell. I ran through about ten minutes of speaking about the subject of B.D.D in detail, never once truly faltering in my speech, always sounding eloquent and articualate and formal enough, but at the same time letting my voice carry and fluctuate in tone. Just right. If i can carry this off tomorrow, i'll be very happy. I think i can, in fact i'm really looking forward to it now. I'm fully capable of doing this. I just did not realise it. All i really need to do now is condense it into five minutes, and the right order.
But hey, i'm feeling very good about this talk now.
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