| THe Zoe Malloy staring contest |
[04 Dec 2003|09:20am] |
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I'm 1-1 now. Zoe won, as i finally succumbed to her flirtatious gestures, and looked away giggling. I thought the point of these was that you were not allowed to move, so i think she's cheating. But hey, i'm not complainging.
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[04 Dec 2003|09:22am] |
Yesterday was fucking fun filled. Firstly, i was (and am still) dying of flu....but still had to attend college. The reasons for this are not important, but this was the day that South East trains decided to fuck my life up again. The train crawled to Ramsgate in half an hour, stopping every five fucking yards because of a points failure.
Reasons to hate them even more, then. But here's more, when we FINALLY got to Ramsgate, three trains were cancelled, so i had to pay FIVE FUCKING POUNDS to get a taxi the rest of the way.
Still, the taxi driver was quite a genial chap. Apparently lives in Minster, his dad taught English, loved it himself...good bloke.
Got to college, and snorted and choked through four chapters of Animal Farm, and an abominable trip to the computer room for some password typing. Which didn't lead anywhere, all our passwords are wrong.
Back to the classroom. More dying. More Animal Farm. Home.
Trains at Broadstairs cancelled. Except one to Ramsgate. to my surprise, the train at Ramsgate IS going to Minster, and there is Alicia...someone i haven't seen in ages. Now this is good. I have a laugh with her and her mates. We get to Minster. I go round Ali's and eat chocolates, pedantically make fun of Ali (We have this funny little pedantry friendship - it's hard to explain), and berate Christina Aguilera for having balloons for mammaries, and walking around a squat. At some point, ALL singers have to walk around a disused building.
Left her's, watched Buffy (Buffy refused more power from some shamen blokes and Wood is squaring up to Spike), which i am strangely addicted to now, and then down the Bell, to choke in front of Roy.
Mel is working. Mel looks fucking stunning. Her new hair really suits her. She's a little melancholy, and i know exactly why.
The pantos on. Roy is trying to avoid it. We drink and talk to Jamie Larkin, who is actually a very nice chap. He spoke at length about his childhood, and family history. It takes a big man to open up about these things.
Zoe and co come in. As Roy is not getting on with them we keep our distance.
Later, Roy leaves, and Zoe and co join me and the Larkin. I'm collapsing, but still have a staring contest with Zoe. I swear her eyes are turning black. She looks amazing as usual. Try not to give Cinders my germs. She still has three more nights to play.
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[04 Dec 2003|05:55pm] |
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Starting to feel unwell again. I thought i was over the worst, but i have no energy, and i'm STILL having to work. No time to recouperate. I just hope to fuck it's not busy tonight, because i have no intention of exerting myself.
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