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[29 Oct 2006|01:49am] |
Well, ladies. I think i'm pissed.
A little. Actually, a lot. And..
I don't care....
Because it's been a good fun night. Even though hitting keys is an achievement on a par with man's discovery of fire, i'ts been grat.
I worked on my own tonight, oh yes. I re-discovered my washing up ability, my kudos, my talent. (Of which there are many, without being too pretentious, but fuck it)
Sixty people. I got drunk afterwards. Very very very drunk. I drank Murphys, I drank Guiness, I sang the Killers with Rich. We all went to Kate and Lucy's house. I sank cans there.
I am FUCKED.
I love you all.
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[29 Oct 2006|08:31pm] |
The clocks go back, and the nights draw in. It's something i've been waiting a long time for. I love the setting sun early in the chilly evenings. Most don't, but this is a world of difference and such things between people should be cherished.
Last night I got completely wasted and rather overdid it, it has to be said. I even stumbled into my parent's room at three past the midnight and turned the light on. I don't remember doing it either. I was told about it this afternoon.
Stayed in bed all day wanting the pain in my head to die, before I did. I put off picking up wages until tonight, and missed the racousness of watching West Ham V Blackburn with Dave and Danny. I would have enjoyed it too, as we were all hoping WH would win their first game in nine attempts, mainly for David who was beginning to get quite disconsolate at their recent misery.
As it happens, the oldest man in the premiership at forty years old..one Teddy Sherrinham gave the Hammers the lead with a smart header. A wise head on not-so-young shoulders, he led the team with astute creativity and cutting edge play. In the 2-1 win, the reassuring fact that being forty and still being able to perform gives hope to those of us fearing middle age.
I went to get my money tonight and then came home again. I am still ill and a lot weary from last night's escapades. I don't know if i'll go to college tomorrow, my cold is still bugging me. I don't have anything written either, having been too busy and ill to do so.
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[29 Oct 2006|08:46pm] |
I'm not quite convinced on the actual specific suitability on some of these pictures, but most of them work. When you consider that a few of my insterets are on the poor side of vague, or just plain made up it's not bad.
And hooray for doggystyle! Possibly one of greatest positions on god's good earth.
( My Interests Collage! )
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[29 Oct 2006|10:05pm] |
I killed metal King Slime!
I KILLED A METAL KING SLIME!
I KILLED A METAL KING SLIME!
Yababadooyapalaba!
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[29 Oct 2006|11:25pm] |
By Jove, I think i've cracked it! I've made a fucking piece of writing, and it has a literal allegory and everything! And i've learned that IT DOESN'T NEED TO BE FUCKING FUNNY!
I can sleep happy. I've written something. Some tidying up and a lot of getting better and I might be in good shape to go tomorrow. We'll see, I still feel ill and still might put it off a week, but i've got something at last, and it looks beautiful.
Short stories can tell something without being too clear on what's going on. I can't write like that. I can however, make punctuary images in a black and white world.
I am pleased. I shall go to bed now.
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