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[14 Nov 2006|12:02am] |
You know, it's odd feeling quite sad and good at the same time. You don't really know how to be. I think they call it ambivolence. Such a lofty term for not knowing what the fuck's going on.
Illness has kept me quiet and subdued for most of the day. I trundled to college (Or school as it's not really college) and sat sniffing and coughing a little as Whitmeister handed out new worksheets. This one is based on a new style of poem writing which I think shall aid my creativity. I wrote something in an exercise that got a few laughs. I was quite encouraged by that. It was all about the crisp situation earlier tonight. Or yesterday. Sometimes off the cuff is good.
I had elected to leave early to catch the train, which I hate doing because it deprives my hearing half the classe's homework, and I think some slightly resent it. I don't know why, it's a feeling. I try to get across the fact that i'm heading back to Minster and it's an hour's wait to the next train, but it appears futile. However, I shall sacrifice my early leaving next week and stay for the five minutes.
In any case, the train was late this evening so going early was pointless. I got back at nine forty and sat feeling icky while Derek bashed away with his crazy Texan talk. Ali was there, first time i've seen her in months. Graham too, Neal and some others I don't know. They all chattered away while I sat at the bar falling into my soda. At ten forty I threw caution to the wind and had a couple of double Bell's. Just the ticket. I am buzzing and pleasingly numbed. Graham and I talked until closing.
I think I can get something from this poetry rhythm. Give me a while, we'll have a stab.
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[14 Nov 2006|11:27am] |
Two (to put it as jovially as I may) god fearers arrived at the door this morning rousing me awake. Me! I thought it was my earphones turning up so I scampered downstairs in a sort of half bleary, half excited way.
No, it was two middle aged women with a leaflet about god. I politely said I wasn't interested and they left. Phew. Off to the kitchen for some Oatbix. I like Oatbix. They're like Weetabix but more healthy, apparently.
Ever heard a song that fits a little too well into something that happened in your life? This is almost as if Ane Brun knew:
Friend rhymes with end - Ane Brun
My friend, you left me in the end
I can´t believe I´m writing a song
where friend rhymes with end
But today I must cave in
I have trouble forgetting those beautiful eyes
As it is
I must fill your space with lies
Friend, you left me in the end
I guess I knew it all along
I guess I expected this song
And it is as it appeared
Like a fist in my stomach and
Swallowing tears
Your song turned out a sad one
Just as I feared
Beautiful song, very sad and really quite uncannily familiar. I like this song very much.
Anyway soppy bollocks! I'm off. I shan't be back until four as i've got theory driving things to go through. Bye!
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[14 Nov 2006|07:14pm] |
What do you want to be? I want to be a pole dancer. I want to be a shoe sorter. I want to identify all the planets in the solar system in order of hotness.
Most of all, I want to be a driver. Today after work I visited on Derek and Sue. I found Graham and Derek in a car listening to loud rock music. Derek was going "Nyaaargh" really loudly along to it and shaking his head vigrously. We all went in the house and I looked at the theory test stuff.
All seems rather straightforward. I'm out to dinner this evening. Bye then!
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[14 Nov 2006|11:46pm] |
Well, that wasn't a bad night at all. Dan and Rich and Bolb and I in the Bell givin' it the munch. I had a monster, and I have to say it's left my stomach feeling rather claustrophobic. It was huge, and I think i'm the fullest i've ever been. I couldn't even drink much afterwards. We all sat listlessley about afterwards bellowing with laughter about anything and everything.
Just time for a quiz, then i'm making my bed and sleeping in it. The bed. Sod off.
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