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Age: 23
Sex: F
Country: United Kingdom

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03/16/2010 Tuesday, March 16, 2010

I got too drunk (again) last night and slept very fitfully. The gig was pretty good, though I think Frank was better the last time I saw him. We were supposed to go out afterwards but Rob ended up going home with his ex and so Sean and I decided not to bother. We were both already fucked anyway, so I dread to think what we would have been like if we had actually gone out. I really should learn that half vodka/half coke mixes are NOT good for me.

I had some weird dreams. I dreamt that Sean and I were seeing each other, and that I took him to meet my parents. That was weird - I DO like him, but not to the extent where I want a relationship with him, I'd just like to see what happens. If that makes sense. I dreamt of my Dad, learning that he lived in an apartment on the Quayside and visiting him to tell him what a cunt he is. I dreamt that I was back in the area where my parents live, next to a metro station, with Sean and someone else that I cannot remember, and that we had to lie on the ground to escape getting hit by lightning from the scariest thunderstorm I've ever seen. Is seen the right word? It was only a dream, after all. It was so vivid. Vivid to the point that I actually remember thinking that I could feel the water seeping in through the bottom of my shoes. Very strange.

I woke at around 5am and watched the sun rise. It was very peaceful, very beautiful. Then the metros started running again, which disturbed the peace and so I went back to sleep.

I don't have anything today until work at 5pm. I have the flat to myself at the moment. S and J are out at college/uni. N is at some Unite Against Fascism stall. I didn't know he was going. I really should get some work done but today is one of those days where I just don't know what to do with myself. I could probably do with going to the library but I really cannot be bothered.

I need to get some washing done. I need to shower. I need to work. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself for no reason whatsoever.

 

EDIT: I'm finding this song quite fitting at the moment. May need to download it.

The Twist - Frightened Rabbit

Do the twist in the twisting outfit
The loose tie with, the loose limp wrists
Lift your dress enough to show me those shins
Let your hair stick to your forehead

Did you blush then when our hips touched?
I can't tell, you're already red
Am i right? you give me the signs
Is that pink mist or just lit dry ice

You twist and whisper the wrong name
I don't care nor do my ears
Twist yourself around me
I need company I need human heat
I need human heat

Lets pretend I'm attractive and then
You won't mind, you can twist for a while
It's the night, I can be who you like
And I'll quietly leave before it gets light

So twist and whisper the wrong name
I don't care nor do my ears
Twist yourself around me
I need company i need human heat
I need human heat

I need human heat
(extrasupervery...)
I need human heat
I need human heat
I need--

Twist and whisper the right name
I'm David, please
The twist is that you're just like me
You need company, you need human heat
You need human heat



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Glad you've been keeping busy and sociable! Uni life really does rock. Anyway, I read your previous entry about your not so charming housemates. Hopefully you'll find a much better place come the next academic year [Brvbeck] 3/16/2010 5:28:54 PM
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