It's weird, you know. As I said in my description page,
I've always thought that keeping diaries was bloody pointless. Yet, now I'm trying (admittedly, the world can read it so
it defeats the object a little, I guess), the idea becomes vaguely attractive. Sharing my thoughts and (most of) my life
with...whoever you are - how weird! Went to the Tate Modern today. I figured that since I've been saying how crap it was for months, I thought I'd best go and see now my exams
are over. It wasn't as bad as I thought it might have been, but there is some fair crap in there...
24.5.01
Bizarre 24 hours. Was planning on a hideous self-improvement-style day involving healthy eating and a gym visit due to the
stupid amounts I have drunk and the crap I have been eating for the last week or so (on this point, I have noticed a worrying trend
here: bank account grows smaller as stomach gets flabbier...) Anyway, was just going to bed last night when I got a hysterical call from
a friend from school who was stranded at Victoria Station with her boyfriend. So they came up and stayed with me for the night, thus
scuppering my early-morning gym plans (luckily). We sat talking til 3, went to sleep, got up a 4 with the fire alarm ringing, then got up proper
at 7.45 so they could get going. So I decided to sod the gym. Then had a 2hr driving lesson with mad, nightmare, Greek, bird-seed-eating instructor
which didn't go as badly as it could (2nd test: June 7th; shite) have done, and then met a friend for lunch. Went sunbathing in Gordon Square, which
was kinda cool: the number of people wearing very little outside keeps growing as the weather gets hotter :-) :-). Gym tomorrow morning instead.
25.5.01
Summer. Fire alarm season in every single student halls of residence up and down the country. Can I just say here to the mindless, moronic, blatantly brain-dead
people who keep setting them off at stupid hours of the morning that you are the hair on the arsehole of life? Thankyou.
In a very good mood despite
earlier rant. I have just been up to the French Dept and they have, for the first time in a year, done something fantastic and given me the courses I wanted for
next year. I have consequently been walking around London (OK - Gordon Square) trying to make my happiness contagious and beaming at everyone. On reflection,
they probably just thought I was a lunatic.
27.5.01
Actually quite impressed with self. Managed to stay completely sober (my thanks here go to Max for the indicator as to how to write normal English)
last night, even though it was the UCL ball. Am not a pretty sight when drunk, and besides, I start
flirting with everything that moves, which is always bad the next morning when you think about who/what you did it to (coatracks, for example.) Also, it's always fun
being around pissed people when you're sober. Especially when you get to meet them the next day and tell them about it. :-)
28.5.01
Day spent shopping with Susie, Tess and Sarah. Creativity exhausted by earlier rant.
29.5.01
Much as I hate random fire alarms, I do love Summer. However, like throughout the year, I am plagued by one thing; this hit me when on epic shopping trip yesterday and
again today when I went back to Regent St. to exchange the things I had bought for more sensible, rational items: All of the nutcases in London follow me around. I swear.
In a group. I don't know why - I try to the best of my abilites to ignore them, but I promise that if you ever
see someone on the bus or walking down Gower Street with a group of weirdos like a could of flies buzzing around him, it will be me. Do stop me and say hello.
