Went into Leeds today, and that's just about all I did really. I went to take some elastic back to the shop, because I got my 70p per metre (70p per metre?!?! You gan get 2 Mars Bars for that!! Unless you shop at W H Smiths in the bus station, in which case you could get a tenth of a Mars Bar and a smartie...) peice of flipping elastic home and descovered it wouldn't tie in a knot. Argh the frustration. So I went to the shop and asked the woman and she told me use nail varnish to make it stay in a knot. Pah. I went to college after that, to see everyone. Well, no, to see Joe really. But he wasn't there. And I doubt I'd have spoken to him if he had been. But I still had to persuade myself to go home and not go back to college for the 50th time to see if he was in the bar. :oS The more and more this has been going on, the more and more I can tell that it is becoming more and more like a similar situation that I've been through with a similarly small bloke who shalt remain nameless. And I know you're all going to tell me you're bored of it soon, but guess what? I do not give a shit!! This is my dairy, and if I want to talk about the fact that I am fast becomming a borderline obsessive stalker, then I will, goddamn it!! At least this time around I'm able to persuade myself away... I have muchos christmas presents to make that I haven't made, for tomorrow, and I also have muchos violin practice to do, for tomorrow and tomorrow's the college christmas party and everyone appart from me is going because I've got no money because I suck. I'm in a sad mood. :-( ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He's signed on now, and I'm thinking about whether I should tell him that I'm not actually going to give him his christmas present at all. Because I'm feeling bitter. But without the bit about me feeling bitter. ??