So I was listening to The Smiths on the slightly icy stroll home from the bus stop, and I kind of felt like punching Morrissey in the face. I mean, I could have changed the music, but I had just spent an hour and a half with Little Red on repeat. Plus, I loved listening to The Smiths; it was more just a need... to... punch Morrissey? I don't know. I'm currently on my *counts on fingers* 29th hour without sleeping. That's right, I have 29 fingers! BEWARE MEEE! mehh Such a stupid idea to pull an all nighter. Anyway. So when I was on the bus that I had to wait about 50 minutes for [and because it's Good Friday there is NOTHING OPEN - this is after waiting under an outdoor heater in some random café in the city for three and a half hours for the trains to start running again because Lawra got "tired" and so she and Matt pretty much ditched us without telling us, that's right, I have actually gotten ANGRY AT LAWRA for once, oh how Sarah would be proud! so we [hey look I played Coca-Cola 59 times last night. Impressive. High five!] ended up at McDonald's where we stole cleaning spray and fell asleep at this outdoor café on the table... hold on where was I going with this? Christ no wonder people think I'm on drugs] JAMES CHRYSTAL GOT ON! Didn't talk to me. That's no big news though, he's shy and I've come to terms with it. No need to push it. Although I did like his hat and he got rid of his nerdy white boy 'fro and I was tempted to ask after Alex. Anyway. So I thought "Screw you, go listen to Radio Birdman or whatever pretentious tripe you're into NOW with your weird friend Daniel and fuck your doctor girlfriend who actually calls out when I walk past.." and I got off. I mean, the next stop did happen to be my stop, so it wasn't like I was putting myself out in any way/shape/form, but I like to think he's hurting just that little bit. Oh I read something that was really funny the other day at uni. I can't remember who it was by! Hmm. Actually Lawra read it out to me. And posted it as a bulletin on MySpace, which I never log on to as she pointed out by leaving a comment calling me a faggot. Adrian nicknamed me Hobbit, fucking Adrian. Oh! Adrian from Little Red is a knob. Have you ever tried to explain to a French girl what the word "Dickwank" means?? GOD WHO GAVE MY DAD PERMISSION TO PUT ON MUSIC he totally killed Jack Johnson for me. He and my brother united, more like. Ugghhh. That and Rob. Which brings me to my next topic. The mopping! Not really about the mopping, that's a rant best saved for Saturday when I talk to Simon, alongside the whole Tess thing. Fucking Ra-Ra made me think Tess hated me, and then I went to uni and cracked the shits and Gab was freaked out because she had been the drunkest the night before and had no idea what she had said to her boyfriend, and put on the most HILARIOUS PHONE VOICE and I couldn't stop laughing so she poked me and I had to remove myself from her general area... all because of Lucy coming in and giving me a look, which was more to do with "How the fuck did you get home on Monday? Claire was so worried!!" "Um.. not sure" *freaked out look* "EILEEN!" but that was of course at work, not uni. Hold up, that wasn't even what I was trying to TALK ABOUT! Can I just say, this is how I actually talk. My stories sound like this. Pity my friends! Now I'm distracted by Facebook... *dramatic sigh* What I really wanted to say was I basically got it all out with Tian. Everything I ever wanted to say to her: done. And she wasn't drunk so she won't forget it and it was good and I do believe I have passed a milestone in my life! But I will save the mopping story for another time, I have to see how Saturday goes first! Argh that's tomorrow. My life goes to quickly. And also I'm getting cold and feeling sick so I'm going to just add that I had a bitching time at the Nevermind [don't judge me for any elements in that sentence] with Lucy and Claire and the other guys. Totally glad Tess didn't rock up when I was there. It would have awkward-ed everything. Lucy is a gun and a half. And there were pre-Nevermind tequila shots at Claire's! AND she lives just off Riversdale Road! And that, my friends, is the end of my today rant. Have a grand Good Friday, remember Jesus if you are so inclined, and for my 30th hour without sleep and with much paranoia, I may do a bit of washing and cleaning. I just have to throw out my pillow before my father catches me. [That sounds gross, it's really not. He just doesn't want me to throw it out but it has had it's day! Plus I threw up on it, I'm sorry. I really didn't need to type that.] I'm such a boozehag.