God this has to be the most depressing week ever.
It's so cold. My circulation is terrible, I feel like a fucking OAP.
The friends are bitching about going on holiday in the summer. Why does it have to be so hard to make a plan? Why is there so much fucking conflict about it? Why is it always just bitch bitch bitch all the time? It's ridiculous. In a guilty way I won't be sorry when this year's over, school's over and all this is in the past.
I just want to go off somewhere where stuff is cheap and simple and I can see the stars. Don't really want to come back.
I'm not sleeping much, and I suspect I'm not eating enough. It's pathetic but I can't be bothered to do anything about it.
Otherwise stuff is good. Things with Hugh are good. Really good. And I have some new bands to idolise:
Ezra Furman and the Harpoons: http://www.sendspace.com/file/wei08l
And I'm sure something to look forward to will come up soon. Well, David Dondero on Monday night, that's a start. And having an old-fashioned getting wankered at Jono's this weekend. Oh and Brighton I guess, going down for a few days. And Valentine's day- second year I won't be alone, must be on a roll!
Got an interview at Warwick tomorrow. I hope I get in. But University is not making me happy. I'd prefer to travel probably but yeah, suspect I would just never come back if I did that.
Say something happy, Poppy, dammit!
I have an amazing new coat. It's brilliant, and only 50 quid in the sale. It's really beautiful, black with a bow on the back and that sounds weird but ahhhhh love it! And a new dress! Grey with red bits on and it's lovely lovely. And a red belt! I would take some pictures but I don't have a camera.
And I suppose, relatively, I'm happy enough. Yeah, I guess I am, that's a happy thought.
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