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It's only semi autobiographical
Monday, September 29, 2003
Rich
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Trying to improve my artistic skills at the moment. I guess 'develop' might be a better word, as currently there are no skills to improve. I think the problem is, when I draw cartoons, I try to make them too realistic, and I'm just not a skilled enough artist to make things look real. I'm trying a new style at the moment, similar to Ian McConville's art in Mac Hall. Still suffering from overly detailed syndrome at the moment though.
Now I'm ill, and I'm going to the Library.
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Basicaly, when Diamond called me a turd and I got pissed off, she seemed genuinely taken aback, and even took a step away from me. This might not seem relevant at all, but to my recolection, I have never seen her uncertain or fazed in my life. It realy was quite ammusing at the time. I think it was probably because she's called me stuff loads of times before and I've done my usual eyebrow raised, slightly patronising thing.
(Note to self, stop doing that.)
I mean, it is funny watching people try to figure out whether you have actualy insulted them or not, but it's just not nice, plus I think it pisses my friends off.
So yeah, I reacted rather differently, and I think that worried her. Oops. Ah well, it's always good to be a little bit unpredicable.
Now I have a headache, and I'm going to Portsmouth.
Saturday, September 20, 2003
The night was very good, I had rather a lot to drink, and may have been embarasing, but hell, I didn't care! Funny, how when you've been drunk you forget things, then they come back to you when you get drunk again? State dependant recall I believe. In any case I remembered some stuff last night, it was quite shocking and scandalous.
But I forget what it was.
Said my final final goodbyes to eveyone, hugs and kisses all round, well on the female side. One of my male mates did offer me a "smack" if I hugged him, and I thought better of asking him whether he meant that in a kinky way, just in case he did.
There was a very nice girl there who shared the name of one of my friends, however had very different looks. Shame I have to leave the city realy.
Had a very interesting conversation that night too, involving some "history" 'tween me, a friend and a set of girlfriends.
Also managed to clear up a "misunderstanding" with a mate over some undefined argument. All sorted now, and I can officialy say that to my knowledge, no one hates me at the moment.
Not to say everyone likes me, that is, but just that no one feels any pressing need to hurt me in some way. Which is always a comfort.
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.
Friday, September 19, 2003
Now I'm drunk, and I'm going to bed.
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Today I had to fill out a form for University, and there was a box for "Religion." Now this caused me to pause. I am not ashamed to say that I am an atheist, but it did make me think, when this information was viewed, and someone made their first image of me, how would this influence them?
In person, anyone you meet is unwittingly bombarded with information. They see your looks, the way you say hello, whether you shake hands or not. Religion if rarely a primary piece of information, and when it is exchanged, it is so watered down by all the other factors, that it becomes irrelevant.
I am, of course, talking about my own society. In places in Northern Ireland for example, just being Catholic or Protestant in the wrong place can cause huge problems. Some religions with more obvious traits such as a head dress or Burma may also have a stronger influence, however, for simplicity sake my argument is restricted to relatively common religions, which can not be distinguished simply by sight.
So, now to someone judging a person solely on a written form. Given that all other responses are "average" how much influence does an "unusual" religion have on a person? Atheism ranks up amongst other minority beliefs, simply because compared to atheists there are so many more monotheists, polytheists, and even pantheists. People like to believe in something. Even those that don't really believe, don't go to church or the like, those who are very much in majority, tend to put umbrella terms, like "Christian" into the box.
By my reckoning "Christian" is the way to go. Non confrontational, non denominational, most people in the UK believe in Christ, heck, even I believe that Jesus existed, whether he was the son of God is another matter. Catholic is ok, but obviously, there are less Catholics than Christians, using the old Dog/Dalmation argument.
Of course, since it's just a medical form, it shouldn't matter, presumably it relates to blood transfusions and the like. It just made me think, that's all.
Now my back hurts, and I'm going to eat.
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Happily I remembered my psychology teacher's wise words on this subject, and agreed that it was probably "for the best" to call it "mutual."
I'm not going to go into the conversation because it was quite personal, an while I don't have a problem with that, I am fairly certain she would. Suffice to say I told her everything that made me want to end the relationship, she listened, commented on some of it, then we went our separate ways. Bit of a one sided conversation really, I'd have quite liked to know what she really thought of me, but couldn't get her to comment beyond the fact that she didn't really like my jeans.
On another note, I tried my hardest to keep the number of "inverted commas" in this post to a minimum, but as we all know, they are unavoidable in "relationships" discussions.
Now I'm hyper, and I'm going to Portsmouth
Sunday, September 14, 2003
So I've been distant, and she's said things along the lines of "Why are you acting differently?" "You're not yourself." And the like. I've made little to no effort to keep her reassured, and so eventualy, she asked to talk to me.
It was a phone call thing. She said she didn't know if it was worth keeping it going, what with me going away and the situation. Well, she started, I finished her sentence. Unfortunately, I am a very practical man, my relationships have left me with no illusions as to what is going to happen next, and this often means that in seeking the fastest and easiest route out, I seem cold and heartless. Since I know this, I tried my best to find out what she wanted, but twice I got frustrated with her not telling me, and simply said what I thought was the most practical way of doing things.
Basicaly, the end result is that we are still together, but we are meeting in person tomorow to talk about it. There is only one way that it's going to go I'm afraid. I gave her the option tonight,
"Either we split here and now, and I come to you tomorow to explain whats been running through my head, what went wrong, just for your sake, or we are together, and we meet tomorow to talk about whats happened to both of us, for the sake of us."
She went for the second option, after I rephrased part of it in a rather more direct manner. So thats what's happening, but in reality, it will end tomorow, I just didn't want it to be over the telephone, because that's how I left her last time. There is so much I want to say to her, but I know some of it would only come across as cruel.
More as it comes.
Now I'm tired, I'm going to bed.
I spent last night sober in Route 66. The music was truely, truely aweful, and I mean that in it's true sense, it was so bad, it inspired awe.
But that was not the worst of it, because to be fair, after I had adjusted to the tackiness, I was able to appreciate the occasional better song that came on (Brown Eyed Girl, Don't Stop Me Now.) No, what was truely scary, was that there was this girl there. I knew her from back in school, but as always you'll have to put up with a crap fake name, and in homage to the sparkly nature of the night, and the song, Diamond it is. Although I can think of carbon compounds which would perhaps be more appropriate to her personality.
After we had the initial insults out of the way, that is, she called me a turd and took the piss out of my necklace thing, and I took offence, thinking she'd called me Ted, but we sorted that out. (I took offence because myself and Ted look nothing alike at all, and if she had us mixed up I quite frankly couldnt be arsed with her.)
Anyway, after that, she talked about nothing but sex. Nothing. I mean, for the first 5 minutes it was funny, 10 minutes I thought was quite cute. After 15 I have to admit some interest, but after 30 it was a bit of a drag. By 50, one of my mates made a spirited effort to change the subject.
"So Diamond, what do you do in your other free time?"
A pause.
"I paint."
"Realy? What do you paint pictures of?"
"Myself naked! Oh, and one time this guy was round...."
And it went on from there.
Jesus, and though at the start of the night we had made it quite clear that nothing was going to happen, she didn't half come on strong. Flashed me 3 times, was in my shirt and tried to get me out of it, talked about her 5 year plan to do damn near every sexualy postion and orgy possible, and GOD there was more!
Used to fancy the girl, but now she's put me right off.
Now I'm tired, and I'm washing my car.
Friday, September 12, 2003
So again I'm restricted to writing as my only form of painless communication.
Went out last night though, which was good, even if I did waste £3 getting in somewhere, only to find my mates had all already left. But later we went to Time, which was great.
I actualy got quite emotional, not that anyone noticed, one because it's a nightclub, and two because me getting realy emotional is basicaly making a bit of a wistful face for around 3 to 4 seconds, and hugging someone when I say goodbye. Which I suppose is actualy normal practice for some people. Anyway, I felt emotional.
I mean, I'm realy not prone to this kind of thing, but we might realy never see each other again. When you leave for College etc and leave some people behind, they aren't going to be too far away, you run into them, shopping, working, clubbing. But we are being spread all across the country, and further in some cases. I just hope we all keep in touch.
Guys, I'm realy gonna miss you.
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
In case you were interested, view Muse's site, she used to babysit this teacher's children.
Now I'm ill, I'm going to go rent a video.
Muse's
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Not that it's in good nick, the front cover is present but detatched, (it had been held on by sellotape and pure faith for 6 years, both of which have since decayed and broken.) And it's severely foxed, as well as doged, badgered and slightly beared. (Apologies to Mr Pratchett) So approaching me with it, he makes some joke in my style along the lines of
"Glad to see you took such good care of this while you had it."
I replied
"Ah, but you must remember that..." I opened the Bible at a random page and began to read... "Don't hesitate to dicipline children. A good spanking won't kill them. As a matter of fact, it may save their lives."
He and the girl I was with both thought i was joking, making it up, but honestly it's in there! Proverbs 23:12 if you were interested.
It also made me realise that if ever I am short on something to say, I can always turn to the Bible for some quick humour, and its not always blasphemous either! A win-win situation.
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
On the money front, it has been brought to my attention that to date women, you need time and money, that is girls=time*money. And as we know, time is money, therefore girls=money*money or =money2.
Now we also know, money is the root of all evil, that is money=./evil` or money2=evil
Therefore girls=money2=evil. And thus, girls are evil.
Apparantly this gives my little brother licence to be nasty to any and all girls I like.
Great.
Ok, I know, I know, it's a maths joke, but at least it's one you understand, unlike this telephone error message:
"Sorry, you have dialed an imaginary number, please turn the telephone through 90o and try again."
And who can tell me how to get the degree (o) symbol on the keyboard eh?And has anyone figured out my reasoning behind Buteo
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to the police station.
Monday, September 01, 2003
Oh, and as for the clothes, furnature and stuff, well I'll think about that later, say the 29th.
But the question remains, how do I best organise my .mp3 collection, by artist? Genre? Alphabeticaly? Randomly? Shall I store them as .wav or .mp3? Do I want to use many CD's, and be able to play them on my walkman, or just one or two, and only be able to use my PC... Decisions decisions.
In other news, I tricked my brother into being pinched and punched this morning, by offering to demonstrate Sub Zero's fatality in real life. Well he is only 11.
Now I'm ill (and not whinging about it), and I'm going to do some Mortal Kombat...
