seven different flavours

Monday; October 4, 1999

I was playing Pokemon with Simon last night (suprise suprise) and watching Juice TV, when I just started crying. Okay, well actually, I didn’t ‘just’ start crying – Placebo’s new clip, “Without you I’m nothing” came on, which is one of my favourite songs ever – even if I do prefer it without David Bowie, and the video clip was of them live in concert. Maybe it was the drinkies, or maybe it’s just cos I’m a big sook, but yeah, I started to cry. Then ‘Deb’s Night Out’ was on and that’s kinda sad too, which didn’t help. Oh yeah AND Si won the rest of the very subdued game, which sucks as well. But then he did give me a nice big really superlong hug, so that’s okay.

Where’d I been drinking? At the Classic. Following a discussion with Kate M in Digi Com, I guilt-tripped Brad into inviting us to come and watch his gig. Apparently, he doesn’t invite anyone because he doesn’t think they’d be interested, while we never invite ourselves cos we think that he doesn’t want us there. And we call ourselves communication students. Of a UNIVERSITY now apparently, and all. But that’s a whole different kettle of fish.

So yes, me and Si and Clayton and Gavvie went to the Classic to meet up with Kate M, and watch the show. It was very amusing. Clayt got mocked by the chick host who called him Fluff, and called Kate a stalker. Another comedian mocked Si’s piercings, and yet another one said that he looked like the sort of person who’d be single. I didn’t get mocked. However, I did get chocolate vodka. And hazelnut & vanilla vodka too. Which is always a good thing.

I’d been sulking in Digi Com class cos Hoar told that I couldn’t do a creative essay for my assignment. Then on the bus coming home, I got floods of inspiration, and now I’m really looking forward to working on my assignment, turning my feminism essay into a fascinating web site.

Yay that.

I just wish that I knew desktop publishing. I spent the day in a computer lab in Commerce House, on the slowest machines in the world cos they were the only ones we could find that had Publisher on them. I tried Freehand, but figured that I couldn’t teach myself it AND do our newspaper page in a couple of hours. So it had to be Publisher. We didn’t need anything that looked that flash anyways.

I really should stop collecting quotes. One day.

I went to see American Pie tonight with Brad and Kate M. I’m begining to think that Kate wasn’t kidding when she said they were planning on using me to spice up their relationship. When Brad was taking me home a different way tonight, I realised he was trying to kidnap me. He said he was in cahoots with ‘that bible guy’, and had spent the past year and 8 months trying to work his way into my flat to get revenge. You know how criminals always reveal their cunning plans, because they think they’re so goddam fucking smart? Well, I fucked his shit up right then and there. Yeah man!

This afternoon while parked in front of Juice, where we seem to live these days, Brad and I composed lists for our Bradwarming/Halloween/Simon’s Birthday combined partAy. I wrote boring lists of decorations and stuff, while Brad wrote out our guestlists. I’d scan it, but Simon’s not happy with that idea, since we suggested a few people he’d rather not have in his friend sub-section. However, rest assured that it was a very comprehensive list. If you think chances are I’ve forgotten you, better email me and let me know. At this stage, we’re wanting Robbie Williams to perform for us. We figure if we asked nice enough, he might.

What else did I do today? Played Pokemon, again. As in, the card game. Simon taught me how to play it last night, and then kept me up till 3am. I think I have a problem. I swore I wouldn’t play it tonight, but….. I’m going to proposition Simon now.


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