Wierd assed, fucked up weekend. in OD

  • Feb. 11, 2002, midnight
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I may as well continue where I left off before.

Thursday (night): Went to see Brotherhood Of The Wolf. Expect a review once I have got round to reviewing Run Lola Run. Good film though.

Friday: Seminar, wonder round town, home. Phone mum. Get her to send down my personal stereo (aka the missing part of me). Cut and coloured hair. *Interesting thing here. One of my housemates asked me if I was dying. My response? Not unless there is something the doctor is not telling me. Well, how could I resist?* Texted friends girlfriend, gave her my address. She is going to send down a copy of the White Stripes album for me. Went to Interlink party. Afterwards copied Know Your Enemy for a friend. She also agreed to go see Romeo + Juliet on Sunday with me and a few other people.

Saturday: Basically did nothing. Lazy night watching Pop Idol (I’m glad Will won, pleased that Gareth did so well (as I predicted from the first time i heard him sing) but will still not be buying their stuff). Did some cross stitch. Bit boring really.

Sunday: Messed about on-line. Went to see Romeo + Juliet. Got handed back Manics copy, chewed up. Watched film. Better on the big screen than on protable telly. Plan to review that as well. Aslo realised it is the only non-subtitled film I saw this week (out of three films. I’m just so damned cultured). Went to the pub afterwards. Bumped into Helen.

You ready?

This is good news.

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She has dumped asshole boyfriends loser ass!

:¬):¬):¬):¬):¬):¬):¬):¬):¬)

Apparently she was talking to someone Thursday night and she realised she was not happy. So she dumped him at the weekend.

WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Now all I have to do is be the best friend I can be, bide my time and hope she falls for me.

I am in such a good damned mood, nothing can spoil it.

Go on. I dares ya.

Try and ruin my mood.

It cannot be done.

Will


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