Need something better than running away...

I still keep gettting emails from the Australian visa board thang about moving there one day. Think that's safe to say it's not in any of my plans anymore.

I guess India for 2 weeks won't be bad as I thought, I'll be missing loads of uni work but I guess a break from people in general (yes, there will also be people in India, but I don't have to interact with them) will be beneficial.

I started a 'thing' with a few of the girls in my course today. The two I live with aren't worth mentioning but I guess I have/want to. There's another girl, from london who does the stupid feign stupidity thing. And for some reason everyone on my course is completely stuck up and 'can't abide the stupid ones' though they aint no einsteins themselves. Everytime this one girl says something everyone will groan or laugh, even when she makes a valid comment.

Today was over the top, she didn't say anything and people treated her like crap. For a year I've been defending her, while the two girls I live with say, "yeah but it's funny to laugh at her, shes an idiot."
Today, one of them turns to me and half the class and puts on this virgin mary act 'iy fink it's sooo unfarre how evrywon treets 'er lyk thadt' then spewed out some other crap. I probably shouldn't have to save myself the energy, but rolling my eyes I turned round to her and basically told her she was a hypocritical idiot and to just stop talking now.

This 'erruption' meant everyone came up to me and apoligised (wts?) Then they all got on to the 'politics' behind our journalism year. I just sat in the corner and ate some crap that was lying round the bottom of my bag.

I'd like to run away really...

things i want to do before i die

Ride a bike
Go fishing
Go to thailand (probably the most realistic so far)
Eat lobster
Have one of those fights with someone other than a sibling where you punch them (or get punched) right in the eye and it's dramatic and you fall backwards
Find a cure for not getting old...but not necessarily living forever.


none of those bungee jump, stuff 50 grapes in my mouth things carpe diem crap. Even though the grapes wouldn't really come under carpe diem, i just would like some grapes now. Preferably 50, in my mouth, at the same time.

That's all, I'm freaking hungry and watching my money situation. I've got a job, in a fish place, Im a hostess, it's alright I don't touch food don't serve customers, just smile.
Oh man, it's hell.

Electrify

I probably shouldnt really say on this that Im home.
O well too late to do anything about it and not sure why.
I miss a lot of things

Homecoming

The spiders haven't been as bad since I've ranted about them. I did kill one today though. Took a piece of paper and taped it to another piece then attached that to a leaflet then attached that to a book and then squashed it. It was tiny, but it was one of those ones you know doesn't give up the fight very easily, so I had to hold it down for a while. Im sure it made a noise.
So anyway, came home today. Spent half the day faffing around, waiting for a package. The notice told me they'd redeliver it, but also said it had been dropped off at "squiggle." A lot of things made me angry yesterday including that, which meant I had two friends round and we all talked a lot and now I have no voice, and it hurts.
Oh and Im meant to be at Fabric now, people suck. You all suck. Especially the Olaves, they were meant to come with me.
Anyway so yes package. Everyone left the house. My flatmates had this weird argument for people who aren't lesbians and as I walked upstairs I saw their pictures in frames smashed around the house. Odd.
Because I didnt know where and when the stupid package would be coming, I couldnt have a shower, so I tried cleaning my room. This resulted in just killing that one spider and looking for more. I found 2 and they were too big to go close to. I then put on music and drew and stuck my ramblings all over the walls.
Then I danced.
Then some guy came knocking and it was my package. A big hefty mother politics book too. I pretended to leaf through it just for the pleasure of my reflection.
Man, Im bored.
Anyway so hours and hours of jumping and exercing round my room later I was powerwalking through Farnham with wildly curly hair trying to catch a train. I missed the train. Then I got on another one and like a geek took my laptop out and started writing a story out for homework.(that im quite proud of for the first time) Got to Brookwood and the army boys came on. Hilarious. One of them does a perfect George Bush impression. No offense to army doolahs but these two were quite intelligent too.
I (and everyone else) listened to their conversations for the whole hour. The whole time I was biting on my lip so I wouldnt talk to them and ask them if I could write about them/record them/use them for something/take their address so they could write me interesting army stories.
It was a shame. Thats about it. I got home and my brother had collapsed on our sofa, so i half hugged him then talked to him about careers and law and presents and crap. Then we bonded and watched spooks and laughed and let them have cake.
I want to watch old school, i think it started 10 minutes ago, shee ya
oh yeah i went to bromley and it was fine a bit weird but really good then i got on a bus and a guy threw up and nearly got it on me. I tried so hard not to breathe it in. Then some chavs got on and i advised them not to go in the back and they were well nice
i missed chavs actually