Where to start? Where to start? Not really that much to report actually. I've had an up day and a down day since the last rant and nothing particularly major re me and Kate happened and that's really the point of this webpage you know. Although, you may have noticed already.
Couple of things happened on the way to and back from Uni yesterday though. On the way in in the morning none of the trains were delayed so I arrived in Derby early enough to walk to university. Well, walking along Kedleston Road I passed a vicar. Not particularly exciting but the Vicar smiled at me, smiled. Not only that, but she said "Mazel Tov!" Does the hat really make me look that Jewish? Not only that, but surely she's breaking some kind of commandment or something by speaking Hebrew. I was dumbfounded. Speechless. Unable to communicate my exasperation. This country...
I may have been rendered speechless but not as speechless as walking back from Uni along that road where my barbers is. I bumped into, (and believe me, I wish I could tell you her name) somebody I slept with in the first year at Uni. I thought I looked Jewish? I mean, I'm bearded. I wear a hat. I don't look like I did back then but nevertheless she managed to catch my eye and say "Duracell...?" I was stunned by the fact that somebody called me Duracell, I hadn't been called that for a long time. Then there was one of those moments of awkward silence while I try my hardest to remember who she is. Not her name, I mean, I didn't even recognise her. She was doing that urging thing with her eyes, trying to encourage me to remember but it wasn't forthcoming. She was starting to look pissed off after about 20 seconds, who wouldn't? But then I noticed that it wasn't a "This guy doesn't remember me" pissed off, it was definitely a "OH. MY. GOD. He doesn't remember me and he really fucking should." kind of pissed off. After 5 seconds of that look it finally came back to me and I think she spotted the look of recognition in my eyes. But then, she carried on looking at me, waiting for me to say something. What do you expect me to say? "I have no idea what you are called. We had sex, like, 5 years ago and you obviously didn't rock my world or else I'd probably remember what you were called. Fancy a drink?" Anyway, I hate all those people I had a one night stand with and I'm pretty sure I always made it clear in the morning. Was she expecting me to say "Oh my God! ________, I've not stopped thinking about you since that wonderful night." Yeah right, I stopped thinking about you at about 8ish, when I left. In fact, I probably stopped thinking about you during. Why couldn't it have been a one night standee like Charlie? OK, I'm not particularly wanting to see her again but at least she was a fox. And at least I remember her name.
Hey, I'm still owed that pint from everyone for Charlie. Maybe that's why I remember her name.
So anyway, I made a few polite enquiries to her health and life and quickly made my excuses and left. Weird. This isn't really a "grrrrr!" or a "boohoo", its more of a "Huh?"
Weird.
Date: 19th March 2004
Its 8 o clock and I'm drunk already. Yet another pointless Friday night on my own. I'm so fed up. Nothing to do, no-one to do anything with. Just me, the Captain (although I've just run out so I'm on to Uncle Jack next) and a computer. Why am I even writing this? Nothing new has happened really. Why aren't I feeling any better? BOLLOCKS! Even that doesn't make me feel any better. Dammit I've left my fags downstairs. Give me a minute. Is it just me or is it hot in here? Even as I type this I realise that you can't possibly answer that question because you're not here. Well. I've lost my stuffed Charizard. This is making me mad. Sorry everyone, I realise that I'm just typing bollocks but its kind of like talking to somebody doing this, it stops me from talking to myself and stuff. Or something. Don't you just hate crap TV. Not Crap TV, not late night TV that is crap and unashamed of the fact, just TV that is absolute rubbish but thinks its good. I don't even know what I've been watching today except that its smug rubbish about smug people being smug. Simpsons was rubbish too. Used to be good. I can't wait to get out of here. Still, I'll be back in Blackburn for my birthday which should be alright. Don't really know what I want to do for my Birthday yet but it'll hopefully involve, you know, company. People. I used to feel lucky about having such a wonderful group of friends but now I feel unlucky that I'm nowhere near them anynore, that I'm a bit out of the loop. I don't want to be out of the loop, I want to be so in the loop that I'm perpetually dizzy from the incessant looping. Man, I've written some crap before but that's got to be the most pointless nonsensical sentence ever. What's happening? I used to be so lucid and insightful. Its like its all got bled out of me or something. Just been playing Playstation and drinking. As good as my wrestling game is its just not a challenge anymore and that annoys me. I want to have challenging matches that appear to be just like the real thing. I even commentate on my matches. As per tradition on wrestling games, Dan is inexplicably good. Not Dan the person, the virtual representation of the communist. But even he can't give me a good match. Whitesnake! Excellent! I'm listening to a compilation CD and Whitesnake have just come on. Rock!
#And I made up my mind/I ain't wasting no more time/though I keep searching for an answer/I never seem to find what I'm looking for/Oh Lord I pray you give me strength to carry on/Cos I know what it means/to walk along the lonely street of dreams/And here I go again on my own!/Going down the only road I've ever known/Like a drifter I was born to walk alone/And I've made up my mind/I ain't wasting no more time!
I was born 20 years to late. I've got to be the only 22 year old who hears Whitesnake and literally shouts "YEEEEESSSS!!!!!" Why not though? There's nothing wrong with liking Whitesnake is there? At least I'm not going "Korn! YESSSSS!!!!" although that just shows how out of touch I am by treating Korn as a new band. Come on, no Heavy Metal band should be sponsored by Adidas. No way. If I could be arsed I'd go downstairs and get my Judas Priest albums. What's happened to music these days? There's no more "Rah!" music, its all "Rah!" lifestyles, bloody Gangsta shit. Running out of room, new page required.