Darkschunt 
Saturday, May 20, 2006
She is able to love unconditionally. And that is the greatest gift of all.
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Sunday, May 14, 2006
I'm typing this on the Lost Smoker's computer because Love Actually doesn't start for another hour and a half and I have nothing else to do in this flat and because the Lost Smoker is not in but he never locks his door so i basically just went in and turned on his pc. *smiles angelically*
Last weekend was *sexpo* weekend. Basically, there's this sex exhibition thing that happens every year. It has stuff like lingerie on sale, lingerie modelling shows, amateurs stripping, professional stripping, adultshop stuff for sale, porn mags and dvds, and, um, bidets, jacuzzis, fortune tellers and skydiving.
Anyway, it's come around again, so I went to see it on Friday night with the Duchess and Mystery Wolf and then on Saturday with the Gutter Philosopher, The Tall One, "Motherfucker!" and a couple of the Swedish Boys. The people who saw me there on both nights must think I'm a real perv *chuckles*
As it turns out anyway, the Gutter Philosopher and I ended up buying loads of things and leaving the exhibition with tons of bags, more than practically anyone else, and looking like total sex maniacs *heehee*. The Duchess bought quite a few things too!
Last night Mystery Wolf and I headed out to P & V for a night of clubbing. I met like a zillion people that night in the clubs! We were hanging around the lower bar, and I met people. We were hanging around the upper bar, and I met people. We went back down to the lower bar and I met some Jamaican guy who wanted to take "me and my friend back to his apartment to chill out". Uh, no thanks. Then I met a couple of girls, one of them was pretty much high and hiding under one of the bar tables from a guy, and she pulled me down there so I just crouched down and hid with her for a few minutes. And there was also this horribly sleazy old man who was trying to chat me up while I was having a drink and watching people dance. When I don't pay any attention to him, he tries to lick my ear! EWWWW! Needless to say, I was out of there pronto. Oh, it was so gross, so gross. Then I went outside to try and bum a cigarette off someone, and I met this quiet, unassuming guy who "doesn't dance but can play the drums and the guitar." It makes me wonder, if you had to choose between having the ability to dance and having the ability to play the drums and the guitar, but you couldn't have both, and you would be stuck with that choice for the rest of your life, which would you pick? We must introduce him to the Dancing Queen, she'd make a dancer out of him ;)
Then I went into the bathroom and met people - well, I met this really nice, albeit completely exhausted, chick and she introduced me to all her friends (who had really awesome clothes, like wide-bottom black pants and a silky sort of striped top, or big black boots with a knee-length black skirt and cool red top that has a band that goes around the neck) and I danced with them while Mystery Wolf was dancing with this Swiss guy that I had passed on to her (he was trying to get a hold of me until I revealed the fact that I had a boyfriend and I think he got kind of bitchy on me after that). We didn't head home until about sevenish and I'm telling you, we were wrecked. It's been ages since either of us have been out clubbing, and I keep wondering, am I getting old? I used to be able to club all night and still not be tired. Now, three or four is a good time for me to stop. Two is even okay at times. Oh, no! This can't be happening! Lol.
I climbed six flights of steps in the uni library the other day. Six. I was out of breath by the fifth. My legs were trembling. I walked down two flights to the fourth floor. Then I took the lift.
Yep, I pretty much had my exercise for the week. After this - glorious hours of sitting on the couch, watching Love Actually and X-Men 2. Beautiful.
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Last weekend was *sexpo* weekend. Basically, there's this sex exhibition thing that happens every year. It has stuff like lingerie on sale, lingerie modelling shows, amateurs stripping, professional stripping, adultshop stuff for sale, porn mags and dvds, and, um, bidets, jacuzzis, fortune tellers and skydiving.
Anyway, it's come around again, so I went to see it on Friday night with the Duchess and Mystery Wolf and then on Saturday with the Gutter Philosopher, The Tall One, "Motherfucker!" and a couple of the Swedish Boys. The people who saw me there on both nights must think I'm a real perv *chuckles*
As it turns out anyway, the Gutter Philosopher and I ended up buying loads of things and leaving the exhibition with tons of bags, more than practically anyone else, and looking like total sex maniacs *heehee*. The Duchess bought quite a few things too!
Last night Mystery Wolf and I headed out to P & V for a night of clubbing. I met like a zillion people that night in the clubs! We were hanging around the lower bar, and I met people. We were hanging around the upper bar, and I met people. We went back down to the lower bar and I met some Jamaican guy who wanted to take "me and my friend back to his apartment to chill out". Uh, no thanks. Then I met a couple of girls, one of them was pretty much high and hiding under one of the bar tables from a guy, and she pulled me down there so I just crouched down and hid with her for a few minutes. And there was also this horribly sleazy old man who was trying to chat me up while I was having a drink and watching people dance. When I don't pay any attention to him, he tries to lick my ear! EWWWW! Needless to say, I was out of there pronto. Oh, it was so gross, so gross. Then I went outside to try and bum a cigarette off someone, and I met this quiet, unassuming guy who "doesn't dance but can play the drums and the guitar." It makes me wonder, if you had to choose between having the ability to dance and having the ability to play the drums and the guitar, but you couldn't have both, and you would be stuck with that choice for the rest of your life, which would you pick? We must introduce him to the Dancing Queen, she'd make a dancer out of him ;)
Then I went into the bathroom and met people - well, I met this really nice, albeit completely exhausted, chick and she introduced me to all her friends (who had really awesome clothes, like wide-bottom black pants and a silky sort of striped top, or big black boots with a knee-length black skirt and cool red top that has a band that goes around the neck) and I danced with them while Mystery Wolf was dancing with this Swiss guy that I had passed on to her (he was trying to get a hold of me until I revealed the fact that I had a boyfriend and I think he got kind of bitchy on me after that). We didn't head home until about sevenish and I'm telling you, we were wrecked. It's been ages since either of us have been out clubbing, and I keep wondering, am I getting old? I used to be able to club all night and still not be tired. Now, three or four is a good time for me to stop. Two is even okay at times. Oh, no! This can't be happening! Lol.
I climbed six flights of steps in the uni library the other day. Six. I was out of breath by the fifth. My legs were trembling. I walked down two flights to the fourth floor. Then I took the lift.
Yep, I pretty much had my exercise for the week. After this - glorious hours of sitting on the couch, watching Love Actually and X-Men 2. Beautiful.
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Monday, May 01, 2006
Today was Asshole Day
It was terrible...just this morning alone, I met so many assholes...it was like Asshole Day today and someone had let them all loose...
I'm features editor for the next issue of our uni paper so I had to wake up early today and get my ass over to uni and find out where all the feature writing classes were so I could get all the students to put down their story ideas and sources. Another guy was suppose to be doing this with me but I couldn't get hold of him over the weekend and by the time he got back to me today, my phone battery had conked out on me so we totally lost sight of one another. No, he's not the asshole, those are yet to come.
So anyway I was running back and forth between two feature writing classes. One of them was fine, nice people, really sweet, but the other one had these two GRADE-A ASSHOLES sitting at the back of the class. I'm going to each of the students, getting down their story ideas and sources, and all the girls are lovely, really nice and sweet. But these two guys absolutely refused to explain their story ideas to me or even write down their sources. One of them just writes "cyclones" and draws a little whirlwind while the other thinks he's being really artistic by writing his name down in big block letters. And there I am, trying to get them to write down their ideas and sources properly and they're just giving me so much shit and going "Why? Why do we have to do this? We've already handed our articles in today so why should we explain it to you?" And i'm just like, "Because i don't get your articles until tomorrow and i have to present your story ideas to my own class today! so just write down your damn sources, fool!"
And there was this other guy who also kept giving me shit and asking in aggressive tones why he should write down the story ideas. Well, buster, just do as you're told and keep your mouth shut.
Eurghhh. Anyway, I finally get the story ideas and sources, and go over to the newsroom to go through their articles and make some sense out of the crap they gave me.
On the way there, I pass this HORRIBLY UGLY MONKEY in the university parking lot. He was crass and ugly and had terrible gelled back hair and an earring and was driving what he obviously thought was a flashy cool convertible, but frankly, it was just too OTT and the ugliest shade of blue I've ever seen. And he was driving slowly and revving his engine as loudly as he could and he gives me this really smug "you think I'm hot, don't you" look and winks at me and I nearly screamed and tore my hair out but I just gave him this look of abject horror and disgust and walked off, while he continues revving his engine behind me.
And when I finally get to the newsroom and looked through the articles, what do you know, the Grade-A assholes who were sitting at the back of the class haven't even handed up their articles yet! They were definitely not in the pile in their assignment box. Biatches!
Really, there were just too many assholes today. This is what I get for waking up so early, or so the Lost Smoker aka Prince Valium tells me today as I complain to him. All I can say is, there better not be any more assholes when I venture out for my three o'clock class later or...I don't know...I might just get arrested on the six o'clock news for killing an asshole.
So if you see an article in tomorrow's paper with the headline "GIRL KILLS ASSHOLE" - you'll know that was me!
Right - off to lunch now! Ciao!
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It was terrible...just this morning alone, I met so many assholes...it was like Asshole Day today and someone had let them all loose...
I'm features editor for the next issue of our uni paper so I had to wake up early today and get my ass over to uni and find out where all the feature writing classes were so I could get all the students to put down their story ideas and sources. Another guy was suppose to be doing this with me but I couldn't get hold of him over the weekend and by the time he got back to me today, my phone battery had conked out on me so we totally lost sight of one another. No, he's not the asshole, those are yet to come.
So anyway I was running back and forth between two feature writing classes. One of them was fine, nice people, really sweet, but the other one had these two GRADE-A ASSHOLES sitting at the back of the class. I'm going to each of the students, getting down their story ideas and sources, and all the girls are lovely, really nice and sweet. But these two guys absolutely refused to explain their story ideas to me or even write down their sources. One of them just writes "cyclones" and draws a little whirlwind while the other thinks he's being really artistic by writing his name down in big block letters. And there I am, trying to get them to write down their ideas and sources properly and they're just giving me so much shit and going "Why? Why do we have to do this? We've already handed our articles in today so why should we explain it to you?" And i'm just like, "Because i don't get your articles until tomorrow and i have to present your story ideas to my own class today! so just write down your damn sources, fool!"
And there was this other guy who also kept giving me shit and asking in aggressive tones why he should write down the story ideas. Well, buster, just do as you're told and keep your mouth shut.
Eurghhh. Anyway, I finally get the story ideas and sources, and go over to the newsroom to go through their articles and make some sense out of the crap they gave me.
On the way there, I pass this HORRIBLY UGLY MONKEY in the university parking lot. He was crass and ugly and had terrible gelled back hair and an earring and was driving what he obviously thought was a flashy cool convertible, but frankly, it was just too OTT and the ugliest shade of blue I've ever seen. And he was driving slowly and revving his engine as loudly as he could and he gives me this really smug "you think I'm hot, don't you" look and winks at me and I nearly screamed and tore my hair out but I just gave him this look of abject horror and disgust and walked off, while he continues revving his engine behind me.
And when I finally get to the newsroom and looked through the articles, what do you know, the Grade-A assholes who were sitting at the back of the class haven't even handed up their articles yet! They were definitely not in the pile in their assignment box. Biatches!
Really, there were just too many assholes today. This is what I get for waking up so early, or so the Lost Smoker aka Prince Valium tells me today as I complain to him. All I can say is, there better not be any more assholes when I venture out for my three o'clock class later or...I don't know...I might just get arrested on the six o'clock news for killing an asshole.
So if you see an article in tomorrow's paper with the headline "GIRL KILLS ASSHOLE" - you'll know that was me!
Right - off to lunch now! Ciao!
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