jayseven

Lol. This could be so many people :P

It's hard to say this without making it seem harsh. If it does, then just read it again and replace 'you' with 'he' and pretend you're a psychiatrist. I think you still creeped her out. IF she was feeling awkward then it's no impression on the way she feels about you -- i mean she likes you as a friend and she just needs those "five minutes" to scrub her mental hands clean; really she's just worried she'll offend/upset you, hence the pleasantries. You practically interrogated her before she left, by a stream of questions that she felt she HAD to answer. You established with her a firm time/date/place to which she will HAVE to see you again, and insinuated that by then she had better sort herself out and either go back to normal or go out with you. (I have a problem with the word 'comfort', I have discovered.) Personally, I've never had the guts to do what you did. Asking a girl out is a huge thing; a huge scary thing that is scary and scares me because it is scary. And is huge. So massive respect for that. I would probably end up accidentally bumping into her or hitting her or knocking her books out of her hands or offend someone standing near-by that she actually knows blah blah blah. Girls are made of win and sex.

Some really, really interesting things said in this thread that would surely be worthy of a new thread altogether. You're all mad.

Dear internet, To all wannabe socialist vampires, So my ex. The entire love affair was like something out of a child-evacuee's memoirs. That's a little extreem, sure... but basically our love grew because of the distance from each other. We were home to one another, and spending the worse parts of each month hundreds of miles apart just catalysed those feelings, and tied our love to the perpeptual empty shadow of absence... So, uh, basically I think I love her more when she's not here. Heh. When she's far away the love is fuzzy and perfect like an image through a pair of binoculars; a garden fence, perhaps; disattached to your reality yet so clearly physical. Your mind seeks and focuses on translating what you see, in believing that it is real. But when you walk up to the fence you were looking at, you see the cobwebs and the bird shit, you see the cracks and the rot in the wood and the frail and unfed weeds straddling ignored, too far away from a lawn-mower's blade to match up to the perfection you saw before. Fucksakemo. Got home at 5am after going to wetherspoons for a bunch of double sailor Jerry's and some conversations with strangers. Smoking areas... man they make smoking worthwhile. We had an hour-long intense conversation with three people about sheffield, vinyl, raves, drugs, beaches, construction, dubai, reggae, dub-step, unemployment butchers and people... and we never even exchanged names. It's like Omegle, but IN REAL LIFE! Guys, c'mon, how awesome is that? Fuck the internet and its repetitive stress injuries, fuck anonymous and its insomniac-autistical daylightaphobic alcoholism -- take up smoking and you can talk about random interesting things to people you never have and never will see again. Outside. In The Real. These two points -- the binoculars and the Omegle -- they share a common notion, too. There is something about human contact that will never be replicated by the internet. Falling in love with the distant, unreal entity that is your computer fuckin' monitor only leads to a sort of pathological entropy. Does nobody find it odd how the internet is where people insult the real world, when the real world is rapidly becoming the minority of the two realms? That's... realityism! That's making us need to come up with a whole new fuckin word for reality - IRL! It's like invading another contry just because your 'people' want to be recognised as their own separate nation by taking the name of the country they have invaded and keeping it as their own. Aren't books really pretentious? I mean the biggest fucking twist of the whole story (and this is so true) is that the story was not written to you but only to those wee names on that page after the title. "To my love". And it wasn't written for you either. No. It was written for the dead, and maybe for death itself. You have to be a poet to be a good writer. But which trade is the one at the far end of the binoculars?

Half the cast aren't at that party! :P Can someone remind me what happened to the other guys who 'stayed on the island' like Rose and Claire? Am I forgetting something...

Frakking heck! that's insane! My goalkeeper was having a phenomenal game; skill of 10 for that match! It was definitely a close game, and I'm a bit narked at my forward getting sent off stupidly at the end, there. Next up are the double-headers! Moogle's been scoring heavily when he's been winning, and his team is actually rather scary. I need points badly, but the first game out of the two I've got to rejig my team a bit, and do some praying! The lower league is showing some signs of disrepair. I think it's clear who is still setting tactics now...

Yeah I took it upon myself to do all that but I didn't stay on top of a list of people DEFINITELY wanting to stay, and right now I can't afford to book the hostel for even just me, let alone a whole bunch of people.

Maase. Why no smiles?

Well the episode was very much focused on teh role of the father, so i guess it showed that Miles thinks a father ought to care for their son?

Sure, it was filler, and sure, I'd guessed Miles was that dude's kid absolutely ages ago, but it still played out alright. Perhaps sowing a tiny seed for another background story? Ho hum.

Sooo... who wants to step the fuck up and be in charge of booking the hostel?

Well, had the ex over the last couple of days. Emotional playground, to say the least... Well, actually that's the most I'm going to say on the matter. Since sunday I've had only £5! Eaten well, but only had a total of 4 cigarettes teh entire time my ex was here, which makes it 5 since monday (not had one yet today). Been awake in the MORNINGS four days in a row, too. But... but now I have 6 days to write 10,000 words. Lol. Life sucks etc. Well anyway - I found some cheques from my nan and pop from xmas/birthday, so hopefully by saturday I'll have £50 in my account. Tonight = pub for a drink, then hopefully some spliffs and chilled out TV/movie watching/note taking. I return to my lack of motivation, and knotted walks. Man, I started out reading that post so damn JEALOUS, but ended it feeling really sad I would've loved to have seen them doing that play... man... WRONG WRONG WRONG. Waiting for Godot is a charm of a play. You are wrong. :P

My default sandwich is cheese, ham, mayo, mustard, chili peppers, salad, spring onion. Bonus contents; sundried tomatoes, whatever other type of meat I can find, and maybe a drop of pesto for the salad. I've recently had some really, really awesome salads - salad, shredded beetroot, chilis, spring onion, pickled onion, cherry tomatoes, balsamic vinegar, goats cheese, chili-olive oil, bundled in some pitta bread with a chopped-up bean burger = a vegetarian supreeem sandwich. I did make a sandwich thread ages ago where I had a plan to make an awesome baguette that would contain breakfast, lunch and dinner that I could eat through the day... Still got to do that!

The Ghostbusters movies are pure 90s nostalgia, on par with The Goonies for cultural relevance There's a certain kitsch element to them now, but it's hard for anyone who grew up with them to be able to view them objectively. Basically; I'd be surprised if you rated them highly!

I was expecting to lose heavily, so only hving a 1-0 loss to Oddy was quite comforting I had no money to reward my players with, so they played well amongst themselves. Still; in the relegation zone! My next four matches are against gaggle and moogle - a good run will stamp them down and raise me up, so there's still hope. Paj; every season people stop playing and quit without saying a word, so it's nice of you to at least say that you're losing interest. You gave it a decent try for the first few matches, and actually did quite well. The lower league is mostly full of new players so it was always going to be down to those who set their tactics most, really. If you're not feeling it then don't worry too much.

I'm too blind to play football. I'll be the ref!

This is the second day in a row that I'm here to see the morning out. I feel rushed and panicky. Wish me luck.

Killthenet; I've just bought a couple of Phillip K Dick thingums... I think he was more a man of ideas than a man of able delivery. But what he stood for? I'm guessing that's the angle you're hooked on; then fair enough. Just a wonder; is Bill Hicks too blatant for you?

Alcohol This Girl mewithoutYou My 'wavelength' friends drugs sleep Watching an entire season of a TV show in one go Sporadic adventures (so far)

Caprica pilot is out!! ... But my shoddy net connection won't let me stream it. Come morning it'll be torrentable... so yeah! WOOO!

I'll X-Files myself up in a couple of weeks, methinks ^_^ Ash... Er... I think I'm in 'relax' mode all the time. How does one get into the opposite frame of mind?

In my first year at uni a creative writing tutor was firm in his belief that most people were most creative either just before going to bed or just after waking up. Personally, I'd say I'm most creative when I'm on a drug of some sort :P Most productive when I'm 12 hours away from a deadline... but my best work is done at about 3am when the world is dead and time is jelly. But this is all based upon the assumption that 'work' actually ever happens. Oh, and I agree with Paj; Coolness that work ethic is utterly bonkers.

Haha! Lawls :P Well then thank you, Ashley I apologise for not eating it when I was supposed to. I am extremely tempted to use it for sex bribery. Did anyone get a kinder egg easter egg?