homepride man

this entry and the next are a week or so old, due to free open diary’s general shiteness

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it’s about time i wrote again in here! this week was the week i was dreading – exam week. well, i only had two exams, so i’m a bit of a drama queen really. they were.. alright. the questions were pretty harsh though – the questions that they said they’d give out were completely different to the questions that they actually gave out. but no matter. it’s over now.

but a word of caution, similar to the sagely words of advice that trisha gives out – ‘never go to the supermarket when you’re hungry’, please, dear god, never go to a city centre when you’ve just finished your exams. especially on your own. mark my words, you’ll live to regret it.

i ended up spending £80 that i just haven’t got.. whimper. but let’s not worry. if i don’t eat for a week it’ll all even out. let me recap on the utter nonsensical crap that i bought..

pulp:hits dvd
the very best of the stone roses
john hegley – these were your father’s
alan bennet – the complete talking heads
venus ladyshavers
nail buffer (god, why?)
nail varnish
lush fresh face mask
lush ‘silky underwear’ talc
various stationery

all the while i was thinking ‘hey, i’m worth it! i deserve it! i’ve done all this work, i ought to splash out…’ oh well.

i ended up spending about thirty quid on drink that night too. i’d only had two drinks in two and a half weeks and my liver was wondering why its cirrhosis was easing up. it was a bizarre night. we ended up talking to one of lucy cocker’s mates from philosophy, and during our discussion of hard drugs he told us that he’d taken quite a lot of ketamine whilst he was in india. we went to another bar soon after that.

i was desperate to get pissed after the three hour exam and immense shopping guilt, so i put on a little show in old orleans where we strolled in, i ordered three tequilas, promptly necked them all one by one and left. i don’t think there’s anything particulary special or admirable about this, but lucy and claire were intent on gathering a little crowd around saying ‘everyone, watch this!’ and then introducing me to people they met with ‘this girl has had a load of drink and then necked three tequilas in a row! wah? so then i decided to really give them something to talk about and necked three vodkas in a row. mweheheh. i know – it’s not big and it’s not clever. the night was a swarm of colour and the only bits i can remember are stills which i recovered from my mind the next day. things like having a group hug with the people next door and a girl coming up and asking me how my politics exams went, with me thinking ‘who are you and how do you know what i do?’. but i didn’t fall over and i wasn’t sick so it wasn’t all that bad.

i paid for it the next day though, i tells ya.

this weekend has consisted mostly of me playing pool and doing my laundry. oh, and watching the pulp:hits dvd too many times. i love it though. i showed tony a few of the videos and we were watching ‘babies (original)’ and he said ‘hey – that’s exactly how you dance! i only thought it was you who danced like that!’ *blush*

incidentally, at the start of the ‘babies (original)’ version there is a shot of a plastic retro homepride man – the very same homepride man that sits with pride (hur hur) on my shelf. my grandma gave it to me about ten years ago and she’d had it forever. it kicks arse.

altogether now..

well it happened years ago, when you lived on stanhope road
we listened to your sister, when you came from school
‘cos she was two years older and she had boys in her room
i listened outside, and i heard her, all right..