leather seats

i would actually like to do my *swear words* philosophy essay but *more swear words* lucy isn’t in to give me the sources i gave her in the first place! it’s so tempting just to go in her room and ransack it. (this isn’t the lucy i went to ikon with, by the way, this is another lucy).

lucy (nice lucy) is making pancakes tonight. hooray! she videotaped this morning to watch phil vickery show how to make the perfect batter. more hoorays!

so much for an early night last night. when i came in my telly was still on, and c4 were showing a programme called classmates, where some posh people reunited. but when i walked in one of the blokes looked exactly like morrissey, and i thought it was a documentary on him. but alas! it was not to be. but all interviews with morrissey are pretty boring now, he just sits around posing on the leather seats of his fast car spouting predictable answers.

then i watched something about a marriage break-up, then a documentary on love, then my body was pleading for sleep so i gave in and went to bed at 2:30. whoops. i’ve just slept for three hours now though, which was very very nice. i can’t think of a better day of spending the afternoon (unless someone was in there to keep me company, of course).

ratherbesleeping

March 4, 2003

I want pancakes. Like, urgently so. But we have no flour. Arse. And there’s something about afternoon sleepage that’s just fantastic. I think it’s because you know you should be doing something productive instead.. it’s forbidden sleep 😀 xxxxx

rebelwithoutaquilt

Sleeping in the afternoon is good, yes. Me and my housemates do it often. Especially if you’ve had to get up for an early lecture and are going out that night..it’s essential.

Afternoon sleeping is all part of being a student. Liking Morrissey WAS all part of being a student. . . in, like, 1980! You fop saddo! :oP

Ambrosian

Pancakes are horrible.

RYN: Good point about people rushing off and leaving meals. Also, how many people in real life go to the pub / cafe to eat when they only live two doors away? It’s madness. And how many pubs do you know where all the local residents drink, regardless of income and social status? I demand answers.

And age. Look at Coronation Street. Why would anyone under the age of 50 go in there? It’s got no jukebox, no pool table. And I don’t even think it sells alcopops.

Curiosita

I forgot all about pancakes. And I watched Eastenders. Duh, it’s just clicked.