bandwagon jumpage

haven’t updated for ages (will do soon after horrible exams!) so for now here’s this:

last phrase you said: ‘cheers’. to the bus driver as I got off. i’m in this massive student house on my own at the moment and will be until sunday. It’s killing me. I haven’t had an actual conversation with someone face to face since tuesday. i’ve nearly packed up and left three times. i thought i was a natural loner but i suppose i must crave social interaction.

last song you sang: elvis presley’s ‘guitar man’. chris twat moyles decided to do an hour of ‘text in the song you want and see if they’ll play it.’ Someone asked for presley’s ‘guitar man’ and predictably moyles said ‘what’s that?’ (for a dj he knows staggeringly little about music) so they dug it out and played it. i sang the ‘we don’t need a guitar man, son’ bit and strummed my imaginary guitar in my dressing gown.

last person you hugged: claire, on monday, as she left to go to birmingham to visit her brother. god, five days since i hugged anyone! that’s terrible. claire does give good hugs though, great big bear hugs! i hate social ‘mwah mwah’ fake embraces. give me a bit of squash. i prefer cuddles to hugs though.

last thing you laughed at: my sad little life.

last time you said a curse word:i couldn’t remember, so i just said the word ‘pisswank’ out loud. so it was then.

last time you cried: over the last few days i’ve become very emotional, nearly crying at the hollyoaks trial and whatnot. i hope a don’t see another dog’s trust advert or i’ll end up sponsoring another bloody one (kenco is obviously living it up too much on my cash to write to me, not that i’m bitter..). the last time i had real tears welling up this morning when i saw an ant crawling up my cereal box of start (start is the best cereal ever), so i picked the box up, tipped it off and impulsively slammed the box down on it. i tentatively lifted it up again, only to see it having a little epileptic fit. so i slammed down the box again, and this time i’d chopped it in half! wail! i’m a beast! i felt awful.

what’s in your CD player: the yummy fur compilation. the very lovely and generous stuart reidman made it for me and sent it to me. he’s a photographer and he’s far too cool for me. http://www.stuartreidman.com (shame the band are a bit pants)

what colour socks are you wearing: black. sorry. i am wearing big white fluffy slippers though. polar bear feet.

what’s under your bed: not much, because the bed base goes right to the ground! although last time i checked there was one sock, a pen and bit of a big issue.

what time did you wake up today: i set my alarm for 7:00, with the hope of getting up early to do my long-overdue essay. i pressed ‘sleep’ too many times and ended up getting up at 9:10. oops.

where do you want to go: home. sniff. or in more general terms, i would say ‘places.’

what is your career going to be: i change my mind every ten minutes, but at the moment i want to do broadcast journalism for an ma.

how many kids do you want: er, pass. no more than two, because it’s crap being a third child (i am one).

what kind of car will you have: i really don’t give a shit. no wait! a green mini like mr bean. yeh heh heh.

current taste: of what? clothes? men? in my mouth? of honey?

current hair: big hair, because i gave my mum her ghds back, so it’s back to the blow drying..

current clothes: slippers, pink knickers, black socks, jeans, black top, purple jumper. nothing spectacular.

current annoyance: huge amount of essay work and exam revision (if i document how much i have to do now i’ll only give myself a panic attack, so i won’t bother).

current longing: company.

current desktop picture: on my laptop, it’s of a ladybird. at work, it’s a cartoon drawing of the smith’s.

current worry: ohmygodi’mgoingtofailallmyexamsandfailmyessays

current hate: ants. in my kitchen. get out or be killed (then i’ll cry).

favourite physical feature of the opposite sex: the fun one!

least favourite place: young conservatives talk. if you are a young conservative you might as well be dead. ‘hey, let’s keep everything as it is.’ fucking weirdos.

time you wake up in the morning: dependent on work/seminars/days off. average is about 7:30.

if you could play any instrument, what would it be: bass guitar. then i would be a sexy biatch.

favourite book: just read the first two books of ‘hitchhikers guide to the galaxy; which were fabulous, although the third one is currently wrecking my dreams. i loved ‘on liberty’ by j.s mill but i’ve changed my mind a bit since i last read that!

favourite season: spring, closely followed by the depths of winter. staying in and keeping warm whilst it rains outside whilst you are snug. mmm.

one person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: i’d like to talk to nicola, my old best friend from school. but we don’t really have anything in common anymore. all the cool members of my family died before i was born, which is a shame.

favourite day: oh, saturday!

type a line you remember from any book: “she threw the rose into the road, where it fell into a puddle, and a cart ran over it.” that’s from the nightingale and the rose by oscar wilde in his collection of short stories. oh god. i cried when i read that line. reading it is akin to being stabbed in the heart with an ice pick.

a random lyric: “i’m claiming for/the love that you have stolen/i’m claiming for/the heart that you have broken/i’m claiming for/the fire that you have started/but i’m not sure/if all of these are covered.” (probably one of the best investments i ever made, the farmer’s boys.)

more soon.

musical sock x