Or something to that end...- Reading: The Queen of the Damned - Anne Rice, The Necronomicon - H. P. Lovecraft.
Yawn, yet again I'm up far too late and my plan to get back into a rhythm of early nights has been shot to shit. Despite the weather, which has been grim pretty much since sun-up, and feeling like a drawn out piece of elastic, I really enjoyed today.
So I spent another day with the guy on the receiving end of most of my flirtations, texts and msn smileys. An 11 o'clock screening of Transformers II followed by coffee and a trip to a thermostat-happy River Island. A few awkward silences aside (which I hope aren't bothering him!) I'm finding myself in that really nice second date frame of mind and constantly wanting to see more of him. His texts and emoticons seem to reflect something similar.
Caught off-guard by a girl handing out flyers on the street, I take one, she compliments me on my jeans I smile - thanking her, turn to walk away and I walk straight into an unhelpfully short old woman and her entourage, crushing her toe under my size 10 boots. I was mortified! Repeating how very sorry I was, me and handsome escaped for coffee. We joke about it for the rest of the afternoon. Not altogether that funny when you think about it, but it did help to sweep away the dark cloud of mega-cringe a little.
People with umberellas pose a real threat to people's eyes.
I went to the gym yesterday with my friend for the first time in a good while - the fitness feeling died out around about the same time as the exam depression took root. Once we'd moved past more awkwardness of having someone in the year below me give the obligatory, common sense induction, we actually had an enjoyable hour and a half of sweat.
I'm going to see how long our Monday/Friday plan lasts. "Cynic? Me? Noo!" We might just surprise ourselves. Being back home from uni for little more than a couple of weeks, adventure hasn't really been braying down the door.
And the drudgery of trying putting my room into some state of order continues. Which is depressing since there are things lying about now that I vowed to attend to last week - and maybe the week before ... Gah!
And pass-or-fail-day looms ever closer. 4 days now. Or is it 3?
There's a couple of other things which aren't really that important. Like how two copies of Daisy Miller arrived in the post for me the other day.
