My posts haven't been particularly cheery of late, for which i apologise, profusely, for.
I seem to have abused you as i would diary. But i needed an outlet. So i thank you for your patience while i went off at the deep end.
I'm currently alternating revision with reading girly trash and other means of procrastination. Such as alphabetising my record collection, or clearing out my wardrobe. Or blogging so it would seem.
Infact i've spent the last half hour with my attention divided between the socio-cultural approach to development and R*s latest conquest, although at the moment she's acting like, lets call him "Fred", was not much of an achievement and much more "another notch on the bedpost". We are currently debating whether he does infact like her or not. I tried to tactfully point out that he didn't even know she existed until a few hours prior to the mentioned "event". Although i know i'm at a total loss, she has no doubt already married herself off to the guy. Right now, she's naming their children.
I'm going to be honest with you. I feel something close to jealousy, not too close and i'm definitely not having a green moment because I do not want to be doing what R's doing. This is the 2nd since her break up in whats been only a number of weeks (two if i'm correct). It's just that it would be nice to have someone to talk about. Or more to the point, i miss the someone i had to talk about. I was really enjoying the rush you get from a new person. But i'm by no means going to go hunt that feeling down. Because i can be on my own... and enjoy it. Although the little shopping trips i keep taking myself on have to stop, which leads me to suspect the clearing out of my wardrobe stems from guilt rather than the urgent need to procrastinate.
Anyhow, i must return to this melodrama. R has a certain ex visiting tomorrow. I'm loosing count. Seriously. Who needs a lover when your friend has (counts them off on hand) atleast 3...
xoxo
I seem to have abused you as i would diary. But i needed an outlet. So i thank you for your patience while i went off at the deep end.
I'm currently alternating revision with reading girly trash and other means of procrastination. Such as alphabetising my record collection, or clearing out my wardrobe. Or blogging so it would seem.
Infact i've spent the last half hour with my attention divided between the socio-cultural approach to development and R*s latest conquest, although at the moment she's acting like, lets call him "Fred", was not much of an achievement and much more "another notch on the bedpost". We are currently debating whether he does infact like her or not. I tried to tactfully point out that he didn't even know she existed until a few hours prior to the mentioned "event". Although i know i'm at a total loss, she has no doubt already married herself off to the guy. Right now, she's naming their children.
I'm going to be honest with you. I feel something close to jealousy, not too close and i'm definitely not having a green moment because I do not want to be doing what R's doing. This is the 2nd since her break up in whats been only a number of weeks (two if i'm correct). It's just that it would be nice to have someone to talk about. Or more to the point, i miss the someone i had to talk about. I was really enjoying the rush you get from a new person. But i'm by no means going to go hunt that feeling down. Because i can be on my own... and enjoy it. Although the little shopping trips i keep taking myself on have to stop, which leads me to suspect the clearing out of my wardrobe stems from guilt rather than the urgent need to procrastinate.
Anyhow, i must return to this melodrama. R has a certain ex visiting tomorrow. I'm loosing count. Seriously. Who needs a lover when your friend has (counts them off on hand) atleast 3...
xoxo
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