Thursday, March 02, 2006
" # SHowed Barnes this DiarY. fool."
-excerpt from week ending Sunday 20th August 2000.I like the bits in this thing that were relevant then, but are incomprehensible now. also the horrific playlists:
when doves cry
kung-fu fighting
you sexy thing
it's my life
Tubthumpin'
(August 22nd)
and WOW. the things you completely forget. and it emphasises why the FICTIONAL party is more realisitic if it's as limited in attendance as I portray it. "# Haydens Party - I dind't Go. 120 people @ Hight" (July 31st). we never achieved that. not even close.
Hah. getting 2/3rds of a song on napster was worth writing about, apparently.
Six years on, however, and I got frustrated by uni again, but I will have class tomorrow. and breathe out. a gorgeous hour each way on an airconditioned bus with nothing to do but read and admire the inevitable beautiful woman aboard. a wander through the city morning and night, it feels like home more and more. the coast is becoming a distant holiday, the same way that hawks nest didn't really feel the same. it really lacked the bubbly person who keeps the conversation going, though we did have our moments, like on the dune. but then again, we were always a quiet bunch, as the diary will attest to.
I had a spiel which would have been written for jenna's eyes, but i'm quite at one with the world right now, and can't summon up the energy to lay it out. it's there though. just not tonight.
posted by Keegan at 9:28 pm
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