March 14th, 2002

(I've tried patience)

And...

...this is getting absurd, and I feel physically ill.
Yes, I am happy...~s~ But if nobody minds too much, I think I'm going to go and hide in a corner, because that way I can't affect anybody, which is just the way I like it.

Happy, completely. Yet horrified and appalled and sickened and frightened and guilty and so on.

Eeek.

And oh, *hell*, now Kate isn't even talking to me. ~sigh~
When your characters aren't talking to you, you know there's something wrong.
Must find Peter R - where he is, there is Cleo also, today.
Though if I can catch Peter in the same mood as he was in last night, he might be able to make me feel better; besides, Cleo's not really in a state to help anyone today, poor thing. ~s~
Talking about my characters is such a relaxing thing to do. For me, but not for the rest of you, I know, so I'll go now...

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  • Current Music
    'Fever', Peggy Lee.
I can fly!

~shrieks~

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!

Someone up there is smiling on me...

~shakes, tries to remember how to breathe~

E.
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  • Current Music
    My heart is loud enough to drown out anything else.
(I've tried patience)

Well, fuck me with a...

...hold that thought. ~g~

Of course - as you do - I've been running around bouncing at people for the last half hour - (yes, even if you can't get tickets, being invited is enough to bounce about) - and I don't think I've ever seen my friends so happy for me. ~smile~

I'm stunned and delighted that they understand me so well.

And the one or two of them that I've told all about you guys have gone "So, how are you going to act this time?" and I went "eek" and replied that I'll be going to the theatre and act accordingly.
Which I hope to god is true. ~giggle, bounce, blush, meep, giggle~
Oh, I'm so dead. ~shakes head~ ~breathes~ Aiyha.

And now I have to wait and hope you *can* get tickets.
I'm impatient by nature, darn it!
Damn, I just distracted myself again. ~g~ asrana, there is no hope for me...

And Peter R and Cleo. So pretty, so wrapped up in each other. I love my characters. ~happy bounce~

~general bouncing going on over here~

I'll stop cluttering now, I promise.

E.
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  • Current Music
    'All I Ever Wanted', The Human League.
(I've tried patience)

Things are good.

I can't believe I only have to get through the next half a day.

I'm even packed - except my makeup, which I have to go through and sort as it currently takes up a whole bag. ~g~

Every three minutes or so I suddenly think about it again and my heart practically stops.
If someone asked if I'd like to spend tomorrow with Nick Rhodes at the moment, I'd refuse.

How the *heck* am I going to stay upright, G? ~laughs~

E.
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  • Current Music
    'Am I Right?', Erasure.
(I've tried patience)

~laughs~

After turning round at an alarming speed when a friend mentioned a piece of furniture, I've concluded that it's really time to go and try and get some work done.

Although "I've lost my keys down the back of the..." makes for a damn good cartoon. ~falls around laughing~

I'm betting only asrana will understand this, but it might make her smile.

Tee hee.

E.
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  • Current Music
    'Perfect Stranger', Erasure.
(I've tried patience)

I just can't believe this.

I don't deserve to be this happy. But I am. Wow.

Thursday's over. It's actually over. Supper with parents tonight (trying to avoid fascinating images courtesy of wechsler; thank you) and then French coursework, which, incidentally, is fun - 1,000 words on the subject of electronic music, shouldn't be hard - and then it's Friday.

What did I do right? How can I possibly thank them?

I don't deserve this. Not at all. But it seems to be happening to me anyway.
Wow.

E.
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  • Current Music
    'The Miracle', Erasure.
I can fly!

~jingle, and indeed jangle~

House keys! Look! I have house keys!

~bounce~

And Kate is too pretty for words.
And Peter R and Cleo are absolutely making me *melt* today.
And now I really must write this blasted coursework, or at least try to. ~g~

E.
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  • Current Music
    Oh, don't ask, it really is awful. ~s~
(I've tried patience)

Must. Work.

But it's just not happening.

Eh.

This essay is not happening! ~wails~ All I can think about is fucking Cleo!
...
...er, that's "fucking" in the sense of "blasted" rather than...er, yeah.
I swear to god that was unintentional.
~head in hands~ That's what writing French essays does to you...

E.
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  • Current Music
    No, really - I am marking. ~rolls eyes~ Never mind...