May 10th, 2002

(I've tried patience)

Ick.

Um, this morning is not a good morning. ~sigh~ Darn.
Had horrific, really horrific nightmares last night, which wasn't a good thing.
Kate has argued where Kate usually argues, and we can't find him. Cue much panicking from me and his friend, sudden statements of "I think I'm falling in love with him, oh fuck" from one or both of us, etcetera.
As if that wasn't enough, came online, read LJ, further panic, rah. I should point out that I'm damn good at extrapolating. Give me a thought, I run with it - yes, it's the only running I ever do. ~g~ Still though. Doesn't help.
Then all the stuff from last night came back, further, well, not panic, but disquiet. I had a discussion about it this morning with someone I've not really spoken to before, but we didn't really get anywhere, which, given who it was, isn't terribly surprising.
And, oh, LJ, blah, butterfly*, blah, ouch, blah, not in love, blah.

Wanted to keep waking up as Steve because his immediate response when waking up is always to cuddle closer to whoever he's with, and that would have been nice. Could I? Could I, heck. I love Kate and normally I'm fine with being Kate, but it was a hell of a night, and those nightmares...~shudder~

So here I am looking at a picture of some guy called Adrian and wondering why exactly I'm going to London tomorrow and wishing there was somewhere more convenient I could have gone, like the Outer Hebrides, where I could have avoided people and memories and stuff.

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* Yes, I know. Reach for a bucket. I know. It could have been worse, it could have been Crazy Town.
  • Current Music
    'The Promise', Arcadia.
I can fly!

Eh.

So Kate came back and went again and that's all shot to hell, but I shall find him and talk some sense into him with extreme force, and with any luck he'll get a brain (and a new heart!) and be sensible and come home.

And my morning got lots better, only to get worse again, because I am a thoughtless, heartless bitch, no better than Kate.

And I have a Keats lesson, for which I hope to be accompanied by a bloke from Manchester with an unpronounceable nickname.

I can kick Kate's head in, no trouble. Would anyone like to offer to do the same for me? I need it, sometimes. Ach, I'm so stupid.

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  • Current Music
    Nothing right now.
(I've tried patience)

Some slight improvement...

...bloke-from-Manchester-with-strange-name makes for one *heck* of a muse. He's great. ~pets him~ So I wrote, and felt better.

I'm also now back to bouncing about tomorrow. This is good. ~smile, perk~

Going home in a minute...must wrap mother's birthday present first. There are some people you'd just rather not be in disgrace with. ~s~

Um, and I love you all. And stuff.

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Later : And, hee! CDs from asrana! ~kisses~ Thank you, love!
  • Current Music
    Bad dance music out in the hall.
(I've tried patience)

Home sweet, and that.

Mother loved birthday present. Yay!

I've written stuff. Extreme yay. ~nods~ Pretty men. Good thing. Really.

Also may have further Yay! as mother says I can go to Electric Dreams in half term! Which will be the 3rd June, assuming ED is still on Mondays...

I'm now on Y!Groups trying to find the man with the unpronounceable name. I have no life. But you knew that. ~grin~

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Later : Know why I couldn't find him? Well? No? Give up? I nearly did.
It's because *none of them can spell his name either*. And I was spelling it wrong because they do. And...stuff. Yah. Sigh.
It's even prettier than I thought! ~happysigh~ I love names.
  • Current Music
    'Everywhere I Go', Oysterband.
(I've tried patience)

It's oh so quiet....

...it must be Friday night. ~smile~

London tomorrow! (I hope.) ~bounce~ (I hope.)

And mum bought me a coat! And it's leather and suede! ~dies~

And the picture that I hoped was of Steve is of Steve, and he and Paul Hardcastle are so gorgeous together, and I'll just have to relegate Cilla, or...or something.

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  • Current Music
    Guess?
(I've tried patience)

Oh, *wow*!

I love love love it when that happens! Ahem.
Earlier I was Steve/Paul Hardcastle and watched Top Of The Pops (yay! Sugababes, eek! Will Young) and have generally been being one or both of them all afternoon/evening.
So I was just downstairs and I looked up into the mirror and I saw Paul Hardcastle. Not me.
~happy shiver~ It's such an amazing thing when I get that far into character.
And oh, he's fun. And so is watching Steve dance to Holly Valance's 'Kiss Kiss'. ~shakes head~

I looked into the mirror and I saw someone beautiful...never mind that it was a tall dark Irish stranger...~grin~ Wow. So in character. Wow.

London! YAY! ~bounces~

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Oh yeah, and ~pokes Steve~ come back to your damn LiveJournal! LiveJournal is calling...
It's like a New Generation calling...can you hear her calling... Mmm, Suede.
  • Current Music
    Will Young's abominable massacre of 'Light My Fire'.