A goust…

A ghost, I feel like a ghost…

here but not here, people see me, recognise I’m there and then there eyes glaze over.

Subconsciously they’ve decided to categorise me under the things that you avoid walking into… remembering that something is there but not exactly come to think about sure what it is.

Hmmm… I know it’s just exam fever exploiting my already fragile feelings about myself… and everyone has other things on there minds, like exams, but hey I’m self centered narcissist damn it!

Man the human condition is way to selfcentered when over thought, which is something I am liable to do on a daliey basis

al well…

Revision and Danceing…

Whats happened in my world? well nothing really… Just revision

I sit at a computer in the computer suite drowned by the smell of coffee and surrounded by an Island of news papers.
It some what resembles my room.
The idles eyes of mine gaze over the black and white photo of real life, torn at the edges…

H sits oposite muching on a ludicrous sandwich wrapped in foil this morning and I piss away my money on gressy chicken tika bakes, should have made a ’healthy’ sty like I been doing sporadically all week.

Went on a night out with confidant the other week, went to a pretty sweet Weatherspoons in town (all art deco and faded glory). Found out amounst other things that there were over 1000 of the damn things. As much as I like a cheap drink this kinda monopolisation is ridiculous, I Blame the damn space ninger pirates…

Went to snobs for the first time in ages,

{it’s a night club, it was a dirty indie rock place with v. cheap prices, then new management and well the prices are I spose reasonable and the music less alternative…}

and the biggest chage there seemed to be was…

THE SMELL

omg girlfriends you just wouldn’t beleive it, it smelt of fresh laudary and stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay so that may be an exagiration but Confidont agreed with me.
Then someelse who obviouly thought this was a little odd decide to do something about it,
i.e. spray beer all over the place and I just happend write next to him – that’s when my teashirt was grafted to my back.

“Ahhhh” I thought ”the good times where back” that’s when the night really started rocking as the guy was bundled out the club to the tune of the Arctic Monkeys

 

till next time emigoes, adios….