I guess I am no longer a student...

... for now. But I am still really rather immature.
I was thinking the other day about drummer-boy (well, when ain't I?) and I think that some of the problem is that I really just don't know how to 'play the game'. I mean, when A says X B is supposed to say Z... I don't know what the heck any of it means. So when A says X I say some bullshit like 'did you know that pink is traditionally a boys colour?' or 'oh may I use your toilet?'. When someone asks 'would you like a coffee?' I hear 'would you like a coffee?' and reply 'yes please. Milk 2 sugars. Thanks' when what I should be saying is 'hmmm hell yeah I wanna "coffee" baby' or something. I don't know. I am approaching this from a 12 year old's perspective. Oh whatever.
I am reading this self-help book that a friend lent me... I'm not really into pop. psych. self-help stuff, but he talks a lot about a dog is just a dog and they accept you for who you are and you accept them for who they are. I like that. I do accept and love my dogs. And, totally, if someone doesn't like you for being you, so what? That's OK. That isn't rejection or a reflection on you it's just a thing. I don't like chillies, there's no offence meant to chillies they just aren't for me. That's OK. I can live in the world and so can chillies. So if drummer boy (or anyone) doesn't like me that's OK. It's not a reflection on me not being good enough, I just ain't what that particular person wants. And that is OK.

OK is fine by me.

too old to get too drunk

I don't know why I don't or can't just learn my lesson... What is wrong with me? I cannot go out and imbibe copious amounts of alcohol when I haven't eaten anything all day (even if I have, too). Now I have no idea how I got home, a graze on my hand and knee and bruises... maybe I got Rohypnol'd. Maybe I should just grow the fuck up.

It's Overrrrr

So, I am a graduand. That is: someone who is in the process of graduating. Meh...
So, he replied. And? And nothing. He was away and now that he is back I have received no further communication from him except that his sister 'friend requested' me on Facebook. So, does this mean something? Maybe, what the hell do I know? Indeed.
I have decided to write stuff in the vain hope that this summer will not lead to a nervous breakdown by boredom. I have booked my graduation tickets and paid (£55!!!!) for them and an alumni card. I also bought a GameBoy game today. So that's something to do for a bit. SIGH!

So maybe I was a little premature stresshead cowbag

He replied.
Now to over analyse the shit out of the message. I am such a lame brain prick.
On a different note. Today is the day I print the dissertation. I attempted to find the Copy Shop but failed. Geez, can I do ANYTHING right? Am awaiting my fellow printee but am procrastinating from life now. I have little else to do so am procrastinating from living... ish.

and am vaguely on Operation:Acquisition... we'll see eh?

Probably

Messages and Freedom

So i have finished my dissertation and merely need to print it off. With this completion in mind I have decided to turn my attentions to the acquisition of drummer-boy so I sent him a message clearly and plainly asking him if he would care to meet for a drink. This was on the advice of my blunt Italian friend who said 'he kept looking for you and it is obvious he likes you' and she is mean and blunt and to-the-point so I thought: ok. So I sent him a message.







No reply.

and there I was thinking I was losing weight...

alas, I look HORRID still, although from some angles I looked at least like a human being. So that's good. I have also been having a nervous breakdown but that is mainly down to my dissertation.... sigh.

Hey! Look, an image!!

This is not my image... however, it makes me feel better knowing that I probably won't become a serial killer. Back to the dissertation