Thursday, April 8
Still Catching Up!!
I'm now writing about the Monday of last week (the 29th of March), because, well, that's where I left off last time. And yes, I know I'm still so very far behind in writing about shit that has happened! Don't moan.
Do you ever have those days where you have a big list of important things to do, but it all gets ruined by rolling over and going back to sleep for 2 hours after the alarm goes off? That would be my Monday.
Even though I'd finished classes the previous Friday, I had an overdue essay due in on that Monday, and I'd explicitly promised the tutor in the class on Friday that it would be in by the Monday at the latest. I'd planned to write it exam-style (i.e. without referring to notes and books whilst writing) in 2 hours and then email it to him.
Hence the oversleeping by 3 hours fucking up my plans completely.
I had to pop into the city centre to pick up my sister's birthday present (the new NERD album, which is incidentally very good), and also all 3 series of Family Guy on DVD. They were on sale in HMV for £11.99 each, which I thought was a bargain, considering the box set of all 3 is usually £60+. Money burns a hole in my pocket, I can't help it.
After a brief, and eventually unnecessary, detour to Victoria (the station, not some random woman), I got back home, booked a coach ticket home (to Melksham) on the Internet for Tuesday, and set about working my way through Family Guy series 1 with a couple of housemates.
Yes, I do fully realise that the 2-3 hours that I spent in front of the TV would have been better spent (or at least more productively spent) writing that stupid essay, but hey, it was Family Guy. You would have done the same. Damn the failure of my work ethic within minutes of walking out of my final class of the semester.
But, on the other hand, praise be to me for being the proud owner of the complete Family Guy series. Praise be indeed.
Oh yeah, one more thing of note happened during the daytime of that Monday: I received a phone call from a picture researcher at the Observer, checking if I was available for a quick photoshoot the next day. Jeez, I thought, just how big is this article going to be? Minor celebritydom, here I come!
That evening, I'd arranged to meet Girl in Covent Garden to go to this little place called Gardening Club. No, you don't need wellies and a spade to go there, just a willingness to get down and dirty (see, I'm in touch with 'the street', I know what words and phrases to use. I'm so down with it) on the dancefloor to some classic hip-hop and r'n'b tunes. I could cope with that, especially if Girl was there.
Before I met her though, I went with my housemates to this cool little pub in Hampstead called The Holly Bush. It's a great pub, very properly pub-like in that it has wooden floors, wooden walls, wooden tables, wooden benches and wooden chairs. Admittedly, it'd be fucked if a fire broke out, but it has a great atmosphere!
It was a rare experience actually, because all 7 of us who live together were out somewhere together. It's rare enough that all 7 of us are even in our flat together! I've no idea why this night was particularly special, I guess we just ended up all being around at the same time and in need of a beer.
I was the only one going out after, so I bade them farewell (street and poetry in the same post? I'm soooo great) and hopped on a Tube to Leicester Square. I was a little late by the time I got there, so I pretty much ran to Covent Garden, where Girl was waiting for me. I'm always late, I should try to break that habit of mine. I seem to find something that needs doing just before I'm about to leave, which makes me late every time.
Girl didn't mind (or at least didn't show irritance) me being late, and we wandered on in to Gardening Club. She looked fantastic, as she always does, and we pretty much got straight onto the dancefloor. This was a little weird for me, because I usually need about, say, 10 drinks before I feel sufficiently loosened up to shake my little ass. I guess Girl must have that effect on me, the intoxicating emotion of love (sorry, wandered off into Byron territory for a second there) overwhelms my usually stoic feet.
I don't know how it happens, but I enjoy every night and minute I spend with Girl even more than the last one. I constantly look forward to the next time I'm going to see her, and she's always on my mind. I know she reads this, but this isn't an attempt at a sucking-up exercise, it's the true way I feel about her. My problem lies in telling her this personally, rather than letting her read it here. Mmmmm, how I enjoy the slight anonymity that this blog provides.
We danced for what seemed like an eternity, but it still ended much, much too soon. I hadn't quite built up the courage to ask her back to my place, but I was saved by her informing me that she had a 10am train to catch on the Tuesday and hadn't packed yet. I would only have fudged the asking and thoroughly embarrassed myself, so that was in some ways a godsend.
I'll leave it there for now, because I'm off to get drunk tonight. I do do other things, but this week has seemed particularly alcoholic in nature, and I haven't even mentioned how I got incredibly wasted in Cardiff last Wednesday! But I'm not an alcoholic. I don't crave alcohol, I just need a quick drink to wake me up in the morning every day.
I'm joking, of course.
I need at least 3 to kick-start my day.
