April. Month of the hopeless romantic
This is what camping SHOULD be camp.jpg Ho dear god. I cannot believe I have been staring at MS word for the last hour and not put a single thing down for this months journal entry. I may possibly be losing my energy to write. Burning out. Dear god! No! Not now! Not when the camping trip is so close! Whaaaaa!
Anyway, back on track: Welcome everybody to Aprils pre-camping entry. You may have noticed my titles have started making more sense and aren’t just random snippets of random stuff I make up whist listening to fat men snore beside me *ahem*. Yes, I have decided to give each month a theme, with its own theme song (seen in my profile bit) and feeling. Last month, was the month of the green eyed monster. This month, the month of the hopeless romantic. Next month, well, till I write it, who knows? Lets just keep things simple and clean and awesome.
Oh, one more thing, for those of you that have ‘Enable journal background for user’ or whatever highlighted in your preferences, you ought to see this in the new smexy geek mode. Why its called geek mode, I might never know. Bit it is smexy. To the max. and that’s what really counts in life.
Right. Now that introductions are formerly underway, lets get on with the months recap of what I have down out there in the big old world!
Ok. So of late I’ve been hanging out with a cool crowd, that tends to switch around what they do during the weekdays. This is cool, as I was bored at home on some days and hence needed something social to do. Plus anything to get away from my aunt. Dear god! So these people (mostly outers) tend to go bowling once a month on Monday (which I attended) swim every other Monday (which I attend vigourously) and have drinks at Bar aquda (which I attend somewhat religiously). It is here that I have been spending my time for the last few months, as the retro crowd seem to have gone all quiet and stuff. As such, I’ve been known to have sudden spontaneous rushes such as being called down to Halfway or the Village or other crazy places in London I never get to go. Now one of them in a random occurance, happens to be G-A-Y bar.
Ok lets clarify the points again: Wednesday, I get a call from Carlos (Italian IT contractor) that he was bored and wanted to hang out. So we go down to the village and have drinks with his mates. Soon enough its 11, and we’re being kicked out of the pub. Them, still in the mood to drink, decide it would be a good idea to carry on the conversation down at G-A-Y bar. No one asks me if I have a problem with it (as usual).
So I found myself, on Wednesday, at G-A-Y, hanging out in the most clubbest looking bar I have ever seen:
Loud music – check
Dance floor – check
Strobing lights – check
Lack of seats – check
Hard to reach bar – check
Insane prices – check
Hard to find bathroom – check
Ok seriously what kind of person would call that a bar?!?!? It’s a freaking club! A CLUB! THEY JUST NEED TO CHARGE MORE GOD DAMNIT!
Suprisingly, the music was actually rather good. Expecting lots of cheese I got rather excited at the incredible amount of rather good classics from the 90s and some good mainstream music of the 2000s. It wasn’t as bad as everyone said it was (again)… maybe I need to start manipulating friends to be a wee bit more openminded or something.
Although don’t expect me to go there anytime soon, you know my policy with loud music I can’t speak over.
Right. Before I carry on with the recap, we have to pause for a bit of emo stuff. I have a horrible horrible horrible curse on myself, mostly concerning the month of april.
As spring starts to kick into high gear, we all have our troubles: Nosebleeding, hay fever, rampant sexual drive, etc etc. Me, well, its sort of around the time that I fall hopelessly for s
Random Thought: What the hell does he mean I’m too self-concious!
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