The words contained in this here journal may not make much sense and they may not bear any relation to reality but one thing is for sure, they'll contain the word pasty.
Sunday, June 29, 2003
Well it’s 4:20 on Sunday morning and I’ve failed miserably to make myself tired at all. I had an hours sleep around nine this evening and now I’m just bursting with energy, I’m even beginning to think I might not bother with bed at all. Bloomin’ heck I’m peckish though, back in a sec….
So yes I’m writing out of need for something to do. I’m considering playing a game on my wonderful new headphones (did I mention them?) just to see how well the stereo works, to see if it makes the whole thing a more immersive experience. I never get change to play games anymore thanks to having rediscovered the internet, I’ve wandered back into the trap of enjoying the company of people on the internet more than performing most other activities under the sun.
For the record my mum thinks Wend is “a lovely girl”.
Ooooo I know what to do to waste some time, I shall use this here word facility to produce some journal stats so we can see how it’s coming along. Here goes:
Gav’s journal stats!
First Entry: Tuesday April 15th, incidentally that’s Jono’s birthday.
Pages: 48
Words: 29, 432
Lines: 2,721
Average Word Length: 4.36 characters long
How many times do they appear? Wend = 109
Capps = 69
F1 = 20
Pasty = 16
Scilly = 15
Wez = 13
Eeeek! I’m hoping that it comes over as flattering to Wend as opposed to just making me sound like an obsessed weirdo. I guess I feel kind of guilty as poor Capps, my best mate, has been thoroughly out mentioned by her. And what about Wez? Outscored almost 10 to 1. Meow.
*Adds one to the score of Wend, Capps and Wez… ooops no make that two*
Friday, June 27, 2003
Where on earth do I begin? There’s so much I haven’t written about; Capps getting drunk and being sick in the middle of Jono’s floor, Wend and Wez meeting, two films, the ongoing preparations for a Gav inspired holiday, the darts, the football, the tennis, the popcorn, the return of my brother and the return of his friends. I’ve got just over an hour before the F1 and stuff starts, I’ll just start writing and give up when I get bored/run out of time.
Well I guess the best place to begin is with the feeling foremost in my meagre consciousness at this present time, I miss Wend. If you spend 48 hours in the direct company of someone, you’re always going to miss their presence even if the person is a bit smelly. As you can imagine, though, the feeling of loss is somewhat magnified when you’ve spent those two days with someone you consider more than a little nice, someone better than a poke in the eye with a stale baguette if you like. I miss her, for sure. I miss her a lot. But then she did remark on the station platform as her train rolled in, doing her best Arnold Schwarzenegger impression, “I’ll be back.”. This filled me with the warm glow of hope that she might one day return to this fair county and imbue Wez with extra life once more. I think I made it clear she was welcome at my house in future, if not: “Wend, you can come back whenever the heck you like!!!!!”.
In terms of what we did, what we did was very little really. We sat around the house chatting, sat in pubs chatting, sat on the swings chatting, wandered about chatting and sat in Jono’s watching 28 Days Later…. Interspersed with chatting. I’m just hoping really that the chatting was adequate, I never find it terribly easy to make small talk especially when the small talkee is someone you’ve been making small talk with, on an almost daily basis, for six months. There are only so many things one can say before you start going over old ground.
If nothing else Wend most certainly enjoyed meeting the grand old lady herself, Wez. In the time Wend was staying Wez has regained her hearing, started chirping and purring at record levels and even started playing with moving objects again! Talk about a good influence. I managed to get a wonderful picture on Wend’s digi cam of the happy couple together in the conservatory and I can’t wait to see the results when she uploads the pictures. A picture of my two favourite girls getting intimate with each other, spot on :D
*proceeds to tell an extremely long string of pussy stroking jokes*
We may have chatted a lot but the biggest talking point for everyone else was the fact she was sleeping in my room (ON an airbed ON the floor and most certainly not ON ME). If I hear just one more person say “Oh Aye” or “Get in there” I swear I’m going to have a wee psychological breakdown and scream at the top of my voice “I DID NOT HAVE SEXUAL RELATIONS WITH THAT WOMAN!!!”. Where the president of the USA was actually lying though I shall in fact be stating the truth. Then again the inner child in me thinks it’s all rather fun to let people’s overactive imaginations run riot, perhaps I’ll just let them all giggle and gossip to their hearts content for a little longer :D
So yep, I misses the one with the long blonde hair.
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Well the fabled Tuesday has arrived and I am currently Wendless. She didn’t fancy travelling up through feeling ill which is all rather a shame though hopefully she’s feeling better now. Phoned Liam’s house to be told they were out so there must be some improvement in her condition.
Well what is there to say about the last few days? Endless amounts but I’m not really in the mood to recount many tales so I’ll publicise them at a later date or most likely sometime later tonight. Right now I just want to chill out and watch some brainless TV.
