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, December 07, 2003
Jono's and then Scarborough. Just like to say it's been so good to see (in alphabetical order):
Capps
Drum
Jono
Julian
Liam
Ryan
Some I see all the time, other's were making a welcome return to a position nearby me, and as always it was good. And lastly it's been pretty damned flippin' good to see Wend, t'was only when I saw your face that I realised just how much I've missed you :)
Saturday, December 06, 2003
I've reached a rather odd situation at the moment, I want to write in my journal but don't have the faintest clue what to tell you all (that's assuming there's people still here). I'll just tippy tap away and see what falls out. I mentioned recently that I was mostly feeling happy and smiley and, well, the status quo has been maintained and I continue to go about my daily business with a spring in my step.
One good reason for this is that excepting a multiple choice biology exam on Tuesday and the odd lecture I'm sorted until after christmas. One good reason I guess I shouldn't be happy is that I have chosen to cycle to Jono's today in the damp and cold. This has come about because of another one of my strange moods that I go through from time to time, usually when I am rather pleased with life; I start to feel the need to throw myself in at the deep end with carefree abandon and then try to sort out the mess afterwards. It's probably something like I'm trying to challenge the world to stop me smiling. Odd aren't I?
Well I spent 100 quid on Amazon the other day and not even that squeezed a grumble out of me. I went on there to buy one biology textbook, I swear just one. And then it came on special offer with a chemistry book I'm also in need of. Then I chanced across a good birthday present for my brother. Then I looked and got him a christmas present too. And one for my dad. And one for my sister in law. Hence the loss of money.
Capps persists in his quest to not fix his car despite it only needing a tweak from a screwdriver, possibly a simple half turn. But instead I'm willing to bet he's currently sat at home doing a million screwdriver turns while putting his new computer bits together. He's a strange lad that one. And starting to get a little unrestrained with his money, buying rather expensive things and to hell with consequences. He also continues to assure me that he's not trying to model himself on my behaviour.
Now I'm going to tackle a tough subject which seems to be afflicting many on the Center Parcs tour including myself: Swimming. There's an awful lot of disquietude about wearing very little clothing in public, which I suppose is only fair, but to be honest Wez doesn't wear any clothing and she seems to get on okay. In fact she seems to be getting on rather well really even without the positive influence of Wend hanging about. But back to the swimming, just be glad Beck isn't taking us to a nudist camp! I wouldn't put it past her. Errrrrrr, Center Parcs isn't a nudist camp right?
On the subject of Wend, she's had a good old waffle in her journal and not before time either. Plenty of the inflammatory stuff I've come to know and love in there :)
Will be off to see her on Sunday which will be rather fine.
Beck continues to be grumbly (except when she's talking about mistletoe), and you over there with the conker eyes continue to delight and amuse at every turn. Keep up the good work people, it's you lot that keeps me smiling.
