listening to the radio

I'm listening to the radio this evening. Instead of doing work.
I do a lot of things instead of work.

At the moment I'm just taking some time for myself while my dickhead flatmates are out of the house. I hate them. They're so loud and obnoxious. It's like living with five year olds that like sex and metal. I hate them. They're horrendous, real little turds.

All of my cds are at my friends house. I miss them. I shall get them on Tuesday perhaps. That means more public transport though. God damn. Stupid trains. If it were a straight trip to her place from my train station then that'd be ok, but no, I have to get off the train and get onto another one. So painful.

In other news, I had a date the other day. OMG. I know right, crazy. Now I've just gotta wait and see if he calls. I hate the waiting. I hope he calls. Oh dear. Not to worry, if he doesn't I'll just placate myself and cry a little into a big glass of goon.

Sigh.

sunday night

Here I am.
At home.
In bed.
On a Sunday night.

This already markedly tragic situation is made worse by two equally pathetic things.
1) I'm alone. No boyfriend. No anonymous lover. No one. I am completely solitary.
2) I'm researching 'Survivor'...
2b) for uni - for my DEGREE!

On a further analysis of the situation I've now chosen to add a third element.
3) listening to Nine Inch Nails.


I'm trying to write something for Semper, but am failing dismally. Why is that as soon as you have to do something it becomes infinitely more difficult?
WHY!

So, as an alternative I've decided to rant here.

This morning my nanna suggested I get some new friends. I'm in need of them I think.
But where?! Socialising isn't a skill of mine - I write a blog for fuck's sake - doesn't that sum up the fact that I act poorly in social situations.

Whatever. Maybe I will.