26th October 2001
It’s 5.19am and I’ve finally decided to stop procrastinating and
write this. What am I doing? I’m not too sure myself. Some sort of an online
journal if not another wannabe of a certain miss jones’ diary (I’d be damned
if it was). But anyhow I’m quite certain I’ve got more to say than merely
about men between my things, or do I?
So here I sit in front of my trusty (although it’s been giving me grief
in the form of sudden restarts lately) laptop. I’m so attached to this thing I
might well die if I lose it. Call me loony but I occasionally introduce it to
visitors as ‘my precious’. I bet none of my ex boyfriends ever got
introduced as that! *Evil haughty laugh* Ahem..
Anyways back to reality… I sit here chewing on the fifteenth pack of
seaweed and listening to Kylie ranting about not being able to get that someone
out of her head.
What am I gonna do today? Jet lag has certainly gotten the better of
me. Since I got back from Cardiff my sleeping patterns have totally been thrown
off. Not like it was any better before. But imagine waking up at 10am then
falling asleep again at 1pm? Yeah well I bet Bea wouldn’t complain about that.
Ok I’m ranting. How can one not at this hour? I look around my room (or
what can be assumed as my room) and what do I see? Luggages, clothes,
whatchamacallits and thingamajigs strewn at all four corners. Sigh… and I’m
supposed to be refurbishing this place. Iio’s Rapture (Deep Dish Mix) is
finally playing on my laptop now after a long tedious hour of download… like
who the hell makes 11megs of mp3 for public download.
Back to the condition of my room…due to restricted budget (or more
likely the lack of funds to have one to start with) I’ll have to do the
refurbishing from scratch. How on earth will this person lacking of any
designing skills gonna be able to pull this off? I’ll leave that to chance
mind you.
Oh and as much as I dread it I have finally turned 20 (cringes at
thought). I examine my handy pocket mirror for traces of 20 year oldness. Do I
find any? Besides an impending laugh line all I see are spots, which are more 15
than 20. I let out a huge sigh of relief. Recently I think I’m warping back to
being a reckless teenager (or so my mother has been trying to tell me). I
thought by the age of 20 one would’ve stopped searching for themselves or at
least for pete’s sake know what they wanna look like. A few days ago I made a
purchase of an ultra huge pair of jeans and a hooded sweater. The ones skaters
(though I can’t imagine how anyone can skate in these) or wannabe’s wear,
apparently dark lipstick, piercing and filthy dyed hair completes the look. Well
I sorta like that look these days .. maybe it’s the new red streaks I’ve had
put in my hair. Two seasons ago I was into the corporate look, suits and looking
posh. Last season I was a beach bum.. What now? Wannabe skater with a glazed
over look in my eyes? (I quote Bea here). Maybe
I just love the thrill of seeing a bewildered look in people’s faces going WTF??
(especially the ones back home) *evil grin*. Maybe I should consider
getting my tongue pierced as well. But then again we all know what that’s for
so I’ll consider that when there’s a need for it. *wink*
The main worries that top my priority list (in case you didn’t already
know worrying is my middle name) are :
1) What’s for breakfast?
2) Will my other luggage arrive in one piece?
3) How am I gonna survive house arrest?
4) Where am I gonna get my fix of café mocha?
5)
Where am I gonna get my fix of serious dance music?
And yeah I have turned into a bone fide caffeine addict. I don’t see how anyone wouldn’t be after weeks of non-stop coffee ingestion.
It’s 6.31am now and I’m beginning to feel a bit tired. Could this be signs of old age? I’ll probably doze off to sleep now and awake at 2pm later.
To be continued….
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