30^th October 2001

It’s 1.30am and once again I can’t sleep. Then again I have been sleeping the whole day. I guess my plans to take up Dj-ing would have be scraped. Can’t believe how dumb I was to not take it up whilst back in Cardiff. I mean.. hell was I or was I not in club-country?!!? Plus I would’ve had a DJ friend to show me the works. Smart going Kat. Ok so what’s left now? Percussions, continue intermediate latin, continue Japanese, erm… continue looking for a internship.. and most of all continue raking in the cash. Much needed indeed.

Dag-nabbit!! Whats wrong with the servers. Can’t a girl get a decent magazine subscription online? Geezuz.

Birthday ‘bash’ was somewhat disappointing. Not that I could’ve put up with more considering my state of consciousness. Never really felt how cake on face would feel. But felt it on Thurday. Sorta goeey warm feeling as the cream melts off your face. Never want to try that again though.

Dave Pearce is on an warbling about the Gallagher brothers. Does anyone care if he’s got a pregnant Mdm Appleton waddling next to him? Personally I don’t give a rats arse.

What is my agenda tomorrow then? Go to the bank that’s for sure.. just splurged £55.25 on a Muzik Magazine subscription. Deprivation of proper dance music news in this country. That’s gonna well set me back for sure. And hows about that Elle mag subscription? Gonna cost me another 30 odd USD.  Good god writing this with the headphones tuned in to hard house is just mad. How am I supposed to write with all that zipping going on up there? (Joy energizer it’s called… hell yeah) Having said that I’m hardly going to take off the headphones.  I wonder if anyone’s noticed how annoying Sarah Cox’s voice sounds. Or maybe it’s a Geordie thing. The irony of it though is that it’s well funny when you can put up with her warbling about. Urgh there goes my connection. Wonders of Internet live radio, and the lack of bandwidth. Kudos to the multi media nation. BBC 1 0-8700-oneHunjed-oneHunjed call now to place your vote. I wonder how long is that gonna stay stuck in my head.

An hour later…… I am still no where near sleepy and in fact getting hungrier by the minute. Is it possible to eat as much as I do and not get fat? Though I’m starting to think otherwise *examines thighs*. 

Still contemplating whether Kleinenberg’s set is worth the money to watch.. though I subconsciously am quite sure I’ve chosen to go for Darude’s set. But knowing how the clubs work in this city, Darude will prolly play 10 minutes just before closing time and by then I would’ve worn myself out raving to some rookie.

Trying hard to pull strings to get myself an internship place..i.e trying to convince friend to convince relative to accept intern… Personally, I don’t feel it working. N.B need to sharpen persuading skills.

Anyone notice how bouncy Jamiroquai’s tracks are all bouncy? Can’t help bouncing to the sounds of Little L. Then again……

Vote for the nation’s hottest tune Dave Pearce says. One wonders… how can a nation divided into a)cheesy pubbers/popsters b) wavy handed ravers   c) rock heads with inclination to mosh pits  vote for one united tune? Hell they can't even stop terrorism. Says quite a bit no?

And has anyone noticed Gabrielle’s style? I can’t quite put a finger on it but it does generate a feel-good or feel-like-bawling-ur-eyes-out mood. Maybe it’s just me.. and most likely it is too.

I steal a glance at the butter bun I’ve just nicked from the kitchen (it’s 3am and I’m hungry). Should I? Or should I not? Engaging in a debate with Edmund about British vs Malaysian milk doesn’t help. Sod it I’m eating the bun if it’s going to give me cellulite to whinge about for the next 30 years.

At the rate things are any sleep will be mine before 7am. *Sigh* well guess it’s back to web surfing and searching for more hobbies I’ll eventually abandon. Well ….either that or work on my get rich fast scheme *looks at bank vault layout*.

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