Today I picked a new boy to get pissed off as my friends flirt with (mmm, well phrased sentence). I am useless at conciously flirting. When in the presence of a desirable boy I become the most self depricating person imaginable. When informed that I'm not that bad I become hugely embarrassed that he may think I was fishing for compliments, and so put myself down more. And get more embarrassed. Its not pretty.

When boys flirt with me I generally don't notice, until some helpful friend laughs "you've pulled!". If it is so unsubtle that even I pick up on it then I get scared and latch on to the nearest available boyshape for protection.

(NB my ex-boyfriend was a notable exception. He shook my hand and smiled and I though "I have to have this boy. I will have this boy" and I flirted like mad and (eventually) he reciprocated and that was that. Which, I suppose, is why I thought we'd be together for slightly close to forever than we were)

Unforunately I introduced said boy to all my beautiful friends, including the fantastic Harriet who is slim and blonde and an expert pole dancer. Oh well.

But then I went shopping. I bought a tshirt with Jim Morrison on. Of course I recognised him straight away. I'm a big Doors fan.

If anyone would like to send me £55 for a pair of leather Kurt Geiger dolly shoes, it'd be greatly appreciated.

ps. we won't actually be skipping college. We get wednesday afternoons off to do something useful and constructive, and we'll be skipping the 'pick a useful and constructive activity' fair. But as we have a bundle of A*s and did enough 'getting involved' last year to last us until university, I think we'll be okay.

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* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to