Localgirl was going to write this whole entry about suddenly having a boyfriend (and being able to annoy people by saying "my boyfriend" in every other sentence, despite the fact that all the people she talks to know his name), and how/why she came to have this boyfriend and what exactly this means for the future and...you know, other boyfriend related stuff.But c'mon, seriously, how dull would that have been? So, to condense quickly then we can get onto the interesting stuff : musical brother became musical boyfriend on Friday, because "will they, won't they?" scenarios get really dull when dragged out for too long and I am desperate to keep people interested in the soap opera that is my life. I can't tell you anymore, tune in next week. I had a picnic by the river Avon today, in beautiful sunshine with wonderful company, and I bought an ice cream from a river barge, and firmly decided that if I can't became a Royal Shakespeare Company actress I shall move to Stratford and run a vintage bookshop and have many beautiful state-educated children. "Time you enjoyed wasting is not wasted time" Mr John Lennon, sharer of my birthday and pretty fly for a dead guy. Tonight is all about avoiding a philosophy essay (procrastination. rocks.) and smiling at new order's general cuteness. I'm listening to new order. I just called them cute. This getting a boyfriend thing is affecting me more than I thought. But seriously: Run Wild. Cute as hell. (or some other actually cute thing, since I suspect hell is not a place overrun with cuteness). C'est tout? Mais oui, bien sur. (Yeah, y'all are amazed at localgirl's multi-lingual skills now, huh?)
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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
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