All entries for January 2006

ebay voyeurism

i'm watching an auction end on ebay.

two mighty boosh tickets are currently going for £74.

the pair i bought months ago cost me £35. i'm just interested to know how much these people will pay for a sure thing, when most likely turning up on the night would yield a normal-price pair of tickets that have been returned at short notice (like my ben folds tickets, which were actually pretty good seats).

waiting.

i got up early with every intention of going to uni – i even froze my arse off in the shower – to realise that my services were needed elsewhere. so now i'm sitting here, not doing anything much, waiting to be called on to ferry people to and from my grandfather's hospital room.

and i don't know if i even want to go there again.

waiting.

i should be reading, or doing something, but i managed to get dressed and make lunch, isn't that enough? i'm slightly uncomfortable even moving, even breathing and living and walking, because.

because. this is getting a little heavy for warwick blogs, isn't it?

: 30 Jan 2006 13:13 |  Tags: Ebay |  Comments (7) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

happiness project

stop what you're doing

right now

go to the nearest window

throw it open

breathe deeply –

and tell me,

can you smell spring?

: 22 Jan 2006 12:56 |  Tags: Happiness |  Comments (2) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

my face is bleeding

and i say, fuck it. piercing evidently agrees with my lip: i'm pouting, baby, like i never pouted before. with METAL.

however, i feel that i should go and the the video i came to campus for and leave, because i'm getting 'er, your face is bleeding' looks from the compter centre citizens.

to tesco: for ice, ice baby!

: 07 Jan 2006 14:32 |  Comments (6) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

make me smile

sometimes, a day just isn't right. and then, you reach into your pocket and find something shiny, and it's a chocolate in gold foil that your boss gave to you on new year's eve, melted from being sandwiched against your thigh, and you peel the paper open and lick it clean, and think of that small gesture and smile.

: 04 Jan 2006 17:35 |  Comments (5) |  Close comments |  Report a problem