Oh

So as soon as I do that you turn round and start caring?

Not on. Climbing out of your gigantic hidey-hole to suddenly think that massive gap never happened just doesn’t work. I appreciate it but no.

Ironic thing is you’re one of the reasons why

Les désagréments

Eh, who even cares I’m staying in this place anyway, let alone why I’m suddenly posting fuckloads more than usual (fuckloads is a word, Firefox, get over it)

So, after having done my abomination, someone gently taps on my door and suspects something is up – of course, the fact that the person who tapped is as of tonight engaged makes that fact fade into the unknown, I eat stir fry and drink more alcohol. I get invited back to my own house where I get asked to make a shisha – am abruptly stopped after someone tries to sleep in my bed.

We get him back and sober him up by arguing about politics and culture. By now it’s me and a heavily built builder called Matt. We argue for and against why Muslim culture stays so dependant upon actually building mosques and shrines upon itself in any place it chooses to roam, whereas if we were to do the exact same thing for Christianity/Catholicism in Iran/Israel a beheading is more necessary for us.

Sure, it’s like that but when it comes to wanting to ban all non-English people from the coasts, it becomes a pointless exercise. Sure, everyone can be racist but when it comes to banning people, it doesn’t matter because a) as France and French-claimed countries have shown, illegal immigration is so.fucking.easy… and b) doing such things reduces you to a Hitleresque character of unforgiveness.

These things, of course, are all done through the motions for me. All that’s real are the pain in both my teeth from the other day and my leg from tonight, which made me a little horny.

So I can tell it’s going to be a habit, I’m contemplating it again and it’s like 5am.

Though why not, especially at this time?

Inevitability

So, it’s come to it finally.

I’m currently in an orange tutu, after having spent the best part of 3 hours creating a nice little ravey t-shirt with my name on it…

I’m also going to try and get through the rest of my rum I have next to me – last night was hilariously bad but I met a lot of people (some of which French…mm.)

Got Egypt coming up on Monday, I’ll post later. It’ll be good fun but I’m going to miss a lot of work.

Hmm. That’s all.

Romance

I watched the sun come up today. On my own.

Unintentionally.

Seriously, blocked nose = second or third circle of hell.

Encore

Guys, not fair. Let me get to sleep before 3am next time when I actually want to go to bed, that’d be handy. That way when I wake up for 5 hours’ worth of lectures, all of which in French, I don’t feel like slitting my guts. For fuck’s sake. Guh.

In other news, uTorrent works here so I’m fine. Though I wouldn’t mind someone to just lose myself in.

Alors

Je viens de reveiller par une reve réalistique, et je mange du bacon dans un sandwich. Je suis hung the fuck over.

Jamais encore je vais faire du pubcrawl avec les troisieme-années…

Few

Weeks on, and I still don’t get what I’m missing.

I thought this’d be the start of something magical, immense, a sort of hole entered into the divine. Everyone’s exactly the same, everyone seems intent on ‘raving’ and this entire ideal thought of what I imagined has turned a bit sideways.

Now, I know I have to work and learn, but the fact that no-one’s clicked with me has just turned me a bit cold towards civilisation again. University is supposed to be the ultimate – at least someone finds their ultimate friend or even at least another. For me so far, it’s been noodles and embarrassment.

Life isn’t this. Please.