tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63604682011-04-21T21:30:26.410ZDirtyTradeIts like watching a train crash in slow motion, but while britney's playingAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1163291254992879912006-11-12T00:24:00.000Z2006-11-12T00:27:35.003ZI've been away. For a while. Changing mylife and altering my perspective. Still keeping the majority of the variables the same, but altering the key factors. Like any real sequel. I am no longer at York uni as you proabably have read or remember. And I am now travelling the work with work and seeing things I never thought i would experience. But don't get me wrong. I am still the same person so Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1092483294596338342004-08-14T00:28:00.000Z2004-08-14T11:34:54.596ZI'm back now. I've almost finished my training and on my way to full time employment. Actually kinda thrilled about this, I love to work, makes me feel kinda useful o something. I feel as if I have a purpose if I'm getting paid, somebody values me for something. Which I like. It appears that I have totally lost the ability to type in coherent sentences since I've been away, how bizarre. I'll Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1091278801136687832004-07-31T12:58:00.000Z2004-07-31T13:00:01.136ZHello. You might have thought I'd died. But I hadn't. I was enjoying my new job far too much to even think about anything else.
Thats kinda changed and I think I've let myself fuck me over again.
We'll just have to wait and see whether or not I'll be throwing myself in front of a train anytime soon
xxxxxxxxxx
ps
I LOVE V
Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1088279404481218382004-06-26T19:48:00.000Z2004-06-26T19:50:04.480ZI'm in a very bad place right now. And all I want to do is cry or chase a box of co-proxymol with gin. I like somebody, and they are totally off limits, and this makes the bottle of gin larger. Help me xAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1087753803013138892004-06-20T17:48:00.000Z2004-06-20T17:50:03.013ZFuck. Shit and a little bit of cunt I think. That is my mental state lately. I feel so alone, and I'm caught in my best friends, more awkward than being caught with a farm animal, love triangle. Meanwhile, I'm listening to the Dears, Rachel Stevens and Rufus Wainright. that is all xAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1087319144334291222004-06-15T16:46:00.001Z2004-06-15T17:05:44.346ZIf only one day I realised what the hell I was doing, I would be vaguely centred. However my life is never that easy. I'm not saying, however, in any respect that my life is hard, traumatic or eventful, just fragmented. There never seems to be a chronology toward anything, or a tessellation of intent or desire, there is never a working out scenario and there most certainly aren't any happy Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1087319123738306672004-06-15T16:46:00.000Z2004-06-15T17:05:23.740ZIf only one day I realised what the hell I was doing, I would be vaguely centred. However my life is never that easy. I'm not saying, however, in any respect that my life is hard, traumatic or eventful, just fragmented. There never seems to be a chronology toward anything, or a tessellation of intent or desire, there is never a working out scenario and there most certainly aren't any happy Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1087145185578636402004-06-13T16:36:00.000Z2004-06-13T16:46:25.576ZI got the job at Virgin. I guess it hasn't really sunk in yet, but it will soon and I will get over-excited and fall down. When this moment arrives I will let you know. I need to party big style. So I'm thinking or scoring some coke and drinking til I forget my name. Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1086910329785023982004-06-10T23:11:00.000Z2004-06-10T23:32:09.786ZMy parents never let me have an opinion about anything. Ever. Neither will they accept a fact that I tell them, or make a comment about something. They assume I am either wrong or just too opinionated. This upsets me somewhat.
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I cant get into the argument I just had with my parents, but it ended with my mum tellin me that I make her feel inadequate and her friends and the rest of the Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1086817535261793102004-06-09T21:44:00.000Z2004-06-09T21:45:35.260ZI'm down the final three in the Virgin Atlantic interviews. I really fucking want thi job now. Also I met a man, Scott.
Today has been a productive day
That is allAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1086636251770322552004-06-07T19:06:00.000Z2004-06-07T19:24:11.770ZI have an interview with virgin atlantic on wednesday, and I've just found out I have to wear suit and tie. I always feel so fake wearing a suit and tie, and my parents are getting all straight eye for the queer guy about which shirt to wear. I think I should know by now what looks good on me, and thats pretty much anything! I'm very up myself really aren't I? I pretend to be modest but lets faceAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1086299351847869412004-06-03T21:48:00.000Z2004-06-03T21:49:11.846Z
Aren't they lovely Joan?Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1086298765749388092004-06-03T21:22:00.000Z2004-06-03T21:39:25.750ZI'm so sorry for my lack of posting. Well I'm not entirely sure if anyone cares. MY life has become so dull, frustrating and increasingly tiresome. I find myself growing old in my own body, I feel myself decaying and becoming increasingly cynical and jaded. I need to meet someone who can jump start my lust for life, as my existance libido does appear to be dwindling. Do you ever get the feeling Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-108541574171205782004-05-24T16:04:00.000Z2004-05-24T16:22:21.713ZThree things:
The Prisoner of Azkaban
The Show-Girls Aloud
Big Brother 5
I am in a constant state of arousal due to the imminent arrival of said items.
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Yesterday, I'm driving to James's pub in a small country village where their still have craft fairs and real ale, and I get a text message asking me to pick up a bottle of tequila, which I do as i am the nicest person I know. I purchasedAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1085170156929221862004-05-21T19:45:00.000Z2004-05-21T20:09:16.930ZHey Kids! I've been having a meltdown now I have returned home from the heinous university of York (yet I'm still being plagued by the uber-bitch Sue Hardman who thinks I owe her 568 english pounds for being part of breaking a door, and damaging a polystyrene tiled ceiling. She truly is a stupid whore). I've had job interviews and I've been sending application forms off to several wondrous job Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1083874240984509882004-05-06T19:21:00.000Z2004-05-06T20:16:51.640ZI really want to write a huge post. But I can't. It'd be too longwinded a confusing. So I'll condense it.
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Remember Jay Hernandez guy. Well, I got a text from someone called Alex saying that they really liked me and could we meet up again, and yes Alex is Jay Hernandez guy's name. The guy I kinda really liked, and the guy I never expected to call me ever. So you can imagine how excited I Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1083677910591820112004-05-04T13:21:00.000Z2004-05-04T14:40:09.106ZI've been banned from setting foot on university grounds after may 9th. How abso-fucking-lutely hilarious/ridiculous. I wonder what they would do if they found out that I had. I hope that they would chase me and I would be able to exhibit my extraordinarily avanced speed and agility. Then, in true assasin style, I would kick their asses. There is loads of scaffolding around campus at the moment Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1083518430685052242004-05-02T16:30:00.000Z2004-05-02T17:30:48.500ZA guy from a few months ago (w) came over last night. He was very drunk and I wasn't really drunk at all despite drinking doubles since 8.30 and by now it was 3am. My room was a complete state so I ran upstairs a head of him in time to sort everything out (i'm kinda glad because it gave me a legitimate reason to clean up all my crap that I'd left lying around). After a while he came upstairs and Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1083437483484236862004-05-01T18:33:00.000Z2004-05-01T18:55:43.840ZOnisuka Tiger Trainers-From Harvey Nichols-£75
Green Polo Shirt-From H&M-£9.99
Baseball Vest-From Ace-£10
Lunch with Cocktails-From the Elbow Room-£35
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I know it doesn't sound that bad but I really need to curb my spending. I had sushi for dinner and I'm drinking southern comfort whilst waiting to go out. A life of exhuberance has been unexpectadly been thrust upon me. That sounded so gayAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1083324092877132422004-04-30T11:09:00.000Z2004-04-30T11:25:51.140ZI'm boiling over with unjustified rage today. Just to let you know.
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I have a meeting with the academic registrar of the Uni today for a disciplinary meeting for 'trashing the junior common room' of the college, stupid fucking crazy heinous bitch. I'm also quite angry because last night was an absolute waste of time and money, I didn't get drunk or laid and I didn't even dance because we Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1083255262660533562004-04-29T15:53:00.000Z2004-04-29T16:18:39.840ZI've only just got our of bed (its 4.55) because I'm depressed. I don't know why, sometimes it just happens and youn can't get out of bed. I've been dreaming some really weird things, like performing with JC Chasez and the music stopping and I did an Acapella 'Blowin' me Up (with your love)' to save the day. We finished the show with 'Gone' by NSync. The other dream I had was that I was in the Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1083174478696189372004-04-28T16:48:00.000Z2004-04-28T17:53:44.496Z'Malaguena Salerosa' by Chingon is my new favourite song in the world. Mainly due to the fact that its accompanies the best End Credits for a film ever (Volume 2). I can pin point the exact moment in the song when Chiaki Kuriyama appears with her ball and chain:
There she is, just there. I feel I am beginning to become a little too engrossed in the whole event of Kill Bill. But at the end of theAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1083088111817430922004-04-27T17:30:00.000Z2004-04-27T17:54:37.043ZMY WISDOM TEETH ARE FUCKING CANING
(I must be very wise)
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I went to leeds yesterday for the gayest time ever. I went to queens court and danced rather randomly with strange people. It was very much fun and I was very much drunk (no change there then). But the most amazing thing happened, well its amazing to me! I met someone I liked, I mean really liked, not really liked so I'm not Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1082558055821453182004-04-21T14:16:00.000Z2004-04-21T14:38:21.763ZHey.
This is Rachel Bilson of the OC, she's going to tell you all about my last few days:
"Hi there, I'm rachel, its real good to be here and I'd like to thank Andrew for inviting me to fill you in on all the latest fashion and gossip. But before that I'd like to tell you what Andrew has been getting upto these last few days. Well, last time he spoke to you he told you he was going out for Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1082228426896820872004-04-17T18:58:00.000Z2004-04-17T19:04:27.920ZI'm back.
At Uni, and here on the internet. I'm out tonight. I will tell you what occurs.
I'm excited, and you should be too. In the mean time download songs by the Killers and Death Cab for Cutie. they rule xAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1081274151434697772004-04-06T17:46:00.000Z2004-04-06T18:00:32.090ZYo Yo. I shall not be writing on here until i get back to uni because I am so thoroughly busy and happy and fantastic. Thats all a lie, but I have nothing else to write about. Here is a picture of something fabulous to tide you over:
The O.C. Rules!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh and look ever there, something else:
Its ALICIA SILVERSTONE from the new hit comedy/drama MISS MATCH, her sidekick Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1080497942994367252004-03-28T18:07:00.000Z2004-03-28T18:22:36.296ZI had quite a good weekend in a way. I was thoroughly depressed throughout but apart from that, it didn't suck.
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I got to meet my best friends new guy. He was so sweet, and funny and not at all up his own arse like the last guy (who never actually spoke to m and everybody else hated). He kept asking me if I was ok when I was feeling like shit at this crappy bar called 'the loft' (how Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1080249792051452052004-03-25T21:18:00.000Z2004-03-25T21:26:41.373ZAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1080224299563472382004-03-25T14:05:00.000Z2004-03-25T14:21:48.466ZHey
Sorry I haven't posted for a while. I've only just arrived home. I should be happy.
I'm not however. I'm staying true to form and managing to extrapulate the negative from every situation. Which isn't too difficult when you get as good at it as i am. There are many reasons for me being melodramatic and depressed. Firstly,getting a little distance from the cunting Uni of York i thought I Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1079625095342114612004-03-18T15:51:00.000Z2004-03-18T16:29:00.546Z
I'm listening to the greatest pop song ever recorded (above).
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In an attempt to make my life more exciting I thought I'd try some different medication cocktails, I'm not really sure what I was aiming for when I took propranolol, rizatriptan and co-codomol last night (Monsieur le Rainbow Villa will probably inform me later). Anyhow, whatever occurred I ended up getting thoroughly pissed Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1079089239634887332004-03-12T11:00:00.000Z2004-03-12T11:39:29.576Z
Remember them? They Ruled. I'm listening to them now, havin a little bit of a dance.
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I'm going back to the doctor today. I'm filled with self loathing and anger, so it should prove to be interesting. I wondering whether I have offended anyone reading? I mean I'm pretty frank about some things and I don't really withold my opinion. That was a pretty random thought wasn't it, I'm not Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1078772563877643792004-03-08T18:51:00.000Z2004-03-08T19:06:34.043ZW was beaten up on saturday night, I only just found out. It was a homophobic attack apparently, I can't say that I'm surprised, he walks around kissing and hugging guys in public, he was just asking for trouble. I must sound quite insensitive, but I fully belive that everyone shouldn't be completely accepting of gay public affection. For a start, I feel slightly ill when I see straight couples Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1078716331445296022004-03-08T03:19:00.000Z2004-03-08T03:28:36.326ZSorry for not posting for over a week, everything has turned to shit and I felt to melodramatic to even begin writing things down. I thought that if I took a few days to gather everything, it'd be ok, but its not. I've spent the whole week being real depressed and hating everything in a real teen angsty kinda way. I realised how much York university makes me angry, so angry that I refused to go Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1077911614228607292004-02-27T19:52:00.000Z2004-02-27T20:00:34.340ZHA HA HA HA HA, Brittany Murphy (who and I love and adore, now more than ever) Has just outed Tim Kash on Top of the Pops, utter hilarity. Confirms my suspicions. I need to meet him.
Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1077826044421841192004-02-26T19:30:00.000Z2004-02-26T20:10:15.390ZZiggy's didn't disappoint. Not only was the music fantastic (a first for Zig's), but the multitude of hotties was a nice surprise. Granted, half of those I spoke to I had to have the awkward 'so you got home ok the other morning?' conversation, everyone makes a big joke about the fact that I constantly have to pretend to be nice to people just because I've slept with them. Granted, they are all Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1077737889314167982004-02-25T19:32:00.000Z2004-02-25T19:48:04.716ZHellooooooooooooooooo! Gasp. I feel like I've been away for an age. In fact its only been a few days, and that was due to being plagued by migraines, which are the worst things in the world and I hate them. I HATE THEM! I'm off out tonight anyway, to the most rockingest house party in town, to be fabulous and writhe sweatily with several insignificant men. I nought the most vile shirt today for Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1077470193965224122004-02-22T16:51:00.000Z2004-02-22T17:20:32.466ZSundays are boring, fact. Well, actually, all weekend here is shit. I have to find stupid ways to fill my time. Yesterday I sculpted an ashtray, inspired by the shape of a lady's tuppence, out of clay. Also all weekend i have been drawing collage/pictures of the dull events which occur in the common room. Today I pretended to have a baby, named it Chanterelle Fannyhurst, locked it in a cupboard, Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1077389644370565272004-02-21T18:43:00.000Z2004-02-21T18:57:06.546ZHello. Mini-Drama, thought I'd lost my ring, then a Japanese man found my ring, the end.
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Just found out that I'm rated 9.1 on 'hot or not' which kinda made me smile. Eventhough its complete shite and I have red-eye in the picture. Oh well. Look, over there, it's........................scarlett!!!!!!!!!!!
Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1077284329250725792004-02-20T13:18:00.000Z2004-02-20T13:44:14.746ZI'm incredibly depressed today. I woke up at ten and am still wrapped in my magic blanket, trying to avoid the urge to leave my room. Last night I found out that I would be incurring a £150 fine for damage to my halls of residence, which is quite frankly ridiculous as its £150 each for 5 people, and we have not done that much. Fucking bunch of cunts. ALSO!! I saw W in a college bar last night, Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1077166072087721162004-02-19T04:25:00.000Z2004-02-19T05:08:53.373ZI started smoking again today. Its cheaper than buying a bottle of vodka at 12.15pm, and I never realised how glamorous and troubled it made me feel. I sat by a lake and smoked my first cigarette for four years and it felt great. I felt dirty, but relaxed and clear. I don't know what made me do it really. I know that its real bad for you, but to be quite honest the pros outweigh the cons, and It Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1076874509753404292004-02-15T19:48:00.000Z2004-02-15T19:51:05.043ZHe hasn't called. Its time to fuck him overAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1076862314134397382004-02-15T16:17:00.000Z2004-02-15T16:28:32.763ZI'm listening to 'Queens of the Stoneage', its big'n'bashy. We like that.
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After my little rom-com enlightenment interlude I saw W again last night. Well, I make it sound planned, what actually happened was....I was drunk. And I ran around the College breaking into different halls and throwing stones at his window, he wasn't home. So I ran around, aided and abetted by two friends, Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1076716715440330852004-02-13T22:40:00.000Z2004-02-14T17:20:39.700ZI always make resolutions not to drink so much, in order to prevent myself from doing/saying/singing stupid things. I always wake up the following morning, usually next to someone whose name I don't know, regretting opening the second bottle of chosen spirit. I've always known that there are side effects, consequences and even irreversible damage that can come from drinking, but its never seemed Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1076644585491813512004-02-13T03:45:00.000Z2004-02-13T03:58:57.000ZI've been away for a bit. When I say away, I'm mean I've been drunk. Or Pilled. I wish I'd kept you updated but I haven't been in particularly good shaped but neither am i now. I'm drunkety drunk drunk because i've been on a date with vodka. tonight I realised i'm in love with one of my lays and seriously need to grow up. missin you xAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1075926074933733182004-02-04T20:01:00.000Z2004-02-04T20:24:08.000ZI'm listening to 'Hands Up' by TLC. It rules.
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Also just listening to 'I get So Lonely' by Janet Jackson. It rules also.
Anyway, I'm felling real tired again, as per usual but I have to go out later a be fabulous all over town, although I cant even afford it. Not only is money an issue (isn't it always) but I'm finding it really difficult to will myself to do things lately, even getting Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1075833762337733102004-02-03T18:11:00.000Z2004-02-03T18:58:09.436ZI want to tell you a story......But I wont. I'll just tell you what's shit about how the story ended. Well it hasn't really ended, we're just entering a new chapter.
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I have a friend called James and we've been friends for like ever and I also have a friend called Harriett who I am equally as well acquainted with. Since I left for Uni Harriett and James have become real good friends and Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1075722699373112402004-02-02T11:06:00.000Z2004-02-02T11:56:41.560ZDull Dull Dull. That pretty much somes up my weekend. However I did finish the weekend by drinking myself stupid and calling everyone in my phone book to tell them how fabulous they were. Which was quite fun. Half the people didn't even answer their phones, I think they must have learnt by now not to answer when I call them at 11.30at night. I'm almost always drunk.
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My date with the vodkaAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1075488813002487572004-01-30T18:46:00.000Z2004-01-30T18:55:46.890Z
I 'Heart' Vodka, I've got a date with it this evening. Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1075488282067927592004-01-30T18:07:00.000Z2004-01-30T18:48:29.200ZWhy is my life so shit? My quest for medication was only half successful and I've been fucked over furiously by my new doctor. I went primarily to sort out my migraines that are the most awful thing ever (apart from having a hernia and Rye Neck, both of which I have had the pleasure of enjoying before the age of ten) and I thought I'd get medicated. Well I am medicated but with fucking trial betaAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1075393327868378852004-01-29T16:02:00.000Z2004-01-29T16:30:47.216ZLast night I came home from a club at 12.30. I think that speaks for itself.
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I went to the library yesterday and wrote solidly for two hours, handed some work in and then had a baguette. It was snowing again which was nice. I got a phone call from Rob saying that he wanted me to meet him and some laydeez in town for a lil drinkety drink. I couldn't refuse so I left, there and then. I got Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1075270190510061882004-01-28T05:58:00.000Z2004-01-28T06:27:49.263ZIt has snowed. That really excites me somewhat, mainly because originally I'm from kent and it never snows there. When it does it usually just flurries for a few minutes and then melts away to nothing. There's a metaphor in there somewhere, its 6:01 in the morn so I'm not going to bother to extract it.
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Yesterday and today have been pretty uneventful to be quite honest. So I think i'll Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1075154069193670372004-01-26T21:27:00.000Z2004-01-26T22:00:58.060ZRight now, I am drinking water from a glass with Wonderwoman on the side, listening to the new Air album 'Talkie Walkie' and writing my little blog. Its times like these that make me feel that i could possibly be cool. That comment actually made me laugh then.
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I've had quite a productive day. I went to a lecture on Classical Sociological Theory, bought lucozade (mixed berry yummety yum),Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1075080359438520942004-01-26T01:17:00.000Z2004-01-26T01:28:06.403ZJust got back from one of those nights out where you just wished that you were in bed, asleep. It wasn't a bad evening. I went to go see 'Girl with a pearl earring' which, despite being a little dull scriptwise and stop start in direction, I thooughly enjoyed. Also I've just eaten a mammouth chicken pizza and a tub of haagen dazs. I'm gonne be getting fat soon.
My life it seems is becoming Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1075012381250042192004-01-25T06:31:00.000Z2004-01-25T06:48:00.860Z
Just watched this film for the third time. I love it. I'm not entirely sure why. I was discussing before I watched it with a friend that I both love and hate the unnecessary camera work. You know, like lingering shots of rooms when all the people have left, and shots of a doorway minutes before anyone actually walks through it. It just adds to the mystery.
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I didn't go out tonight. Most Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1074945236265921222004-01-24T11:21:00.000Z2004-01-24T12:02:59.890ZWhen I was 17 the slightest inklings of depression began to show themselves. Two years later I feel like they're stalking me. Just today I fine, I was actually kinda happy, and then I cried when I was in the shower because no matter how hard you try the difference between 6 and 7 on the hot water dial is always scalding hot or bone achingly cold. I began to become really upset by it. After my Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1074877234454013182004-01-23T16:57:00.000Z2004-01-23T17:11:11.060Z
I love her. I saw 'Lost in translation' today, and she was stunning. I have no words for her.
Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1074845410951649942004-01-23T10:09:00.000Z2004-01-23T10:11:09.140ZI'm starting to get into this internet blogging malarky. I can now post pictures. Pictures of the most delightful Britney Spears who is about to stun everyone with her amazing talent on her new single 'Toxic'. Oh how I love Miss Spears.
Its now 8.06AM and I haven't been to bed yet, and NO, I don't intend to. I am THAT hardcore. The main reason, however, for my lack of sleeptime is the fact thatAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1074807851403238792004-01-22T21:27:00.000Z2004-01-22T21:46:13.793ZYesterday turned out to be a complete disaster, no thanks to moi. I did go out in the end, to a little place called Ziggy's which is just like a glorified house party, and it was a pretty bizarre evening. I continued to drink myself stupid and was nearly given a kicking by some big Rugby guy because I removed his hand from my shoulder (he said 'don't you fucking shove me etc etc') I got a little Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1074715975469797552004-01-21T20:00:00.000Z2004-01-21T20:14:56.873ZOk, second post.
I'm drunkety drunk drunk and its only 8.00pm. Is that bad?
Realising that uni life at york is absolutely dire, I went for a drink at 3.00pm and haven't stopped drinking since. Also I'm off out tonight ot drinkety drink some more. Bugger.
In the midst of deciding whether or not my life was meaningless and depressing staring through a pint of carling at 3.30pm, I saw a guy I sleptAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360468.post-1074649524257173932004-01-21T01:44:00.000Z2004-01-21T02:04:57.576ZHi.
So this is Blogging.
Its Kinda fun already.
Well its more than kinda fun, I'm feeling exhilerated.
No, really.
Its almost 2am and I need to be in Uni at 9.15 tomorrow, which sucks beyond belief. But Its all part of my 'lets not be a dick Andrew and not go to lectures' kick. So far it hasn't worked, but each day I wake up with a refreshed enthusiasm to do nothing at all. The only thing i Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02380536986314880398noreply@blogger.com