Clear eyes in your coffee.

I decided to step off my pedastool about the new girl. I'm sure I'll get over it, and since I've hardly been here and when I have been, she hasn't. I'm sure it's going to be fine. Moving on from that.

Same flat mate though, fuckin Nathan! Who organised the mass-invite party, and made the decision of a new flat mate without talking to me, again at 4am woke me up with music and loud drunken people. I went out there to ask him to turn everything down, luckily he'd just seen most of the people out and then went back to my room. I slammed my door. It was immature, but I was furious and half asleep. Once I'm in my room I hear him say to his mate, "Look what I have to put up with motherfucker."

I fucking fumed.

What HE has to put up with? The audacity of him. What an arrogant cunt. Because being fucked off with not getting enough sleep for an early start is so much worse than keeping people awake at night, and making decisions on behalf of other people. He mad me so mad it took me about another hour to fall asleep.

I got back into bed and all I could think of was violent ways to show him he's an asshole. Like throwing him down the stairs, or putting clear eyes in his coffee to give him the runs. Mmmm... cathartic. I wouldn't do that, but I have fuel to move out.

Lack of sleep means having a shit day at work, and having a shit day at work means coming home shitty to deal with more shit.

I feel better now. In lighter news, things are well with me. I spent another relaxing few days with Eoin at his Dad's place. Was lovely as ever. He is so good to me. It's strange though, I feel like I often get shitty at him for things he hasn't done, I think because I'm so used to assholes and expect him to behave the same way. I'm overly defensive and "prepared". I don't like it though, he doesn't deserve it and I just want to be lovely back. Working on it working on it. He has the most gorgeous voice, when he croons? kroons? kroones? I can't spel it, you know, the type of singing that Dean Martin does. anyway, it makes me melt. I'm going to try and coax him into serenading me for my birthday.

On the work front, I politely turned Okra down. The iPod technician job I did early last year is available again and I'm totally keen for it. I won't come home sticky anymore! Well, I'd be concerned if I did anyway. Going to call the guy on Tuesday and see if I can get in there, if I can't oh well. I'm no worse off than I am now eh?

I'm having lots of ideas about what to do about my living situation, and my antisocialism, but nothing to announce. I need to start seeing people again, and doing things. My priorities are in list of

New Job
Cello lessons
Flatting
Seeing people more


Seems fair.