(graham alexander bell. mr burns. dana king. take your pick)
3.20am, still up. been playing with 'las chicas malas', an entirely enjoyable experience. and yet another late night (why o why did i get a computer???).
that date-that-wasn't-a-date really wasn't a date. it was nice spending a bit of time with the girl, but definately no vibe [for want of a less-naff word]. good. phew.
a day off tomorrow... *huzzah* ...what to do? i want to go and buy some big black boots. docs. hideously expensive, of course. and i suppose there will also be the obligatory parental visit.
and maybe i'll treat myself to some new bed linen. ( "oh!" i hear you gasp, "that eroica lives such an exciting life!")
on my to do list:
-learn spanish, at least rudimentary.
-clean room, so at least i can walk from one end to the other without fear of serious injury.
-write all those letters i've been meaning to.
-catch moths for billy fritz.
-cook a decent meal, and actually *eat* it. very important, should perhaps be at top of list.
-return cd to library, and aviod getting anything else out.
-which leads nicely to... read all the books i've got lying around half finished.
just had a thought... greg must have left nz again by now. or in the next couple of days anyway. didn't see him again after that afternoon we spent together. hope he doesn't feel bad about that, i don't!
went out with some friends last night, for a thai dinner and catch-up. i found myself zoning out from the conversations though, what a shitty friend i am. but, to be quite honest, there is only so much talk of male anatomy that i can handle. call me queer...
well, yes, call me queer.
enough for now.