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Thursday, 27 November 2008 at 13:18
I've had to repair some strained relationships in my day.
One friendship I thought I'd lost, though, isn't. It's back. Repaired -- good as new. Well, it's getting there anyway.
So I'm a bit pleased. Maybe everyone's brain has been addled by the festive season, but I've scraped through and I've got my buddy back.
You know who you are, you maddening wench, you. Cheers.
Also, the Pixar Boxed-Set is only £19.99 in Zavvi. Hint hint.
Thursday, 13 November 2008 at 11:28
Have you ever had a "friend" that you just couldn't stand? You always scrap, claw and fight. You're constantly picking apart each other's behaviour. In fact, they're often in your head, eating away at you when you're not with them -- they just frustrate you that damn much...
Well, I've had an odd few. I've got one right now, even, and all I keep wondering is why I can't let go?
Logically, I should cut them loose. Good riddence. Au reviour. Don't let me swinging the door hit you on the way out. Even if you have to see the person every day, just blank them still. Who cares, anyway? They're nothing. Not worth thinking about. Problem solved, life continues.
What happens, though, is a cycle of irritation.
"Hello."
"Hi."
"How're you?"
"Not Bad."
"...Good."
"Er, well, see you." (walks away)
(Turning to other friend) "Ooh, she gets on my nerves so much, I could scream."
And this repeats daily. Silly little things becoming big things and sucking the joy out of your experiences.
Is it due to some little tucked-away insecurity, perhaps? I need them to like me, even if I don't like them? Why, oh, why? Their opinion's meaningless, I've already decided that. They have a silly perspective, I contstantly discredit them. So, it shouldn't really matter what they think.
Well, I'm cutting the rope. It's done -- severed. I'm just not interested anymore. Boom.
Sunday, 2 November 2008 at 09:12
This year was my first Haloween!
In fact, Haloween 2008 is my first ever holiday celebration. I was really touched by the effort of James, who got me a pumpkin and a carving kit so he could help me enjoy the whole occaision. Aaron was a help too, he let me have my whole silly routine of cracking the glowsticks as we crossed the threshold of the house to go out for the evening, and generally busied around to make it a good night.
My zombie costume was amazing. Aaron pulled out some prostethics from a local costume shop, and between us we were a real sight to behold. My whole costume became a bit risque as my torn jeans tore further. James's old workmate tore them a bit futher, till my boxers became my only line of defence against nudity. It was freezing, too.
Oh, and my pumpkin was the best in the house. This is a fact. The only other pumpkin was tragically destroyed in a freak kicking accident. By me. Thanks to my friends. This really meant alot, even if it's supposed to be a silly night. They came through for me.
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