Oh my God the LGB was SO bad yesterday!!!! SO SO SO BAD! As it happened Loz couldn't come cos she was working, so Mark and I met up for a drink in Bia Hoi and basically spent the evening with each other and to my great surprise it was very pleasant. I had a chat with Ryan in the bog of the Fire Station when he asked about Jay - I really see what you mean, Jay, lovely features but not quite on that face... Uch ended up going to Fuel, and stayed there for about 20 minutes! Natalie and Andy, I'll give them their due, look fabulous on the dance floor. So I caught a taxi home, and pigged out and chatted with Amy and Nicky. Either side of Fuel was fun, but Fuel itself, as expected was SHITE. Mind you, on of the bartenders looks a bit like manager Chris...

AIYA! Have had a very productive day thus far - I even wrote some of my REALIZM essay and did Juan Inglaterra's work but then brought it home with me. Fotis. Spoke to Julia for the first time in a Yonk, which was nice. I now have a Pastrami Special Sandwich from Woody's, which I am going to devour soon.

Last night Ben (C) and I ranted for ages about the lack of good gay guys around. We reached the following conclusion:
1) They're all straight.
2) Bugger.

I saw a bloke with an absolutely MASSIVE nose in the Library today, poor sod. And a guy outside Scott's Pantry with nice lips. The sandwich isn't as yum as I hoped. I should have stuck with the Chicken and Bacon with Mayonnaise and Salad one.

Today I bought the Girls Aloud album Chemistry and tickets to see Rachel Stevens at Frouk on Friday. Rather unbelievably I'm off again on Friday, which means I'll definitely be working Climax Friday. Buggers. Apart from that I seemed to have achieved remarkably little except getting 75 (says Judith) in my Spanish presentation despite only being reminded about it 40 minutes previously and miraculously knocking out 200 words of my Realism essay before Marianna's class. Obviously I am being productive now (I am actually, I've finished my Catalan essay; just need to print it out).

On a different note, Mark and I are evidently on "civil" terms. I had this impression on...Friday, it was. When I was with Matt and Sam and Mark was mouthing off about being "American" and obviously knowing the details of territorial ownership on Keflavík air base. Sigh. And when we were in Fuel, I felt a bit tied to him when I wanted to go and speak to other people. O que seja. I daresay we're never going to get along properly any more, I just can't get on with him like I used to, don't know why. C'est la vie, non?

I'm feeling quite mellow actually, the stress of work seems to have passed now I've actually made a start. I shall attempt to clarify my alternation paragraph in my Phonetics essay and that will get me on my way. I managed to wangle a week's extension off Katya for the group! Fabulous! Go me! I wasn't even trying! Although the progress I have made on my Realism essay is now stuck on my Uni account cos I forgot to re-email myself. Merda.

What to get Mum for her birthday? I need something, I have all wednesday to do it though. That said cos I'm working hideous hours this weekend I need to get my essays finished ideally by then. We shall see. Tomorrow night is out workwise, I'm going to LGB (only because Loz is going to see Natalie - I wonder if I'll end up feeling like a gooseberry. I daresay James will be there. I think the name has been tainted by you-know-who. He doesn't deserve a capital. I might even be vaguely interested if he came and talked to me. But Petróleo, no! A late bar, conceivably, like the Common Room (God we ended up there for a couple of drinks last night after the staff meeting, with Sean Jenny and Liz all making appearances [Ben reckons Sean and Jenny's going to happen!] and at one point Sean was stood up, and I cocked my head to read what it said on his trousers, and obviously looked like I was just staring at his arse [not that I wasn't], causing Bev, Jenny and Rachael to scream laughing! I also met a gay guy called Matt [aren't they all?] who was going to go to Fuel after work. I mentioned I didn't really like it and he said he didn't like Climax. So there we go!).

Um I think that's all for now. That War and Peace. I shall probably add more soon now that I'm only a newbie.
Bona nit x x

Well I'm stuck. I haven't actually done very much work. And I've just watched the video for Biology which I just spend decided whether I prefer Nadine or Cheryl from Girls Aloud. Fotísimas gracias. I badly need a shower. I've just found out Katya's essay is due for Friday. Dios. Mío. I love good news. I think palatalisation is the most important thing in moulding Russian Phonetics. BUT I DON'T BASTARD CARE! And my Catalan essay on electrodomèstics shows just how little I really care. I will be mega-annoyed if I get nothing more done before this meeting tonight. So here I am typing away on me new bloody "Eljay" How chic of me. I have had four slices of marmite on bread cos I don't have any cheese or tomatoes. Fot. Oh shut your silly Colombian face Shakira. I need something to make me feel less annoyed. Prozac might do...

My first entry! How exciting. I hope I can actually be bothered to write in it vaguely recently. Well I should be writing my Russian Realism essay but there we go. Ooh, what a complete list of moods! Hopefully one day I shall be able to put "quixotic". "Idealistic without regard to practicality" is what Dictionary.com says. I think I'm quixotic quite often. Re: The move next year from Barna to St. Peterborough in two days :S :S :S :S Marvellous.

I am thankfully recovered from Friday's excesses :S I reckon I just worked through it... Well I have Russ in the palm of my hand, seeing as I'm doing him the favour of staying on at the Place until the end of December. Giving in, possibly, but the money will be welcome, especially seeing the hideous expenses I have in front of me: Mum's birthday present (probably some Narciso Rodríguez if I can get hold of any up here), a new phone (as cheap as poss.), and my little jaunt to Escòcia. What a stream of consciousness, but these things always are.

I wonder what our little staff meeting is about tonight - being in the same room as Liz, Sean and Jenny might prove a bit much, but my urges have been somewhat stifled due to the hideous amount of beer drunk on Friday. Thank Christ - the quasi-obsessive crushes on people are never very much fun. Have just thought of a strange mix of the three of them in one body - it would have fantastic tits, be extremely pretty, be quite tall and have brown eyes and dark hair. Unsure of the sex I would want it to be though... Perhaps gone a bit far there.

To return to the theme of essays, I don't know where I'm going to get my Russian quotations from; “бедный, бедный мой Евгений” is hardly sufficient. 260 words already! YEAH! Safe as fuck. I should probably read Otche Nash for tomorrow too. And do Laia's homework. And Marianna's. Work work work - just as well I've got today off and decided not to meet Andy for lunch. At least I've made a start on the Realism essay... Must meet Judith and consult with her about it... Right I think that's all for now. I shall probably add some later on. Fins ara x