I'm not popular am I?

A month ago I was lamenting the fact that I appeared to have very few friends, and nobody was paying me any attention. Things are beginning to feel quite differently now. For the first time in a very long time, I'm actually feeling popular. Like the sort of person people actually want to talk to and spend time with. Maybe I'm deluding myself again, and it possibly won't last, but hey, I'll take advantage while I'm on top. It's true I've been getting out a bit more recently, and have met lots of new people and talked to people more, which is fun. I've also had the Val factor, who's somehow been making me feel good about everyone and everything. Catt's being especially nice to me, meg was flirting the other week, doseybat dragged me off to dinner the other night, eve is genereally being eve and cuddly towards me on email, tish is outrageously flirting here on my journal. Where did all this attention suddenly spring from? Add to that the dozens of comments on my LJ since sunday (39 and counting...) then the result is me feeling wanted.

Thankyou everyone. You've actually made me happy.

Death in June gig

Death in June are playing slimes in a month *huzzah*. And about sodding time too.

The Penguin phoned me up to tell me the good news (I was one of the first to know apparently) and I bounced up and down like a mad thing making silly noises. Quite a strong reaction methinks. I happened to be brousing the children's section of Foyle's bookstore at the time, so ended up embarassing myself in public again.

I'm really looking forward to it. *enthusiastic bouncing*

Val going to France and Italy

Val's just got a railpass for may to travel around France and Italy. I'm sooooo jealous.

And I'm sitting here, thinking, why don't I do something like that? And then I realise I've gotten myself stuck in london by doing this PhD so I can't go away and do things like that. I can't take time off like that. I wish my life was more flexible. I hate being caged in by things, and this has suddenly made me realise the existence of another cage - the 'career' cage. It traps people. I'm not stuck inside yet, bu the PhD is the door into one. And I think I don't want to go that way. I'm going to escape after finishing my thesis and go off and do things. The unemployed are so lucky.

I'll stop ranting now and wish Val luck on her journey. I'm hoping she'll bring back chocolates and cheese.

Organising my life a bit

I managed to do so many things today. Lots of little things true, but I feel like I've actually achieved something. Not anything important mind you. Firstly I managed to post off a card and letter to my brother for his birthday. It took a miracle that that letter got written at all, I've not idea what to write in a letter to my brother. I also managed to find the book. The one I've been Looking for for months, but nowhere seemed to have it. But it exists! It was hiding in the Labyrinth of Foyles, and I managed to make it in there and back alive and in one piece. There was a brief rendevous in a coffee shop to meet a random bloke called Nick who passed me a couple of Mesh tickets. Next I managed to get the forms off LT to refund lost tickets. Then I applied for a replacement student photocard. I then sorted out my ISA (I need to saaaaaaave money as I won't be payed after september *gulp*). Looked into argos to look at strimmers. Phoned my idiot mobile service providers and told them I don't want a contract anymore and they said lots of confusing contradictory things at me so I'm going to try them again tomorrow when hopefully they will have a braincell.

Unfortunately all that meant I got no work on my thesis done today. But hey, I've done virtually nothing on that in weeks, so why start now? *grin*

Now off to write a long overdue letter.