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Well, I had to write an entry sometime...
May. 1st, 2004 12:05 pmFirstly, a little insanity...
And after that, well...
I suppose anyone who is reading the journal might notice that I am a rather fickle journal writer, quite often I only write a journal or diary as an outlet - when I am upset or depressed, to get it out of my system. Seriously. Thereal diary I keep at home gets entries like, once or twice a year, and thwy are always deep, dark and depressing, because that is the mood I am in when I write them. I suppose they are the only times when I can be bothered writig down my thoughts... most of the time I channelt them straight into fiction or leave them roiling in my head.
But I thought, today, I would write an entry while in a good mood.
I turned 18 last Friday, and I am very much enjoying the spoils of that. Had three birthday celebrations, got trashed once, rolled up to work at 8am on Tuesday feeling like I was going to die. Swore to never drink again.
Went to work social last night. Drank again.
Not too much, though, I am not hungover today, which is, by and large, a good thing. Perhaps it was simply because I had to get a cab home, and I don't entirely trust cab drivers, or perhaps it was just because I'd had lots of food for dinner and didn't have sufficient money to buy myself enough to drink to get pissed.
It was a great night. I wiuld like to go out with some of those people more often. Perhaps one, more so than the rest, but.... ahem. Kelly was telling one of the guys that everyone has a crush on at least one person in the store, and was bugging him for who his was. I was so glad she didn't ask me... he was sitting just diagonally across the table. I would have just blushed abominably and thrown my midori and lemonde down even faster than usual.
I had three cowboys. Fuck, I love those.
And... anyone who doesn't drink would have found that sentence indescribably dirty.
There is also a guy at work who I THINK likes me... and I am worried by that, actually. I see him every day, and I talk to him, and h'es told me about his girlfriend who he hates, and he's only living with because he has nowhere else to go, and he bought me a drink last night, and stuff...
Perhaps I am worried for no reason at all, because I didn't think anything of it before, until I mentioned to another girl from work what he had been saying to me, and that he was talking about going into the city after the social, and she thought it sounded like he was asking me out.
And I'm like, worried, because I don't even look at him like that... he's an interesting person, fun to talk to, but he's not my type... at all. The problem is, I keep, like, LOOKING at him, just because I do look at people, sometimes, and when I do, he always seems to catch my eye, and I hope I am not giving out the wrong messages. I cannot imagine how hard it will be to work with him if what I think he is thinking it true, and if he acts upon it, and I have to, like, say no.
I am so bad at these things. Gah. Why is it that I can read these things, and write them, and stuff, but I am so INCREDIBLY bad at them in real life? I am used to being good at things.... and MEN I am just not good at.
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And after that, well...
I suppose anyone who is reading the journal might notice that I am a rather fickle journal writer, quite often I only write a journal or diary as an outlet - when I am upset or depressed, to get it out of my system. Seriously. Thereal diary I keep at home gets entries like, once or twice a year, and thwy are always deep, dark and depressing, because that is the mood I am in when I write them. I suppose they are the only times when I can be bothered writig down my thoughts... most of the time I channelt them straight into fiction or leave them roiling in my head.
But I thought, today, I would write an entry while in a good mood.
I turned 18 last Friday, and I am very much enjoying the spoils of that. Had three birthday celebrations, got trashed once, rolled up to work at 8am on Tuesday feeling like I was going to die. Swore to never drink again.
Went to work social last night. Drank again.
Not too much, though, I am not hungover today, which is, by and large, a good thing. Perhaps it was simply because I had to get a cab home, and I don't entirely trust cab drivers, or perhaps it was just because I'd had lots of food for dinner and didn't have sufficient money to buy myself enough to drink to get pissed.
It was a great night. I wiuld like to go out with some of those people more often. Perhaps one, more so than the rest, but.... ahem. Kelly was telling one of the guys that everyone has a crush on at least one person in the store, and was bugging him for who his was. I was so glad she didn't ask me... he was sitting just diagonally across the table. I would have just blushed abominably and thrown my midori and lemonde down even faster than usual.
I had three cowboys. Fuck, I love those.
And... anyone who doesn't drink would have found that sentence indescribably dirty.
There is also a guy at work who I THINK likes me... and I am worried by that, actually. I see him every day, and I talk to him, and h'es told me about his girlfriend who he hates, and he's only living with because he has nowhere else to go, and he bought me a drink last night, and stuff...
Perhaps I am worried for no reason at all, because I didn't think anything of it before, until I mentioned to another girl from work what he had been saying to me, and that he was talking about going into the city after the social, and she thought it sounded like he was asking me out.
And I'm like, worried, because I don't even look at him like that... he's an interesting person, fun to talk to, but he's not my type... at all. The problem is, I keep, like, LOOKING at him, just because I do look at people, sometimes, and when I do, he always seems to catch my eye, and I hope I am not giving out the wrong messages. I cannot imagine how hard it will be to work with him if what I think he is thinking it true, and if he acts upon it, and I have to, like, say no.
I am so bad at these things. Gah. Why is it that I can read these things, and write them, and stuff, but I am so INCREDIBLY bad at them in real life? I am used to being good at things.... and MEN I am just not good at.
