Yeah, I used to write about Zoë with the regularity you wrote about Rosie, but I've only seen her once this year. She was a daily fixture in my old diary, definitely. Couldn't have done school without her.
I might see Kayleigh in the future, but there's really no point convening with the rest - we had nothing in common. It'll just be tight little smiles and waves whenever I see them again.
She's doing art foundation, I think. Or maybe whatever comes after that. Definitely an art course anyway.
I might be going to Portstewart next week but the weather suggests otherwise. What kind of July IS this? I don't feel particularly impelled to return to Sheffield yet but the housemates are moving in today - hopefully it wasn't some essential rite-of-passage for me to be there. It sounds as though my proposed room's being traded as well, booooo. Guess it's my fault for not going along.
Yeah, I meant to ask about that. Didn't want to sound too insensitive if he was maimed for life. While Salty runs free pissing in peoples' eiderdowns. Or whatever he did to your flat.
I caught glimpses of someone elses ball pictures the other day and can't believe yet again that another year has passed... i am terribly fond of your former room reminds mr of 'i'm a loveman' fun times... gutted on the whole gatecrasher front:) but delighted that you are home and do not need to build an arck like noah or those two charactes in the millers tale... i can't quite rember their names. anyway looking forward to seeing you soon my most wonderful friend xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I loved my room, in a way. I loved how much light there was, and staring out at the peaks if I had to write an essay. I also loved that my shampooed rats-tails were hidden to the public.
Still, it's great to be out. Obviously we'll have more visits to one another in the year to come, Love Man? I think so.
I scoured some ball photographs the other night and panicked. It was a short enough night when we were there, how dare it be a distant memory for people younger than us? Still, come home soon, Chen, and we'll get proper chips like before.
I tried to do one of these for A (chip of the old) Block, but it was vastly inferior and, besides, 20six decided I was logging out without warning before I finished.
I'm glad to have left some mark on Brocco The Pristine, if only a minor regulatory matter. That sort of fiery attraction your old abode has kinda justifies my existence more than a year of drinking out of cupped hands ever could.
I wish I had more pictures of my own escape. It was somewhat less than epic in a smashed fire-alarm, lake throwing, intruder bashing, not sleeping, throwing-a-lot-of-things-away manner, but it made for an interesting weekend.
Kudos on the celebration in Sheffieldian Grey that your photographic representation of previous environs are. They should make a paint colour just for that peculiar shade of battleship.
I am returnéd, indeed. I fumed for many an hour about my entry being sucked into the ether of the internetherworld, but I've been busy enough to produce enough experience to write another five/kill the ennui that produced that lost one.
I hear Uncle R wants to see you Thursdayly. I shall graciously run distraction and deflection if you are so cornered.
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Yeah, I used to write about Zoë with the regularity you wrote about Rosie, but I've only seen her once this year. She was a daily fixture in my old diary, definitely. Couldn't have done school without her.
I might see Kayleigh in the future, but there's really no point convening with the rest - we had nothing in common. It'll just be tight little smiles and waves whenever I see them again.
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I might be going to Portstewart next week but the weather suggests otherwise. What kind of July IS this? I don't feel particularly impelled to return to Sheffield yet but the housemates are moving in today - hopefully it wasn't some essential rite-of-passage for me to be there. It sounds as though my proposed room's being traded as well, booooo. Guess it's my fault for not going along.
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Still, it's great to be out. Obviously we'll have more visits to one another in the year to come, Love Man? I think so.
I scoured some ball photographs the other night and panicked. It was a short enough night when we were there, how dare it be a distant memory for people younger than us? Still, come home soon, Chen, and we'll get proper chips like before.
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I'm glad to have left some mark on Brocco The Pristine, if only a minor regulatory matter. That sort of fiery attraction your old abode has kinda justifies my existence more than a year of drinking out of cupped hands ever could.
I wish I had more pictures of my own escape. It was somewhat less than epic in a smashed fire-alarm, lake throwing, intruder bashing, not sleeping, throwing-a-lot-of-things-away manner, but it made for an interesting weekend.
Kudos on the celebration in Sheffieldian Grey that your photographic representation of previous environs are. They should make a paint colour just for that peculiar shade of battleship.
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I hear Uncle R wants to see you Thursdayly. I shall graciously run distraction and deflection if you are so cornered.
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