tigerpig

i have just finished reading the wasp factory, and for one of those books that EVERYONE said i should read for at least the past 7 years, i was none too impressed.

i was hoping for some super twist at the end, and kinda felt a bit let down but it, even though it wasnt what i was thinking.

i didnt care too much for the characters or there situations or how their situations got resolved.

so now im reading jude the obscure.

i have a huge crush on a boy who is just like Jude. it is terrible. humiliating in fact. it is an e-crush. oh the shame!

i never thought it would happen to me. i comfort myself with the idea that he is most likely an asshole in real life like all the others. he is most likely bald, fat and short and a jeohavas witness or something.

if he is bald im going to name him 'slap head'.


anyway, i have just returned from the lake district, where i wrote a lot of 'romantic' themed poetry while disobeying the strict constraints of rhyme and meter.

it was all aweful. but i did pay homoge to coleridge, blake, shelley, wordsworth and byron, so im happy in that regard.

i stayed at the vicar's, who has a habit of cooking things he finds in the woods. i have never made such stinky farts in my life! i squeeze them out quietly as i can and look accusingly at strangers afterwards. this lessens my embarrasment and amuses me to no end.

if there was an elevator handy, id let one out in there just as i was leaving. mahahah! oh evil suburbian terrorism!

last night i went out dancing with peopoe from work which was naff but ful of eye candy and alex lip-kissed me. he inplied there would be pashing later on but then karl tried to pimp the poor boy out to me for 20 and i didnt have the money.

i went home alone and caused a flood in the house because im jinxed and then went to sleep to the sound of water dripping through the roof onto the tiles downstairs.

that will teach me for living in a 16th century chapel.