There's a David Bowie concert on. How can he still be so damn sexy? Mmh. David Bowie in its Labyrinth days, that's what I'm talking about. I seriously need to get laid, because... Well, I've noticed today, I can't stop myself, everytime I see a fit guy (and I mean even remotely fit) I just think... "I'd do him!". I know, a tiny bit vulgar, sorry, but what can I do, my hormones are just going crazy!
So, got my last readings from the library today... I was so pissed off, there was this book I'd been looking for for WEEKS, literally, and today I checked the shelf properly and found out it had fallen behind all the other books. Stupid me! I met Liz and James there, which was nice, I spoke properly to someone for the first time in three days, lol. Being all alone in the flat and with no uni is very sad indeed! Anyway, Sander came over later, and we ended up smoking a bit and sitting in Russell Square, which was lovely... Finally some nice weather, some sunshine, a hint of spring, and I'm leaving to go somewhere else. *sniff*
You know, I never know what to think... Everytime I tell someone "yeah, I'm going home to Paris and then we're going to our country house in Italy" they're like "WOW!". Well, see, for me it's really not that exciting. Ok, they are beautiful places, etc. but for me they're really not that great, because I've got nothing to do there. I'd rather be in London with my friends, time to do some work for uni properly and the possibility of going out. Nobody seems to understand me... :)
So, after some time spent in the park, I got the bus home. And was absolutely disgusted. There was this kind of middle-eastern guy (I'm guessing, that's what he looked like) waiting there. You know, the sort of 40 year old smelly/rather repulsive kind of guy. So we're at the bus stop, and I keep noticing that he's staring at me. Intensely, with a kind of... Rapacious look. In a sexual way. By this point I'm slightly annoyed. The bus gets there, and it's empty because the route only starts at Euston. The guy actually FOLLOWS me and sits next to me (not without looking at me first and giving me a sleazy smile). LIKE I'D GO FOR YOU, YOU SMELLY FREAK! Then he kept staring at me and at my book for the whole journey, approximately 40 minutes. I couldn't wait to get off, I'm telling you. I have to admit, at one point I was actually scared that he was going to follow me home or something. Brrr.
My bags are more or less packed. For once I'm travelling quite light (for my standards). I've got a trolley suitcase (is that what they're called???), a not-too-big bag and my eastpak with my laptop. It's quite good for three weeks! I'm not bringing that many clothes because I've got some in Paris, and I don't need stuff like socks (need to buy some new ones anyway) and jumpers (between me and my mum, we've got enough, both in Paris and Italy). Tomorrow morning I'll check how the weather is in Paris and decide whether I should bring a coat or not... I should bring back one of my winter coats, really, but we'll see.
For once, I feel quite organised.
Random question: have people stopped commenting because I'm boring or what? Paranoia is settling in. And it's settling in for other things as well... I think James reads this now. After a couple of comments he made, I'm almost convinced of it actually. Oh well. *lol* There's no stopping people finding out about this place is there? But most people I don't mind, really. The days of panic are over! :)