i didn't realise i hadn't updated this since the day before my birthday. guys, i'm 22, nothing has changed. i feel like i'm on the brink of old age though...
speaking of which, my birthday was spent quietly, seeing giles during the day and then going to a play in some park in east london with kirsty in the evening. from one bout of depression to other ('oh i'm becoming old', 'it's not like being 18 is it...', 'this is the beginning of the end!') i actually managed to have a nice time, walking around parts of london i didn't even know existed and talking a lot of rubbish.
yesterday was spent resting (because i am getting more and more tired by the day - i'll need a holiday after this!!!) and then in the evening going for the quiz at the baring (the pub where kirsty works, which is very local and very lovely). our team was called 'we're gonna party like it's my birthday' (guess who picked the name?) and composed of yours truly, paulie (oh! i'd missed him) and mukesh who i'd already met last week. to our huge surprise we ended up winning... a three litre bottle of red wine, which will be drunk tomorrow in kirsty's garden whilst she's asleep (yes, we have forced her, she's the only one with a garden!).
today i met up with jay (the ex) which was actually pretty nice. slightly awkward at the beginning, but we soon fell into old banter patterns and it was alright. discussed futures, friends, jobs and university. then since we had nothing to do (he's an unemployed bum, i'm awaiting the beginning of postgraduate hell) we decided to go see "lady in the water". which was truly, truly crap. the plot seems to have been written by a child, and even though the whole idea is quite good, the film just doesn't pull it off. i was slightly disappointed, but then shyamalan's films have disappointed me before so... still though, "the sixth sense" and "the village" were bloody good. oh well, i didn't pay for the ticket, so i guess everything's alright.
whilst walking around covent garden, leceister square and oxford street (we did get lost quite a few times, due to jay constantly pretending he knew where he was when he didn't, really) we stopped in a doorway because it was raining, and after a couple of minutes this guy gets there and goes through the door... i was looking at him quite puzzled, and so was jay, and then we realised it was nightcrawler from "x men 2" (that would be alan cumming, imdb tells me). that was kind of cool - how many places in the world are there were you can walk around and just see hollywood celebrities eh? (well, another one would be hollywood)
i've just finished reading "belle de jour: intimate adventures of a london call girl" which was absolutely hilarious and addictive. i can't wait for her second book to come out - i quite literally devoured this one and finished it in about 24 hours. my other latest reads have been "the dice man" by luke rineheart (not quite what i expected, but still strangely fascinating with all of its dice throwing weirdness), "autobiography of a geisha" by sayo masuda (different and more realistic than all of the other ones i've read, even though it's a very simple book) and now "ghostwritten" by david mitchell (who seems to do the same thing in every book, since the structure of this one is very similar to that of "cloud atlas" - it works though). my oxford pre-req readings have been left aside and that is a very bad thing indeed. but who wants to read about anthropology and statistics when they've got a mountain of new novels to get through?
tomorrow night: wine in kirsty's garden in seven sisters, then dinner in covent garden and clubbing in brixton. a proper birthday celebration is what i call a night like that.