volcanic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i've got a little list Well, good people, it's a bit of a volcanic miscellany here tonight... I'm going to try numbering things, in an attempt to make some kind of ordered sense of it all. 01] Big enormous thanks and big buckets of respect to all of you who did something about this. If you try the link now, you'll get the next part in the story. And, to those of you who didn't get round to joining in the outrage, look at it as an example of how things CAN be changed for the better, when people who care are prepared to put their necks on the line. As my best friend's mum said to me once, "If you keep sitting on the fence, you get splinters in your arse..." 02] Work's shitty. No staff and little respect for those of us who do turn in. But hey, two more shifts and I'm off for ten days, and two more weeks after THAT until I hand in my badge and my keys and wander off to Wales to live in artistic and scholarly poverty. Life's grand. 03] I still don't have anywhere to live in my new hometown. This is a little alarming. I e-mailed the nice ladies at the accommodation place, and they e-mailed me back to say they're getting some confirmation on my application, and will then attempt to allocate me somewhere. However, there's a LONG waiting list, apparently. Quite where that leaves me, I'm unsure. Does that mean I've got no chance, a slim chance, or that I'm quids in. I await enlightenment. And hopefully a new address before too long. 04] Yesterday I spent an afternoon in the blazing sunshine, at a World Music do. Splendid fun. Fatboy participated in a Samba drumming workshop, and then did some Japanese drumming as well. He rocked, big style, and made me very, very proud. Then he went off for a wander, and perched by all the big smiley rasta sound engineers, making friends and stacking empty soft drinks cans on the speakers, where they jiggled with the excessive bass vibrations. 05] I wore a dress. It wasn't even black. It was white with a delicate hearts and flowers print, AND, shock-horror, a halter neck. I looked gorgeous, and I know this for sure because one of the Cuban guitarists told me so. He told me that the colours looked stunning on me (red and white on lightly-tanned and brunette hair all curly Ms V), and I was very flattered. I think he wanted to kiss me as well, but I didn't let him because... 06] ...I went with a bloke. Yup, that's right, a real live, hot-blooded member of the male species. He rang me up (twice) before we went to make arrangements, turned up on time, and walked home with me afterwards. He's a good friend, who I've known since I was a student. In fact, when I was doing my nurse training, we went out for a date once, but I was very nervous, talked bollocks all evening, got drunk and was generally a little scary, I think. Bah, I don't know. We didn't get through all the wine we took with us, and apparently he's going to come round to drink it with me one night this week. We'll see. 07] I think I'm rather attracted to him. This feels a bit odd, because a) I don't really trust my judgement about men anymore; b) I could never believe for even a nanosecond that anyone who wasn't a freak or a deviant could possibly be attracted to me and c) I'm moving soon, aren't I, so getting into any kind of man-woman situation right now feels complicated. I definitely don't want a full-bore, hard-core, world-turned-upside-down mad lurve thing right now, because I don't have the time or the energy or the focus to devote to it (and of course I'm being presumptuously precocious assuming that THAT might happen anyway...). On the other hand, a little distraction, good company, nice nights out and nice nights in, with the occasional Saturday night sleep-over would be most welcome. Then AGAIN, he's my friend and I wouldn't want to let some mad summer fling disrupt a pleasant friendship. Bum. I'm going to have to trawl all the horoscope sites now, until I find one that'll give me an acceptable answer. 08] My head's a bit frazzled, so I'm having a bath now. Goodnight, dear things. 9:47 a.m. - 15.07.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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