volcanic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- hot sun hot lurve Blimey. I haven't updated for ages. So much for me having loads of time on my hands to write, eh? I'm still here. I haven't changed my mind and packed up and gone home. Largely because this is my home, now. There's a lovely pair of journalists living in my sweet little house back in Floodsville, so my escape options are limited. Not that I want to escape, anyway. I like it here. The reason- mainly- that I haven't written much has been because the weather has been so stunning it would have been criminal not to lie around in the sun topping up my tan. That and going to the beach after school, which has surely got to be one of the best treats you can offer a ten year old after they've been stuck in a hot sticky classroom all day. I've done quite a bit of shopping, too- new boots (black and kneelength, naturally), new trainers (Black and- ahem assertive, naturally). Most welsh seaside towns offer you a few bargain emporiums, a shop selling novelty rock and a dress shop that sells glitzy, outdated finery to old ladies. thanks to the student population, this place rocks, shopping-wise. I spent far too much money this week, which became a little poignant when the lovely DSS people sweetly explained that, actually, they're NOT going to give me the £85 they promised me. Bollocks. Luckily, the rent came through for my little house back at home, so the cashflow sorted itself pretty swiftly. The only thing that's missing is George. Me and George seem to talk for at least an hour every night on the phone, on top of some rather filthy I'm sessions. God I LOVE IM. It's just about keeping me sane right now. As I type now I'm simultaneously engaged in an attempt to persuade him to come and see me tonight. He has a borrowed car for the next fortnight, and the plan was that he was coming up next weekend. We haven't seem each other for two weeks now, and it's getting hard. (No pun intended there!) This whole thing feels very significant, and now I've had some time away from him to get it into perspective, I'm ready for some physical closeness again. I miss him, it's only an hour and a half's drive away, and I think he should come. Naturally, I haven't told him he's GOT to come, because i refuse to do that whole needy, vulnerable, demanding bratty thing. I had to tell him not to keep telling me he was thinking about coming though, because it feels like a wind-up, and I get all excited and then feel a bit flat when he says he doesn't know if he can. I told him to make his mind up and then let me know... I mean, I can wait 'til Friday, but tonight would be, well.... sooner! 5:42 p.m. - 14.09.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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