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Last night for the first time in absolutely ages I put on my dancing shoes and headed into town.
In fact this was to be my first big night out as a red head...
As I entered the club I noticed the most beautiful man on the dance
floor. About 6ft 2 with dark hair and huge blue eyes, all the hens I
was with swooned nad swooned... I looked at him in awe as I headed over
to the dance floor... He walked straight over to me and whispered
something in my ear... and of course he was Irish.
'I can't play tonight' I explained. 'It's my friends hen night and its all about her having a good time, not me'.
'Ahhh girl - no problem - I think we can manage both' he winked.
So, he sat me on a step, stopped the whole club dancing and (to the
delight of my hens) arranged a giant game of spin the bottle*.
Eventually it was his turn to spin... and he picked up the bottle,
walked straight over to me... took my hand and said 'Now, seriously
girl. I really need to talk to you outside'.
But we didn't really talk.
Later, I had to return to my hen party and so I sent him on his way...
It's kind of good to see that magic can still happen - even though I'm
so terribly old ;o)
Ahhh.... still... they go... and they come.
* All facts in this piece were actually true when going to press
I am so tired....
That I may vomit on year eight...
Some thinking...
1. I *heart* my third year class and will cry buckets when I have to leave them...
2. Hitler has a terrifyingly mesmerising effect on people when they watch a video about him. He is the only thing that can keep the boys on the back row completely silent.
3. I do know why I am feeling deperately horrid and unresonable today but that doesn't mean that my desire to kill is any less extreme.
4. 6.50am is too early to have to get up every working day for the rest of my life...
5. If I don't get a teachers job this year, should I take my masters in either a) London Studies or b) Cultural History
6. Do you have to pay to join the British Library?
7. If binge drinking is so bad, perhaps I should get trashed tonight and every night for the rest of my life...??
8. Why do ex boyfriends always text you when the sun comes out? Especially why do they text to say that at some point they will call. Why not just call? Or more to the point - don't.
9. I think I am allergic to my fake tan. This is alarming and about to become more so.... Seriously.
10. The bell has gone, I am going to sit on a desk and eat chicken sandwiches. I may flirt a little. But then I may not.
I'm sick
Give me sympathy.
Ahem...
*Looks down*
Should have stayed in bed.
What a difference a year makes....
Jojo and Em just got me wondering what I was up to a year ago... so I cranked back the pages of my blogs to spy on my former self...
I sort of wish that I hadn't looked. I remember so vividly waking up
somewhere else entirely...and I wonder if I'm happier 365 days later?
Certainly I'm busier (I just turned down a date with a nice man because
I don't have a spare weekend date in my diary until August and that's
just silly).
I've done so well this year... you guys have seen how I've worked so
hard... but am I, after all that, any smarter or any closer to finding
the pot of gold?
Or is it pointless wondering because we are all in the hands of fate anyway and there is nothing that I can do about it?
Perhaps I need some new shoes?
The emancipation of Daisy
1. I am at school but feel no better and I have three spots on my face. I am hoping that they look sort of like beauty spots... but I feel that this might be unlikely. Is it possible to catch adolesence?
2. My new phone is very pretty but should not have bleeped during morning mass. That was naughty naughty naughty!
3. I am teaching American politics today. This would be laughable but I seem to have mislaid my sense of humour.
4. I made a decision last night. That I have been waiting and waiting for a man to buy me diamonds... but the fact is that they never do (apart from my lovely lovely daddy who has bought me several over the years). So, I bought my own. Sort of an early self congratulationary present. The first of many probably.
Now... once I've grappled with American politics then I just have to get my head round the English ones.
Those bloody Pankhursts have a lot to answer for... if they had just stayed sewing by the fire I wouldn't be in this position... the position of choice and having to use my brain..... and probably some handsome Mr Darcy type would have bought me diamonds!