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yay for americans again Sep. 30th, 2006 @ 04:04 pm
so after i'd decided long ago never to date any more americans, what happens? i've started seeing an american girl called alana, who's just arrived here in london to start an MSc. i met her at a party on thursday, which was being hosted by a girl on my course for her boyfriend. the party was kind of rubbish, so me and alana decided to spice things up a little bit by making out in the kitchen. great stuff.

she is really cute and i like her a lot.

the only difficulty is that i had been seeing someone already who i'd met at a party last weekend. another cute girl, called tori, however with tori i think our relationship would be really serious, but with alana i can see myself having more fun. which is really what i want out of a relationship right now.

oh, and as you might already have noticed, i started my course at the london school of hygiene and tropical medicine on monday. nothing stressful yet, this week was a fairly relaxed orientation period where i got to meet the rest of the people on my course. and out of 17 people on my course, 2 are male. result.

well, it is and it isn't. it's nice to be surrounded by women, but maybe i'd feel a little better if the ratio wasn't quite so extreme. especially with me seemingly in super-slag mode at the moment. if i mess around too much, i'm going to become hated by pretty much the whole of the class after half a term...

but still, it means plenty of opportunity to make female friends, and then to meet friends of friends... seems to be working so far...

punishment: 50 lines Sep. 21st, 2006 @ 04:54 pm
i must not start slipping back and pining after stevie again
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done

sore losers Jul. 25th, 2006 @ 01:25 am
so i'm mr magoo apparently...
http://headstone.play-cricket.com/content/view.asp?id=10111089&cid=218&tid=14&referer=&fixture=&team=29841

ok, now this is getting silly Jul. 16th, 2006 @ 12:24 am
so now aey's just accused me of stealing money. don't know how much, but by the heated discussion that's going on next door, it sounds like £1000.

right. i have totally lost all sympathy for her. this shit is taking the piss.

Jul. 11th, 2006 @ 12:07 am
richie and aey are in their room.

arguing.

they've been arguing at the top of their voice for half an hour.

this is fucking ridiculous.

i want to go to sleep.
Other entries
» stand-off
times are still pretty fraught in the koosh household. aey had agreed to move out today, but she looks like she won't budge. she hasn't packed her things, but instead, has spent the entire week moping around, looking miserable, and cutting up photos of her and her ex-boyfriend, and destroying things that he gave her.

her friend tye really wants her to move in with her, but she just won't move. you'd have thought, a week after creating a massive scene and dragging all those around her into this mess, she'd have moved on from rock bottom and started doing something constructive. but no.

in other news, me and caroline are still going strong, however she's going away for a month diving in the red sea. time will tell how we still feel about each other when that month's up, but a long time apart will swing things one of two ways - either we'll miss each other loads, or we won't. at least then we'll know where we stand.

things are starting to move re: my masters course as well. i handed in my notice, i'm leaving my job in 6 weeks. i already have shitloads to finish off at work, but then i can start finding a brand new bachelor pad in central london. i'm dead excited about that.
» from amazing to distressed
friday june 30th in kooshland:

the mundane: work work work was boring boring boring

the good: but i managed to get off work at 4pm to watch the football in the pub, which was pretty nice

the highs: i went on a date with caroline from the korfball club. somebody i'd really clicked with during the previous week in stoke. i had to ask her friend for her number as i didn't get time after the tournament, but this proved useful as she put in a good word for me. the night went really well, and ended in a nice walk alongside the thames, and kissing. she caught her last train home

the really really lows: i'm very very glad she didn't come home with me. about half an hour after i get home, my housemate aey comes back drunk as a lord and within about five minutes i hear a shout of "mike!" from upstairs. i go upstairs and find richie pinning her to the bed, her with a razor blade firmly grippped in one hand and streaks of blood on the other wrist. i then spend the next ten minutes trying to prise the razor out of her hand. she'd been trying to kill herself and had richie not pounced on her instantly the whole scene would have been a whole lot worse.

I have now gone from having the time of my life to being distressed beyond belief.
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first update for a while.

since april in fact. it's been a bit turbulent, without much going on.

emotionally, i've been mostly down. claire hooked up with someone else and that unsettled me. i still haven't heard anything about funding for my course yet, and that's making me nervous. so my general mood over the last few months has been vey susceptible to being unsettled.

london has been feeling a very lonely place recently. i've been making friends and acquaintances, but not really finding any strong connections where i feel some sense of emotional... well... whatever it is. i used to know, but now i've forgotten.

recently however there has been someone at work i've got on well with - that'd be kirstie, who sits quite near me in the office and we keep each other sane. i don't think she's girlfriend material - i don't think i'm her type for starters, i'm not a huge muscle-bound rugby player - but it feels like we've made some sort of connection and and that's a good thing. she's also pretty hot as well.

i haven't had a shag in months, and that's starting to bother me. i haven't even had a snog either, which is what's *really* bothering me. i have become so defensive and my heart's been hardened that in a lot of ways i'm not myself any more. i just "do my thing" without really being truly me, because for some reason it's got into my brain that being me is a bad thing.

on the plus side, today was the first day of my week off. which is long overdue.

blablah blablabla blaaah blah.
i can't even be myself online any more
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I got accepted onto the masters course! Woo-hah!

Now it's just a question of funding...

I'm excited. My life is finally seeming to turn a corner and for the first time ever, I'm getting a clearer picture of what I want to do with my life and what I want to achieve. I can definitely see my days of spuffing aimlessly about in London having fun but ultimately doing pointless crap might be coming to a close.

But not for a couple of years yet. I still have a masters to start and finish!
» teetoballs
so i've gone teetotall.
one week in, it's already been reeeeal hard.

but it's something i just have to do.
» and 3-2-1 you're back in the room!
I'm back!
My MSc application is done, dusted, and delivered. I went back to UCL Maths Dept (shudder...) to collect my reference and then walked down to Bedford Square to deliver it by hand.

Woooooooo-hah!
» korfball
Me and Sam turned up to a game stupidly early in the morning expecting to do some scouting. Instead I ended up reffing the game.

I gave my first ever yellow card today.
» *ahem*
Auuuuuuuuuuaaaaaauauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaauuuauauauuuauauuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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it's amazing how much writing someone a heartfelt letter, taking it round their house, dropping it through their letterbox, and walking away again, lifts a huge weight from your shoulders.
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valentines schmalentines.

valentines is not in the least bit stressful if you're one of those sickeningly blissful happy couples who let's face it, there may be a bit of a dilemma about a couple of things, but all in all you know it's going to work out well and you'll most likely get a shag at the end of the evening.

valentines is also not in the least bit stressful if you really aren't interested.

valentines is an absolute bitch of a day if you're single but interested in someone. do you say anything? will it be taken seriously? what do you say? something big? something small?

i'm stressed. shouldn't be, but i am.
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But today nothing matters because not only did we win the general knowledge round WE WON THE SWIMMER QUIZ JACKPOT!

For those of you who don't know the jackpot is where you get 5 ridiculously hard questions, the answer to each being a number. You add them up and the nearest to the correct total wins the money (so long as you're "reasonably close").

This is good because

1. Jeebus be damned. All our answers were just a little bit too high, except the last one which was way too low, and ended up 6 away. Normally we get all the questions spot on, except one, which is way off.
2. Holy crap batman. Last week no-one won so the money rolled over to this week. So that's like £156.
3. Plus the £20 drinks voucher for winning the general knowledge round.
4. There's only 2 of us on the team.

You do the math. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HAH!!!
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This will be of no interest whatsoever to anyone reading this, but it irks me so much I've just got to get it out of my system.

Highbury Korfball Club is the only korfball club in north London, plays all its home games south of the river in Tooting, about 40 minutes from Highbury by tube. Some of us live even further afield, in places like Enfield, Tottenham, Hackney, Wanstead, etc. and these dedicated individuals travel at least an hour for EVERY single game we play.

Because of this isolation, we've had hardly any assistance with regards to refereeing training. Hence, no qualified referees, which leaves us in the shit when it comes to fulfilling our refereeing commitments each season.

So, taking the initiative, I decided to get qualified as a referee. Two assessments and a couple of cancelled assessments later, having travelled all the way to effing Croydon on a weeknight to take the theory exam, I still haven't qualified, though am making some progress. However, I can't do it on my own.

So, taking the initiative again, I'm trying to organise a session in Highbury, for all our players to attend, inviting other clubs whose players live not too far away (i.e. maybe within 40-50 minutes away, about as far as we travel EVERY WEEK) to see if anyone's interested in joining us. It's only fair that we try to bridge the gap, right? We've been doing it for years, how about returning the gesture?

So here's the email I get back:

"Thursday is our training night too so that fits in well. I am not sure how our interested players would feel about going to Highbury in the evening as obviously most of us are south of the river. Will leave Alison to check with those who are interested/come up with a central location."

Where do they think we fucking come from, the North Pole?
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Oh my.

I need to stop getting so angry and emotional when I'm drunk.

Maybe I need to stop drinking.

Jeebus.
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yo!
AMERICANS!

why are y'all such fucking bitches?

ok, no wait... let me elaborate

Mallory from pittsburgh, surely it's not correct manners even in pittsburgh when some guy walks you home to fucking kensington, to tell him, oh you'll be lucky if you ever see me again.

FUCKING BITCH.
scuse me while i rant some more after i've just had to get 2 night buses and then WALK BACK HOME FROM WHERE I MISSED MY STOP

BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH

love and kisses
A VERY ANGRY KOOSH
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you know that feeling you get when you've just been sent reeling, but you can just feel that something else is just round the corner which is going to send you even more reeling?

"spidey senses" i think it's called...
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