peace x.

mask

origami

re-spray

coffee??… barely

Another marathon conversation was had where in we did *drum roll* discover the key to life.

Now then, there are varying factors untoward this. Spiderwebs of ideas.
The basic? If you don’t like someone? Don’t act like you do. If you don’t want to sleep with someone, Don’t. If you do want to? Then do, or at least try, the worst that could happen would be you get turned down, which is exactly where you were before.
NOW I know this sounds simple and very much not like the key to life. There were other points raised such as  ”If you spend four nights in a row with a girl, you’re pretty much in a relationship.. and have to decide upon this crossroad whether to carry on, or essentially, break up with this person.” (Massively paraphrased)
As another friend  pointed out, she found it interesting that we centered our points of view upon social interaction, and not much else.
The thing is, I know I can speak for myself here, but after an epic track stand, what else is there?

Of course i’m looking at this as a jaded bitter soul. But there’s nothing else I can do.

n.b. how come track stands are so much easier in your bedroom than when you’ve stopped at a red light… it’s really annoying!

this looks like it going to be a lot of fun. not sure if i’ll be able to get my bike over to glasgow in time, but i’m gonna try. not looking forward to the saddle sores mind you.

i also managed to catch the lfgss bridges XI ride on the 26th of last month on a buddies bike. here’s the route .

didn’t technically start it or finish just joined in the middle. whatever. here’s a photo from the night.

one more thing. a picture of the raleigh macaframa track frame. man it looks good.

peacex.

The lost art of wine and red bull shots, slowly consumed over the period of a few hours. A truly relaxing buzz (that eventually wears off and leaves you feeling like you’ve been run over by a truck, but somehow survived even though your insides are bleeding and you can’t move your own skeleton).

A recent discovery? The next step in the void search? origami.

I’ve become obsessed with origami… we’ll see where this leads I guess..

This is a waste of blog… I guess i’m still not ready to talk about a lot of things, although I really want to, paradoxical, or moronical? I could just not say anything or I could just write and not put it online… I don’t know.. either way,

It’s good to talk I guess.

BOOM

2. Contemplated never watching movies again.

3. Re-contemplated point “2″

4 Watched Purple Rain.

5. Eaten a lot of burgers.

6. Re-visited mentally, heartbreaking and excruciatingly painful memories regarding my ex-girlfriend countless times over and over and over e.t.c. again.

7. Biscuit Dinner

8. Rapidly improved in origami.

9. Point “5″

10. Fell in love with cycling (once again)

11. Realised my Mum is almost definitely reading this blog.

12. Point “6″.

13. Got extremely caught up in Forbrydelsen.

14. Enjoyed this album.

15. Watched Crystal Voyager.

I  saw a poster a while ago for the dvd to Eat Love Pray, the movie adaptation featuring Julia Roberts, it looks like a pile of steaming crap. There is no way I am going to watch it, not even on a plane.

But listen up.
A lot of people (women) have claimed to find the answer within this book. I’ve never had an interest in reading it until recently where it’d been plaguing my mind.

but yes, the one thing all this did succeed in doing, is make me want to read the book. I’ve also been told that Elizabeth Gilbert’s TED talk is quite amazing also.

urghhhhh.
What have I become?!

Today was one of those buy custard creams, aloe vera drink and cheap wine days. Mum, don’t worry… if you’re reading this, it’s fine. The biscuits were low in sugar… i’m joking. But no i’m fine.

But I did wake up with an overwhelming sense that I will never capture the magic of the beginning stages of my last relationship ever again.. you know, one of those days?

I eventually did get past it, sausage and mash was had (yes, food really is a great healer.)

So, as you can tell i’m having trouble adjusting to being single. I’m about to watch “The Break Up”…
After that?

Eat Pray Love? I mean.. really? Shit.

Fuck!!! I screamed.
I started trashing the room. Lamp, smashed. Speakers? Equally smashed.
Inconsolable, nothing was helping. Maybe I should punch the wall a few more times.
I had been informed that my ex had started seeing one of the worst people I could ever imagine to have existed. But alas, in this current dream I’m in, this human male has no face nor name inside my mind. I just know that he is complete scum.
J, is standing around watching me. Slender, long golden brown hair, a slight underbite. Staring at me with her hazel eyes.. for the umpteenth time this (imaginary?) week asking what I’m up to later on.
I snap…again “Nothing! Jesus.. I dunno.. something!”
She takes off out the door.

Whatever.
I chase out of the room, and run down the street in the direction I imagine that she would have walked down.

Eventually I find her. Explain I’m sorry. In a surprisingly short amount of time, we become great friends, and a great couple. Although there is some slight tension when she receives a text message from Leonardo Di Caprio.. “Why is he texting you!?” I scream.

I should add at that J is indeed, Jennifer Love Hewitt.

My day so far has consisted of writing an essay and playing PES 06. not much to be too proud of really. i also purchased a book off of amazon which i probably won’t read until next year…

It’s that time in the day where I consider just getting in touch with my ex, then realise that she’s most likely way happier now that I’m out of her life.

I wonder what dream girlfriend Jennifer is up to right now?