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23rd July 2006

Deleting my files on my old computer I found this jem:

'Nothing is completely ok.
Nothing ever lasts.
Nothing works out alright.
Nothing ends without tears.
Someone always lets me down.
Someone always leaves.
Someone always gets blamed.
Someone betrays me.
Someone lies.
Something bad happens.
Even on my birthday…

I’m sorry if you get caught up in my bad luck. '

who was an emo teen?
not meee

'A Song About Myself' - Keats

There was a naughty boy,
A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home,
He could not quiet be-
He tookIn his knapsack
A bookFull of vowels
And a shirtWith some towels,
A slight cap
For night cap,
Hair brush,
Comb ditto,
New stockings
Old old ones
Would split O!
This knapsack
Tight at’s back
He rivetted close
And followed his nose
To the north,
To the north,
And follow’d his nose
To the north.

There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
For nothing would he do
But scribble poetry-
He took
An ink stand
In his hand
And a pen
Big as ten
In the other,
And away
In a pother
Where he ran
To the mountains
And fountains
And ghostes
And postes
And witches
And ditches
And wrote
In his coat
When the weather
Was cool,
Fear of gout,
And without
When the weather
Was warm-
Och the charm
When we choose
To follow one’s nose
To the north,
To the north,
To follow one’s nose
To the north!

There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see-
There he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red,
That lead
Was as weighty,
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England-
So he stood in his shoes
And he wonder’d,
He wonder’d,
He stood in his
Shoes and he wonder’d.

FASHION SHOW

So Owen's has a tradition of doing a themed 'Fashion Show' every year.

Given how many good dancers, singers and actors we have here the production tends to be massive.

our theme was Musicals and we did everything from Grease to Thriller.

It had it's ups and down, it was fucking stressful and the night was a SHAMBLES,

but overall it was damn good fun.

Oh and Andrew got to sit in between my parents.

Sufficed to say, he left at the interval.

11/10/09

8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1
It all came crashing down

'One night to be confused....

one night to speed up truth...'

The most bizarre 'date' experience. 

I was invited to dinner at his house. 

I befriended his flatmates, as is wise to do in these situations.

They loved me. 

We are howling with laughter and at one point they make fun of my date. 

He disappeared after mains. 

We are too bust laughing and enjoying ourselves to really notice. 

30 minutes pass.

He hasn't returned. 

They go looking for him. 

He's not in the house. 

I call him - no answer. 

I wait an hour. 

I wait another hour. 

It's now too late to catch the last tube home, I'm deep in South West London.

With only his 2 male roommates, who I just met. 

Where is he? What happened? 

A total mystery. 

They suggest I sleep in his bed as he simply has not returned and I can catch the train in the morning. 

They say he did this once before in Cornwall when his mother died. 

I feel bad. 

I take my contacts out, I wash my makeup off with a dishcloth (house of boys). 

I put his clothes on as pyjamas. 

I go to sleep, eventually. 

I wake up in the morning. No sign of him, 

I get myself ready and go to leave the house, when I notice in the corner of the living, him asleep on the sofa. 

We lock eyes as I open the door to leave. 

In the shock, I rush out the front door. 

Walking briskly in the cold air I start to feel bad. 

Should I have given him a chance to explain himself? 

What did I do wrong?

Did I upset him? 

Was he upset about something else? 

Is his family ok, did he get a call about something? 

I turn around. 

Rush back to the door. 

I knock. 

He answers. 

I ask what happened, in the most compassionate tone I can manage. 

He says: I went for a walk. 

To Piccadilly. 

I blink at him (half blind without my contact lenses). 

I wait for the truth. 

It doesn't come. 

I can sense that he felt like I preferred his friends to him. 

Like he felt left out or pushed out. 

But this is not valid. 

Can't be a valid reason for how he acted. 

I did exactly what anyone else would have done - I befriended his roommates. 

Bizarre. 

Mimi's 19th

'Tell me where you want your giift guurll'

Whiskey Mist

Goodbye Sweet Baby James dress xxx

Katerina's 18th

30/09/09

Roisin's 18th

Dancing. Bonfire. Fireworks. Chinesse Lanterns &... bus from Welwyn

Nari&B's 23rd

LMFAO

Played a gig at YoYo's, Notting Hill,

I had no idea who they were.

All I can say it that they are insane.

There was a little Mexican 'dancer' man stood with them who took a t-shrit off after every song and the t-shirt underneath had the title of the next song, he also danced like a maniac.

And, poetically, for the song 'Shots' they took two tequilla bottles from the bar and decided to pour the contents out into the mouths of the girls in the front row.

Me included.

'I'M IN LONDON BITCHHH'

LFW Afterparty

MAHIKI

Parents Away

2 weeks of freedom.

This summerises the last week:

'It was rammed and we ended up having a little model chick bending backwards trying to be a gymnast - just a word of warning to anyone trying this tonight - gymnastics should be left to the Eastern europeans who are about 14 years old, no by people under the influence of vodka! It seems like last weeks Drink Responsibly did not get heeded by all!'
- Andrew Soar, invitation to the Movida club night.

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