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I spend the latter half of the afternoon/early evening with Grant yesterday. Despite the awful weather, and the fact that he's been working a lot and was tried and a little scruffy... I felt slightly guilty at dragging him around and monopolising his time, but he said he didn't mind. It was still a pleasant time, in which we wandered through at least four bookstores, one or two CD places, and Toyworld. Plus a walk along the waterfront.

And this was well, although conversation was difficult around Lambton Quay with the busses, the music blaring out of stores, and the construction work. But, well, we did end up in quieter places where conversation needn't be conducted at the top of our lungs.

We also saw the sister of one of his ex-girlfriends, one he's still on good terms with. She had very pretty red hair... but then, there was the other ex we passed in the street. She looked awfully smug, and I can't imagine why, unless it had absolutely nothing to do with us. Somewhat eerie that we should pass her again later, in a different part of town. Especially as Grant had seen her maybe three times in the last year, and then twice in one day whilst in my company. Would have been funnier if the second time was while with another female friend, leaving her confused as to just who the hell he was with.

I had a craving for fish'n'chips, so we had that for tea and a drink at the Irish pub. All very well and good and he walked me home afterwards. It was an enjoyable evening, and I'm glad that we can spend time together without having "hiding from the world for a wee while" ~my euphemism that diea rather likes. ;)

Anyway, offskis now.

Fin.

So, yeah, I'm not going to make a post-reading-HBP-opinion post. I've left comments strewn about, yes, but I'm not making an entry. I've developed my opinions, theories, and hurrah'd my true predictions. It's something I'd much rather discuss with someone than turn into another somewhat ranty entry. Nevertheless, despite the fact that on occasion I felt like I was reading a fanfiction, I did still enjoy the book. Particularly chapter two. And that is all I will say here. For now.
Wednesdays are my new easy day in my schedule. We lost three girls in the hall from last semester, and gained two others. I'm not sure what the other two are studying.
I got a call last night about the body painting. Yes, I'm doing it. I have to be there really early, like. Hope I get a decent artist to paint me. No idea WHAT I'm going to have painted on me, but hopefully it will turn out well. Free bar tab, anyway!

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How y'all doing?

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Mum took Gary to teh hospital b/c he's in a bunch of pain.

I'm left to my own devices.

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It is 7:21 a.m. I don’t know why I’m up. Oh, yeah… no ride. *stops* My spacebar key is faulty. I used to use this computer in computer animation last year! Allow me to switch computers before I continue.
*blinks* There is no sign of Rhianna or Matt. Rhi said I should come to 125 in the mornings when I don’t get a ride. She and Matt aren’t here. This makes me sad. How am I to hang out with them in the computer lab when they don’t show up? I hope they’re not invisible.
There is an assembly for freshman, juniors and seniors. Poor sophomores still have to test. If I can get away with it, I will not go to this assembly. I don’t want to listen to some motivational speaker. I’ve had enough. No more!
Here’s Rhianna! Woo.
I have worn high heeled sandals three days in a row now. Surprisingly, my feet aren’t killing me. If my legs hurt, it’s because I ran a mile yesterday and I didn’t stretch before or after. That was stupid of me, but I preferred to hang out with Jerrod. Obsessed? Me? Never.
I have two hours in this room. Two hours to much around. Two hours to wish I had MSN to see if I could get one last glimpse of Celien.
Here’s Matt! Woo.
Matt has just handed me the Psionics handbook. Be afraid. Be very afraid. *laughs evilly* Can you imagine a kinder? Can you imagine a kinder assassin? Can you imagine a psionic kinder assassin? *grins* I love it; I’m either a dragon, wench, succubus, or kinder… at least, I’d want to play any one of those. “A soulknife recognizes his own mind as the most beautiful—and the most deadly—thing in all creation.” Scared yet? “Thus, for many soulknives, adventuring presents an opportunity to do what they love most: Wield the idealized blade of their innermost desires.”
Oh yeah, so, Rhianna’s computer also has a faulty spacebar. It’s not the one I was at before. Maybe that was the one I had last year. Still, she has to fuss with it. And she didn’t move, because Matt arrived.
Haskins heard me laughing and said we’re not allowed to be having fun. It gives school a bad name. So I told him we were laughing in the face of adversity. Then Rhianna ran over her bag. Like I said; laughing in the face of adversity—just not my own!
Oh my, last night I dreamed I was walking down the halls at school, and started singing some random tune that was running through my head. You know, not the kind with actual lyrics, just a kind of… melody. And I remember thinking, “Wait, I didn’t mean to do that out loud.” But it was so real, for a while I was scared I’d actually done it. Thankfully not.
Eee! Rhianna just hit me again. For no reason. Trouble is, she hits my arm, and nearly went too far. If you catch my drift. I hope that’s all you catch.
Wow I don’t like Hotmail sometimes. I wish they’d change their layout again. This one is ugly. Always thought it was. I’m just waiting, hoping the next one will be better. I know it’s bad if I begin wishing for the layout they have now as opposed to whatever new one they finally give us.
I think I’m hungry. This isn’t good. I had breakfast. It was a bowl of cornflakes. And a glass of apple juice. Although I nearly didn’t finish the apple juice. But I did. And then I kept having to remind mum to start the dishwasher going before we left.
*smacks at Rhianna for trying to push keys on ~my~ keyboard* Back off, onna! Write your lj entry, there’s a good girl.
I have plans to watch Equilibrium today. I have no idea what it’s about, only that Sean Bean is in it. Celien thinks I should watch Ocean’s 11 instead, and I might watch it after Equilibrium. See, as much as I love Clooney, Pitt, and Damon, I’ve never seen Equilibrium. So it’s sort of like I’m being faced with two evils (only it’s two goods), and I’m choosing the one I’ve never tried before.
Wow my arm hurts. Damn Rhianna for hitting it.
“Rest assured that each and every word you utter will make the point you intend for it. When you're asked for your opinion, don't hesitate to give it. You'll be discreet, polite and objective.” That’s my horoscope. Make of it what you will.
Oh dear, Rhi’s doing her story—OW! OW! Wench. “Bite me.”--*hits Rhianna* again, the one with me and Matt. It involves a refrigerator, apparently. See, she’s going to post it on her lj, this time, and it’s a sort of sequel of the one she posted on her dj. I’m scared.
Well, no, I’m not. Because I get to be a vampire.
Have you had enough? I’m not sure I want to go on. I do have two hours. I could create quite a stream of consciousness in that time. You might get bored. You might not read it all. You might not read it at all. That would make me sad. I like people reading my entries. I like them having something to say. I think I will end this, for your sake.
Haha, I just tried to bite Rhianna. STOP HITTING ME!

Fin.