GOSS

foreign country, wallet stolen, three more weeks here

insurance company useless, one card left, limited funds available

royal mail strike the week my new cards are due to arrive - the week i have visitors from london who could have brought them over

homesick/left alone

miss the cat, miss real cups of tea, miss phonecalls inviting me out, miss the internet at home, miss skimmed milk, miss my dad, miss english conversations

feel like i will run out of money and fail

hometime please.

h8

new music
dubstep
other people
rain
cancelled plans
not being clever enough
not trying hard enough
being a bit emo
accusations
lack of teleport machine
email
flathunting
politics
boredom

Let's look again.

Just eight days until shit gets real.

Feel the need for new shirts, clean trainers, summer cardigans, lose weight, drink less, fitter happier more productive. Consumer and cultural materialism.

I haven’t sat down in an exam hall for three years. It will be fine, I’m sure.

19th June. English exam.
22nd June. German exam.
24th-29th June. Glastonbury.
2nd/3rd July. Blur?, London.
11th July. Loop Festival, Brighton.
12th July. The Field, London.
17th-19th July. Latitude Festival, Suffolk.
21st July-1 September. Berlin, Germany.
11th-13th September. Bestival. The last of the summer.

Then all of a sudden I’m in Paris.
When I get back it will be five days until I go to New York.

The sun is out and March seems a lot brighter than it did.

summer dates.

It is March. I am thinking ahead.

14th-16th May. The Great Escape.
19th June. English exam.
22nd June. German exam.
24th-29th June. Glastonbury. NB sort ticket/guestlist/entry.
11th-12th July. Loop Festival, Brighton.
17th-19th July. Latitude Festival, Suffolk.
20th July-26th August. A month or so in Berlin, perhaps.
1st August. Field Day. Will it make me sad not to go to Field Day if they have a good line up? I could always fly back for the day.
28th-30th August. Reading. I should probably go to Reading, even if it’s just to be seen getting drunk in hospitality.
11th-13th September. Bestival. The last of the summer.

This could all look a lot worse than it does.

nanny state blahblahblah

but why can’t we just ban cigarettes. just.so.nasty.