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Life On Mars, episodes five and six
Mar. 15th, 2006 06:39 pmAh, lovely day. The weather is beautiful. It's icy, icy cold and bright and a little windy and everything looks pretty. I went to Southport to meet Claire, who met me with the words: "Oh my god you actually exist!"
I do, 'tis true, and so does she, but I get it. I think of her with a background of Oxford and dreaming spires and the Covered Market, and not, well, Southport. And I know she lives here, but well, I don't know it. But I do now, and we had a nice afternoon wandering aimlessly about, buying CDs and sandwiches and discussing what we would each do if we were queen of the world. She also got some photos developed, featuring the whole gang during eighth week, including a night I don't think I've written about when we all went to the Cellar and got very, very drunk. You can tell this in the pictures. Very drunk. My abiding memory of this night, however, is from before it started, when we were queueing up outside. Sky being Sky got to chatting with someone in front of us, and standing there in the half-light streaming out of the club and down from the sodium lights, I got to thinking idly that the boy Sky was talking to was possibly the most beautiful person I've ever met in my life. He was beautiful. He had lots of thick hair and a cravat and pretty, large eyes swept with eyeliner and, yes, beautiful. After a bit Sky introduced me, and all at once I realised that his name is Patrick, he was in Make Him Cure Me with Sky back at the beginning of term, and he looks so different out of costume that I just hadn't noticed. I aimed a whisper at Pat's ear, but sadly Sky got in the way. "Patrick," he said, directly, "Iona wants to know if you're gay."
"I am, sorry," he said, looking confused.
"I only asked because you're so ridiculously attractive," I said, and promptly started banging my head against the wall due to the whole not deserving to live thing. Later on, when a lot drunker, I grabbed him and apologised profusely, and he said it was quite all right and gave me a hug and kiss. So, there's another one on the pretty-gay-boys-I've-fallen-for list. Siiiigh.
It was rather nice - I'm talking about this afternoon now - but I sitll feel tired in my bones as usual; I think Hilary is just taking time to wear off. I'm off at some unearthly hour tomorrow to Manchester (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clareyperson, purplerainbow, I'll be at Oxford Road at 10.40), but not as early as Pedar, who's starting at 4.45. That's not morning. That can't be morning. Some nights I haven't gone to bed at that time. It is silly. Anyway. Moving on.
I carried on watching Life On Mars today, and am now on episodes ( five )
Episode six, though, I didn't like as much, ( because )
Moving on a little further, I have fifteen more icon spaces! This is joy! It's all I need - I don't ever use a full hundred userpics - and I am going to celebrate by uploading a terribly, terribly angsty Life On Mars icon for use in terribly terribly angsty situations. Heee.
Now, I have to go write a CV. Woe is me.
I do, 'tis true, and so does she, but I get it. I think of her with a background of Oxford and dreaming spires and the Covered Market, and not, well, Southport. And I know she lives here, but well, I don't know it. But I do now, and we had a nice afternoon wandering aimlessly about, buying CDs and sandwiches and discussing what we would each do if we were queen of the world. She also got some photos developed, featuring the whole gang during eighth week, including a night I don't think I've written about when we all went to the Cellar and got very, very drunk. You can tell this in the pictures. Very drunk. My abiding memory of this night, however, is from before it started, when we were queueing up outside. Sky being Sky got to chatting with someone in front of us, and standing there in the half-light streaming out of the club and down from the sodium lights, I got to thinking idly that the boy Sky was talking to was possibly the most beautiful person I've ever met in my life. He was beautiful. He had lots of thick hair and a cravat and pretty, large eyes swept with eyeliner and, yes, beautiful. After a bit Sky introduced me, and all at once I realised that his name is Patrick, he was in Make Him Cure Me with Sky back at the beginning of term, and he looks so different out of costume that I just hadn't noticed. I aimed a whisper at Pat's ear, but sadly Sky got in the way. "Patrick," he said, directly, "Iona wants to know if you're gay."
"I am, sorry," he said, looking confused.
"I only asked because you're so ridiculously attractive," I said, and promptly started banging my head against the wall due to the whole not deserving to live thing. Later on, when a lot drunker, I grabbed him and apologised profusely, and he said it was quite all right and gave me a hug and kiss. So, there's another one on the pretty-gay-boys-I've-fallen-for list. Siiiigh.
It was rather nice - I'm talking about this afternoon now - but I sitll feel tired in my bones as usual; I think Hilary is just taking time to wear off. I'm off at some unearthly hour tomorrow to Manchester (
clareyperson, purplerainbow, I'll be at Oxford Road at 10.40), but not as early as Pedar, who's starting at 4.45. That's not morning. That can't be morning. Some nights I haven't gone to bed at that time. It is silly. Anyway. Moving on. I carried on watching Life On Mars today, and am now on episodes ( five )
Episode six, though, I didn't like as much, ( because )
Moving on a little further, I have fifteen more icon spaces! This is joy! It's all I need - I don't ever use a full hundred userpics - and I am going to celebrate by uploading a terribly, terribly angsty Life On Mars icon for use in terribly terribly angsty situations. Heee.
Now, I have to go write a CV. Woe is me.
