needless complexity

Mark Ronson & Amy Winehouse - Valerie

"I have yet to see any problem, however complicated, which, when looked at in the right way did not become still more complicated."
-- Poul Anderson

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First off, here's a friday 5. I know it's Wednesday, but I've been meaning to do one every week for ages and - well - I never have time to do it on an actual Friday! So here goes.

1. What playground game do you remember most fondly?
There was this game where you had to stand on a bench or somehow keep yourself off the ground to prevent yourself from becoming "it." It was like a more complex, dangerous version of Tag (we usually fell off the benches or slipped over.) Either that, or hopscotch. Old skool, mang.

2. What playground game did you just hate?
I liked pretty much every playground game.

3. Which playground apparatus did you most enjoy?
The skipping ropes were the best, but I also liked the hopscotch area that had been painted on the ground...

4. Which playground apparatus did you generally avoid or not care much for?
We didn't really have apparatus, per se. These were the days before our school got climbing frames and slides. In fact, I'm not sure if they ever did...

5. What playground game might be really fun if grownups played it with adult rules?
Probably British Bulldog. Nice, juicy violent fun for all ages.

Secondly, I really, really wanna see enchanted. I am pissing my kacks with anticipation, believe me.



I know, the trailer says "This Thanksgiving..." and it's now Christmas and it's taken this long for us limey Brits to watch the flippin' film. But I wanna see it so bad!

So, now all that's out of the way, you're probably wondering how my life's going right now. My best answer would be "stressful and action-packed, as always." College is still hectic. Boys still confuse me. Mumski still infuriates me, despite my love for her. Life remains the same, still so bloody unnecessarily complex, and I feel no less anxious.

I've had to send my ucas form back and forth between myself and my form tutor, because she leaves it until the last minute to find something wrong with it. *wrings hands*
I've changed my uni choices, so now I'm applying for nottingham, sheffield, aberdeen, university college london and bristol. Let's hope they accept me. I have multiple worries and limitations over the whole thing.

I'd been angry with Carl over a huge misunderstanding. Basically, our mutual friend and colleague, Steve, told me that Carl didn't like me and wanted me to leave him alone. I was a bit stunned by this as he'd been the first to put the moves on me in the first place, but I was also upset that he'd have the nerve to lead me on like that. Steve told me that Carl was a "two-faced cunt" and advised me not to trust him. I kinda want to be able to trust Steve, so I did as I was told, and approached Carl with caution. But when I spoke to him myself, he told me he liked me and that, had he not been living with his ex-girlfriend, he'd already have "had me in the shed out back." Well, I suppose it wasn't that romantic a situation after all.

Fastforward to Monday evening, and it's the staff-only cookout where we get to sample the food from the new menu (and the wine, too.) Carl and Dean offered to share a cab with me on the way home, as it was extremely late by the time we'd finished and I'd told my mother not to pick me up (I didn't think it'd be fair on her.) Sitting in the cab on the way home, Carl moved his hand over, imploring me to take it... and I did. I don't think that Dean noticed.
I'm happy that he feels this way about me, but I must confess to feeling a little apprehensive. He still lives with his ex. He's not going to be able to do anything properly with me until he has moved out, which he claims will be the beginning of next year. I doubt Steve would lie to me, and I'm wondering if Carl is just advancing on me for an ego trip rather than out of hopes for an actual relationship. I dunno, I feel so jaded after everything I've had to deal with over the years that I can't successfully trust anyone any more.

Sigh. He likes me, I like him. You'd think it'd be dead simple... so why is it so bloody complicated!?

Update by Sarah @ 22:22, Wed. December 12 2007


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