Day in the life of.
You know, those people are a whole lot more fun to be around if you're in the right mood. And they're not on poppers or swilling vodka.
I've been hanging with the punk/emo scene today. I suppose i had built up a bad impression of them because last time Kathy, who knows them all anyway, was on poppers and trying to get me to take them, making me pissed off and i was tired and generally a bit low, so maybe it just clouds your judgement of people.
But yeah. I spent the first hour and a bit in town with my boyfreind. If im could see myself typing this a week ago today, i would have thought my future self was lying to the internet. But oh no. And it was great.
Apparently this guys changing his whole outlook on girlfreinds to be with me. Thats... thought-provoking to say the least. He says he's tired of relationships where he just makes out with girls all the time and fucks them and then they break up after a month or so. He says he's 'playing the nice guy' for me. This is a guy who is widely known in our year for being a pervert. My freinds don't believe me that we havn't even kissed yet. They tell me i shouldn't expect them to believe that nothing's happened, after all, it is him we're talking about. But he keeps saying that he's tired of people saying he's a bastard, and assuring me that he's really a nice guy. But that didn't stop him sprawling on an armchair in the connexions waiting room and telling me and Zoe how he hates virgins, how they expect you to be in love with them after you've fucked them and how they're all like (whiny voice)@You can't dump me! You de-flowered me!"
Did i mention this dude's fourteen?
Cheyeah.
He's a manwhore. Okay, a fairly sweet manwhore when he wants to be, and a funny one too, but i don't think people ever really change in such a short space of time.
There was a dude with pink hair in town. He was called Byron, and he was extremely cool, and kind of looked like Kurt Cobain from a distance. And everything he was wearing was pink exept from his trousers. He kind of looked like a walking candy cane.
And there was a dude with a red mohawk and steel toe-capped boots. He didn't talk much.
And an emo girl who worshipped my shoes.
Yeah. The scene can be pretty cool when theres no narcotic substances around.
Over and out.
I've been hanging with the punk/emo scene today. I suppose i had built up a bad impression of them because last time Kathy, who knows them all anyway, was on poppers and trying to get me to take them, making me pissed off and i was tired and generally a bit low, so maybe it just clouds your judgement of people.
But yeah. I spent the first hour and a bit in town with my boyfreind. If im could see myself typing this a week ago today, i would have thought my future self was lying to the internet. But oh no. And it was great.
Apparently this guys changing his whole outlook on girlfreinds to be with me. Thats... thought-provoking to say the least. He says he's tired of relationships where he just makes out with girls all the time and fucks them and then they break up after a month or so. He says he's 'playing the nice guy' for me. This is a guy who is widely known in our year for being a pervert. My freinds don't believe me that we havn't even kissed yet. They tell me i shouldn't expect them to believe that nothing's happened, after all, it is him we're talking about. But he keeps saying that he's tired of people saying he's a bastard, and assuring me that he's really a nice guy. But that didn't stop him sprawling on an armchair in the connexions waiting room and telling me and Zoe how he hates virgins, how they expect you to be in love with them after you've fucked them and how they're all like (whiny voice)@You can't dump me! You de-flowered me!"
Did i mention this dude's fourteen?
Cheyeah.
He's a manwhore. Okay, a fairly sweet manwhore when he wants to be, and a funny one too, but i don't think people ever really change in such a short space of time.
There was a dude with pink hair in town. He was called Byron, and he was extremely cool, and kind of looked like Kurt Cobain from a distance. And everything he was wearing was pink exept from his trousers. He kind of looked like a walking candy cane.
And there was a dude with a red mohawk and steel toe-capped boots. He didn't talk much.
And an emo girl who worshipped my shoes.
Yeah. The scene can be pretty cool when theres no narcotic substances around.
Over and out.
