Another day, another dollar
And so my life of working at the computer continues unabated; well ok, that's not strictly true, I watched a load of tv, talked to people on messenger and listened to music - anything to avoid actually earning money. Oh, and I went vegetable shopping. Wow, my life is just filled with all kinds of excitement! Thankyou to msn people for keeping me company throughout the otherwise extremely tedious transcribing of forms - there are more to go.... don't stop now..... I need you!
A conversation took place today on messenger at approximately 5am English time that can only be described as "interesting", involving a Uni friend and some minor (major?) revelations. Note to self; apparently when a guy turns up at your house with books to revise, this doesn't actually mean that he wants to revise. Even if there are exams the next day. Thank you for clearing this point up - three and a half years later.... As it happens we didn't revise anyway, since we were/are both slackers and hate anything remotely connected to revision, so we went to a coffee place in Withington and had hot chocolate and those horrid 'Burstin Bugs' things. What a random memory. So, for all the guys out there who actually DO want to revise with girls for exams, well done you. For all the guys who are just using that as an excuse to go round to a girl's house: make sure you pick someone better at reading signals than I was.
A strange one this; I have just realised that although I am extremely good at picking up signals related to other people, I am crap at reading signals related to myself. Maybe this is true for everyone? I can't tell when a guy likes me unless he jokes around with me; give me a guy that keeps his distance and isn't touchy-feely, and I'm screwed. Can't tell bugger all from him. But put two strangers in a room together, and I'll soon know how they feel about each other. Sometimes this is a gift; other times it's a bloody curse, mainly when it involves someone you like and someone you think likes them. Maybe I could be a PI for people who think their spouses are having affairs? Hmm, a whole new career vista is opening up.
Anyway, I waffle. As you can tell, the main gist of this is that I have done nothing of any material use today, but have talked to friends instead, and that is worth all the money I earn......
A conversation took place today on messenger at approximately 5am English time that can only be described as "interesting", involving a Uni friend and some minor (major?) revelations. Note to self; apparently when a guy turns up at your house with books to revise, this doesn't actually mean that he wants to revise. Even if there are exams the next day. Thank you for clearing this point up - three and a half years later.... As it happens we didn't revise anyway, since we were/are both slackers and hate anything remotely connected to revision, so we went to a coffee place in Withington and had hot chocolate and those horrid 'Burstin Bugs' things. What a random memory. So, for all the guys out there who actually DO want to revise with girls for exams, well done you. For all the guys who are just using that as an excuse to go round to a girl's house: make sure you pick someone better at reading signals than I was.
A strange one this; I have just realised that although I am extremely good at picking up signals related to other people, I am crap at reading signals related to myself. Maybe this is true for everyone? I can't tell when a guy likes me unless he jokes around with me; give me a guy that keeps his distance and isn't touchy-feely, and I'm screwed. Can't tell bugger all from him. But put two strangers in a room together, and I'll soon know how they feel about each other. Sometimes this is a gift; other times it's a bloody curse, mainly when it involves someone you like and someone you think likes them. Maybe I could be a PI for people who think their spouses are having affairs? Hmm, a whole new career vista is opening up.
Anyway, I waffle. As you can tell, the main gist of this is that I have done nothing of any material use today, but have talked to friends instead, and that is worth all the money I earn......
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We never believe people like us, but we're perfectly willing to understand that they like others. It's hard to be perceptive when your own inner voice is contradicting whatever is plain for everyone else to see.
-Shaw
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