Once again....

Dear Diary,

For some reason, I'm in a completely non-blogging mood at the moment. I don't know why, but I'm spending all my time in a complete state of lethargy - everything from blogging to job-searching is just taking a collossal amount of energy. All I can think about doing is seeing Joe again, and it's driving me mad. I don't want to be the kind of person who focuses on nothing but her fella, and I'm sure it's possibly an unappealing trait. But truly, I have so little else to focus on at the moment - I wish it wasn't true, but it is. Hmph.

Work last night was nothing to write home about. Apart from the cracking tips I made (I broke the £5 barrier! Woo!), and the fact that a band of local boys who ended up becoming massively sucessful are coming to grace our nearby park with their presence this weekend. It was ALL anybody in the pub could talk about. Not in a good way sadly, all they could do was moan about the trouble it'd cause, the weekend it would ruin and the sheer darned stupidity of it all. Yeah, never mind that one of the most famous bands IN THE WORLD is coming to our little village in what could be the most exciting event this one-horse town has seen in, oh, I don't know, the last 20 YEARS??! Tsk, senior citizens. They're never happy about anything.

I, for one, will be there with BELLS on. Or rather, sat in the back garden with a glass of wine, listening to the strains of their 90's anthems floating over the neighbourhood. The park is only round the corner from where I live - and if we could hear the soundcheck well enough from the PUB, it stands to reason I'll have a fantastic seat at my house. I won't be able to SEE them as such, but fuck it, I know what they look like - what more do I need?

Moving onto tonight, which was...... interesting, to say the least. Went to Deaf class as usual - wondering exactly what the rules were between Joe and I..... considering that last time I saw him we were lying semi-naked in his Saab. Well, it was fine. In fact, it was more than fine - we swapped vomit-inducingly cheeky texts and spoke in our own little code...... hiding in plain sight, asking questions and revealing titbits we already knew about each other, inside-joking right under the noses of our classmates. It was weirdly exciting, if I'm honest.
Oh, and my first exam date is set - 9th of July. Eep.

Once out on the street after class, we shared a private kiss, went for a drink and decided to go for a curry - for some reason I was starving, despite having tea earlier. It was lovely, though - we chattered over a prawn korma about our families and the sign language exam. Afterwards he drove us down an incredibly long dark and bumpy road to a lay-by near the motorway for some "alone time." The car bonnet was involved, and that's all I'm saying! Although I may now have a cold.....

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P.S: Strange but true fact of the day - I have discovered, after a little online research, that a fear I've had since I was a child, a fear that has always stuck with me, and caused Mum to constantly tell me to "grow up and stop being melodramatic" - is in fact a highly uncommon, but recognised phobia. I am TERRIFIED of balloons - mostly when they pop, but especially the look of them, the noise they make as they drift eerily along, bumping into each other, and even worse - not KNOWING when they're going to pop. Forget the clown - this scene from "It" was the only part of the movie that scared me to death. Somehow knowing the name of this condition makes me feel legit, like I'm ALLOWED to be fearful after all. Ladies and Gentlemen, I have Globephobia.

Current Mood: pleasantly exhausted
Current Music: "Suede" - Tori Amos