Apart from that, I've been through a lot recently. At college, I've given up media and am apparently going to turn to a less dim version of skillmongery - work-based learning skillmongery. I know it's mongeresque, but to tell the truth, I'm all for it. I like the idea of working, even if you end up doing cow-milking, Asda pricing, papergirling, porn site owning (just checking you're concentrating), etc. as well as doing what you want to do (in my case, care). Point is, you get a load of references of how great and dedicated you are and work-type people'll like them. Even if one of them is "Becke did an excellent job of managing my porn site" or "Becke did a great job of helping Hattie make her sandwiches" or "Becke made the best Weebl and Bob I have ever seen, even though the Chris and Donkey sex scene was a bit mad" (it won't be any of those, but meh). Wish I knew how to made Weebl and Bob. I wish I knew how to make sandwiches. But I could make porn alright .... ;)
Ahem. Cold shower. No wait, I'm scared of showers - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARSE!!!1
On the Farleigh social front, still not allowed to see Terry, and still pissed off. But then, worse things could happen. Like, you know, actually seeing Terry. :P Chris is still taking the piss out of me - and I like it. I don't know why, but the stuff he's been saying has had me laughing my arse off. Replace the word "Terry" with the word "Pooka", pretend that someone other than Chris is saying it and it could even be a turn-on. I'm sad. Apart from that, there are some students and care staff who know way too much (Marcelle, Kelly and Sam). God, if Marcelle and Kelly of all dim people guess things, then talking about pink things just isn't discreet enough. Ah well, at least Colleen didn't guess, then I'd really consider myself stupid.
Last and by no means least, Pooka's been really depressed lately (to find out more, read pookatimes). It's not really my place to say much about it, but all I'll say that all the huggles and encouragement of morti and myself seem to have helped him a lot. Pooka, if you're reading this, which you probably are at some point, I love you and all I want is for you to get better.
- k.s. x