arrrrgh hayfever!
My eyes are itching. I f*cking hate Hayfever. And I should really stop swearing within the next couple of days! And I should go to bed soon. I've finished packing... I'm off to London tomorrow (today), and then my flight leaves on Thursday afternoon. :/ This is the first time I'm taking a long haul flight by myself! The furthest I've been by myself is to Amsterdam!
I'm quite nervous and I don't think I'm ready at all! I should have read so much more information before hand, but there's just soooooo much. I've read quite enough as it is!
Went to visit a friend today, and I have to say, I hate hate hate East Birmingham. It's horrible. Maybe it's just the memory of school days, or it could be the rows and rows and rows of red brick houses with run down looking shops... the grafitti everywhere! I don't like it.
I was washing the dishes today, thinking about what bus routes to take to visit my friend, and figured I should take the 11, and I was remembering that one time I took the 97 then the 11 then the ** to get home... and as always whenever I think of the 97 I thought of Phil and George... then it hit me really hard that George had been in my dream last night! He kinda does that sometimes... wander into my dreams and I go "hey George" as if he's an everyday occurence and not someone I haven't seen in 4 years. And I thought. "Hey, it's been 4 years. Maybe we could be friends again. I've grown up a bit and if I can still be friends with Ian I can certainly be friends with George, and I'd really like to know how he's getting on and what he's doing and talk to him about computery stuff and tell geeky jokes". And then I thought "yeah, but... how?!"
So I sent Tom a text asking if George was still in London (recall, I'm going there tomorrow) and if possibly I could have his number? Tom says: George is not in London and he doesn't have his number, but he could possibly get it for me if I want?
And you know what, I figured, after all this time, he STILL KNOWS how to contact me. It's not like I changed all my e-mail addresses and phone numbers, in fact, I still have the same phone number I had 4 years ago. My e-mail address really isn't that hard to remember. My MSNM contact is still the same. I'm quite possibly sure if he wanted to he could find this blog on google AND MIGHT EVEN BE READING THIS RIGHT NOW (hello george you scary stalker) and hey, if you are, drop me a line, ok? I'd like to know if you're happy. If growing out of teenagerism and getting the hell away from east Birmingham saved you as much as it saved me. I want to know what you're up to. I have a few things in my life that need resolving, and you are definitely one of them. Help, please?
