loud fights and whispered conversations
Last night I had a fight with my boyfriend. It was one of the most bizarre to date, for reasons as follow:
1. The fight we had took place within a very loud local rock club, whilst something by Pantera was playing in the background.
2. We were located either by the speakers or right behind the dance floor for the duration of the fight.
3. When fighting, we were both rather drunk.
For the reasons above, I'm not even entirely sure that the fight we were having was the same one, as neither of us could really hear the other, resulting in us both having to shout directly into one another's ears. Eventually, I left when it was clear nothing was to be resolved then and there, heading home and being accosted by a slimey white van man who offered me a lift the top of the hill. Luckily, I was literally at my gate, so I managed to pipe out a polite, if slightly on edge "No thank you!" and ran to my front door. Phew.
So today, Kate and I headed into town for a spot of retail therapy and lunch, a combination when presented to me will instantly lift my mood, although today I have to say, not much. I ended up spending money that I don't really have and can't really afford. However, I'm now in possession of a new rather swish black Vintage Process hoodie, a skull and cross bones vest top and two clutch bags. The mission for a silver clutch bag has been long and arduous. I've spent hours online, hanging around on ebay but nothing has really grabbed me. They've been too small, or too shiny, the wrong metallic shade, with odd openings, nothing has been right.
Anyway, I bought two- a larger silver one which isn't quite the pewter I'd like but it'll do as nowhere seems to do what I'm after, and a sparkly green leather one with studded detailing, but I figure I'll just hide that side. It's a bit smaller than the silver one, hence quite useful for nights of less junk.
I really shouldn't have spent the money. I really shouldn't have bought both bags. In a way, it's my anger towards my boyfriend coming out. After much to-ing and fro-ing about what I wanted for our two year anniversary, I told him a silver, preferably leather clutch bag. For a long time, as I said earlier, the search was fruitless. But then, so was my physical shopping habit. It's getting so bitterly cold so suddenly that my trips out of the flat, bar the necessary, have been few and far between.
[sigh] I should go photocopy. I need to return books for my film presentation and go scout for books I need to write my english worldwide essay this weekend. It's funny how the library changes throughout the year- at the beginning of term, there's usually a handful of third years and eager over-achievers desperate to get books before anyone else. It's only around week 6 that things get busy, and by next week it'll be busier than the on-campus club during freshers week. So at least amongest all the drudgery of the mountains of work, there is at least the social aspect of being able to catch up with people you haven't seen all term as all you scour the bookshelves in vain.
This is what my life will soon be reduced to, socialising in the library. But can it really be a conversation if you're both whispering?[sigh]
1. The fight we had took place within a very loud local rock club, whilst something by Pantera was playing in the background.
2. We were located either by the speakers or right behind the dance floor for the duration of the fight.
3. When fighting, we were both rather drunk.
For the reasons above, I'm not even entirely sure that the fight we were having was the same one, as neither of us could really hear the other, resulting in us both having to shout directly into one another's ears. Eventually, I left when it was clear nothing was to be resolved then and there, heading home and being accosted by a slimey white van man who offered me a lift the top of the hill. Luckily, I was literally at my gate, so I managed to pipe out a polite, if slightly on edge "No thank you!" and ran to my front door. Phew.
So today, Kate and I headed into town for a spot of retail therapy and lunch, a combination when presented to me will instantly lift my mood, although today I have to say, not much. I ended up spending money that I don't really have and can't really afford. However, I'm now in possession of a new rather swish black Vintage Process hoodie, a skull and cross bones vest top and two clutch bags. The mission for a silver clutch bag has been long and arduous. I've spent hours online, hanging around on ebay but nothing has really grabbed me. They've been too small, or too shiny, the wrong metallic shade, with odd openings, nothing has been right.
Anyway, I bought two- a larger silver one which isn't quite the pewter I'd like but it'll do as nowhere seems to do what I'm after, and a sparkly green leather one with studded detailing, but I figure I'll just hide that side. It's a bit smaller than the silver one, hence quite useful for nights of less junk.
I really shouldn't have spent the money. I really shouldn't have bought both bags. In a way, it's my anger towards my boyfriend coming out. After much to-ing and fro-ing about what I wanted for our two year anniversary, I told him a silver, preferably leather clutch bag. For a long time, as I said earlier, the search was fruitless. But then, so was my physical shopping habit. It's getting so bitterly cold so suddenly that my trips out of the flat, bar the necessary, have been few and far between.
[sigh] I should go photocopy. I need to return books for my film presentation and go scout for books I need to write my english worldwide essay this weekend. It's funny how the library changes throughout the year- at the beginning of term, there's usually a handful of third years and eager over-achievers desperate to get books before anyone else. It's only around week 6 that things get busy, and by next week it'll be busier than the on-campus club during freshers week. So at least amongest all the drudgery of the mountains of work, there is at least the social aspect of being able to catch up with people you haven't seen all term as all you scour the bookshelves in vain.
This is what my life will soon be reduced to, socialising in the library. But can it really be a conversation if you're both whispering?[sigh]
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