And Thus It Was Saturday
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Saturday began very oddly for me, in that, I was still at work when the clock struck midnight, and Saturday 5th August 2006 was born. I finished, got paid 100 english pounds and decided whether to go the house party I had been told about, the pub that served late, or my friend who was awake even later. I eventually opted for the 'go to bed you have work in 12 hours option', which led to trouble sleeping and eventually a dream where I was at work 
I now have to mull over I shall do with my Saturday night. Seemingly everyone is partied out from Friday, I should really save money for leeds which is 3 weeks today, but I can't abide a Saturday night pretending I'm a female Night Elf Druid called Jahiera in the magical world of Azeroth again (a.k.a play World Of Warcraft).
In other news I have embraced a strange craving for Bloc Party, particularly 'Banquet'. I can't decide whether to save for a Suzuki Marauder or a Ford Cortina. I need a new pair of shoes because all my trainers are either on the verge of death or smell like death. I would like a pair of Doc Martens but 60 quid is 60 quid I don't have. Oh I also need to sort out my student loan for my changed degree (changed from English Lit and Film Studies to Computer Technology (CISCO Engineer training = money). I have work again tomorrow at 7pm. My 'girlfriend' is coming round for an hour or two before she goes on holiday for a week. I say 'girlfriend' because we're kind of seeing each other but she may be taking it more seriously than me, where as I'm in two minds and going with the 'well there's nothing better at the moment' philosophy. Which is probably wrong of me, but f**k that I haven't had any action since last year.
What is even weirded is I had to work a shift with my brief ex-girlfriend last night, and we got on fine. Though she was more like a girl who was a friend and things got lusty for a few weeks as opposed to a 'we bought each other presents and said soppy things' girlfriend. I have so much free time yet I am failing to embrace the creative projects I want to accomplish, musically and otherwise. I personally blame marijuana and poor fitness, the fitness down to my cruciate ligament deciding to collapse again and the doctors wating to scan before surgery.
In closing I caught myself singing Wham! on two occasions today, 'Club Tropicana' and 'Last Christmas' (in August, WTF?) respectively. Which means I need to shave before I become George Micheal.
Yes I am a bastard, but you already knew that.
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