what a lovely housewarming party we had! i think it was the first one in any house of mine that ive truly enjoyed all the way thru. despite running off to my room and playing piano for like an hour. but that was your fault. you asked me to.

so... discussions on poetry with dave and simon and andrew, all new but quite exciting, some benoir loving, winey hands and beery breast (or was it the other way round?) and a rota of people crashing out on my bed (hi kate and pickles).

weirdest occurrence of the night: in the act of kicking out some lairies it turns out i smoked with one of them (hi other simon) when i was 14 and hanging out with nick et al in london. then he had long hair and a hawaian shirt. i told him i think i had fancied him. he told me he thought he had fancied me. it was quite odd.

so it was a beautiful night which ran and ran and ran and thanks for the smiths and the swordfighting and the poetry guys and come back any time.

so..back to the now. which is already the then. gosh isnt time crazy.

staving off a nervous breakdown by skipping spanish class in order to get out reading for the essay for next week i was told about today, and to write the album review (dead brothers arrived chiz chiz) that was in for this afternoon.

wonder if this means ill never be fluent...

rachel wrote me a poem that i think is inspired by something we spoke about at the party: writing about emotions. i feel somewhat inadequate now. its too fucking good. and blatantly shes gonna read this (hi rach) and think im having a go but im not. im just aware suddenly of my own inadequacy. and petty jealousy. i showed it to joel and he went crazy, asked for her number, wants to print it etc. i thought hed cum in his pants.

feeling i should withdraw my submissions. ive never made anyone cum with my poetry.

rightyho enough of that its been fun but now its done and im o so keen to see if the ntl mans finally been.

for xmas im gonna ask santa for a washing machine.