The Holy Quintet of Entendres. Yes, yes.

Wearing my blue/black Levis 544s and my funky blue and off-white splodger top.
Eating/Drinking nowt.
Hearing Eartsuit - Bloodshot Fanatical
Dreamt about nothing, again. Aching dreamless sleep...
Currently reading nothing as of yet, but I shall be rereading Sir Fforde's Thursday Next series again in time for TN5. Wootyville!
Present MSN name Believing the lie that time will heal all wounds -- which is just a nice way of saying that time deadens us.
Talking to no one. :(
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day pooter

I saw MuteMath the other night with V and I must say I had a jolly good time. Bravo! I would quite happily marry those four guys and actually bear their babies because I love them so much. They never fail to disappoint, despite the fact that throughout the whole gig they looked worse for wear - especially Darren who looked more or less comatose - but acting energetic, which was somewhat surreal, but bless him.
Paul was bouncing off anything and everything including the crowd and having a fun time until he got himself trapped by adoring, smothering arms and his squeaky-vibra-thingy strap. He throws out the instrument into the audience, runs about a bit then comes back for it usually, so when he came down off the stage to drop it off, he was just next to me and was completely soaked, heat to foot in sweat. The things he does...

I also managed to secure myself a drumstick by using the tried and tested method of puppy-dog eyes at the Carling stewards who pick up the stuff that the band's thrown about to hand either back to the band or to the audience. I got myself 1 of 3. Well chuffed.

When V and I were queuing for the gig, even half an hour before the doors opened, there was only us and two couples there. One couple (who turned out not to be bf and gf, but friends) got talking to us and we had debates about Harry Potter (not pooter, unfortunately, which is something entirely different) and the finale, where I did not admit to having not read past the... second one, I think, which was when I was in Year 5. To put that in context, I'm basically in Year 13 now. :S Could it have been that long ago?
But I'm drifting from my nub - the point is, we had some good conversations, while in the course of thirty minutes, the queue did not even double. The doors opened and we went in. I was seconds late as I was desperate for the loo and so ran up the road to MacDonalds where I was promptly kicked out by a cleaner of all people and so I ran all the way back to the Carling Academy again where V was waiting for me, we gave in our tickets and we walked through and made our way to the front of the room, just off centre from the main microphone on the stage. I was next to this guy who spent a lot of the time before the gig smoking and using my head as an armrest which I was not best pleased about. I mean, he was about double my height (you think I'm kidding - well, I am, but he was very tall) but even so, leaning on my head was not part of my plan for enjoyment that evening. Usually ina situation like that when people take advantage or piss me off at gigs deliberately I have been known to bite or kick guys in the balls. Well, being 5'2" doesn't do me any favours so I have to show people that I'm not to be messed with in other ways. Asking nicely does not get anyone anywhere. Anyhoo, I had to be nice to him because he was potentially going to save my life. See, at the Carling Academy 2, the lights beat down on everyone at the front and it was that that made me feel as if I were going to pass out when I was there last time to see Aqualung. So, on the metal barriers at the front there are steps on the otherside (nearest the stage) where people usually put their drinks. I, being the short twat that I am, wouldn't be able to reach my drink if put on the step so I had to ask the guys next to me, ever so politely if I could have their empty cups which I would be able to turn upside down and put my cups on top of them in order to make a secondary-step for my water which turned out I would need in the course of the evening. All in all, my head for an armrest in return for my life or my pride, whichever comes first, was worth it.

Speaking of favours - I am in the process of dropping Psychology which seems to be alright with everybody except my parents. Therefore I can get signatures for the 'dropping subject' form from the Holden, Bisset, Gibbs, Seago (why I need hers, I do not know) and my darling Dilly who is as lovely as pie on... any day. Just pie. Mmmmmmpiiieeeee...
But I wouldn't have been able to get Dilly's signature on the form until I'd got my parents to sign it - which would be difficult, of course - and I'd have to wait until the day of Tues for it. However, he was standing in his lovely way in not such a lovely pink shirt doing bus duty with Mr Hancock who is much nicer than his wife - which isn't difficult, I s'pose. But anyhoo, he was there and I asked him and I thought he'd say no, but he didn't. See, I had a back-up plan, if he did say no, I had a rock with me that I'd throw at him and he'd be so mesmerised by it that he'd sign anything I wanted to. So I had the signature and the rock and so I gave the rock to him anyway. Aww, his little face. He said 'one good deed for another - from the Anti-Geologist' (which I have put in capitals because I think it looks jolly cool as a name) and then lusted after the rock for a bit. I told him he could keep it and he told me that it would become his 'stress rock' as it's all smooth. He is so sweet. But too obsessed with rocks. I shall try to find him a new vice.

Last night I was at Clem's again with some of the guys: Bone, Rhebus, Fido, Clem (obv), Jack and Greg. Jack left early and I don't think I actually spoke to him all night which was half on purpose because he ditched us for Lizzie. Again.
We watched Monty Python's Meaning of Life and ordered in pizza from Dominos. The little Polish people there got my order wrong, but oh well. If Dinks was there she would have put it right... But it was a laugh. When the delivery guy came along, we hadn't got the money ready so we all just threw coins and notes at him and he dutifully counted it all up. We were short by some to start off with so we practically offered him sexual favours. He looked scared and after the remaing sum was paid, ran off. Personally, I thought the encounter could have gone much worse.

After the film and pizza and after Jack and Rhebus had left - Bone, Clem Fido, Greg and I had a long chat about nothing in particular as well as the phenomenon known as 'firerape' which is more deadly but less violent than one would think. Of course, none of what we were saying was from experience and so we came up with downright stupid - but hilarious things - such as the positions: the Oven Technician and ... other ones that I can't think of right now. (If anyone knows what the others were, please tell me on comment. Cheers!) That conversation drifted in all sorts of filthy directions, of course, but the best one was the conversation about entendres. There is the commonplace double entendre such as, 'I'd like to double her entendre,' (curtasy of The Todd from Scrubs) but there are in fact the lesser known: single, third, quadruple entendre as well as the entendre. And example of a third entendre would be something like, 'Can you open the blinds?' whereas a quadruple entendre would be something like, 'I'm the Pope,' which may also be taken as a third. An entendre is to simply go up to someone and drop ones trousers in a sexually suggestive manner. But by far the best, and unwittingly actually the most common of the five entendres is the single entendre. An example being, 'You look like you could do with some sex!' Yes, it does happen more than you'd think. Yes, yes.