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[23 Sep 2005|10:06pm] Hell. What the fuck? What the fucking hell is going on? I mean, he shot the guy. And tried to stab him. And... and then left. Just like that, after telling me some crazy jack-ass story about vampires. Who does he think I am, a freshman? I should have got his name. I need to go to the police. He got killed right in front of me! Shit. I don't know what's going on, but I'm shaking as hell. I should call the police, but I'm not even sure where that place was. Fuck. My back's ripped to pieces. That guy, the dead one, he pushed me up against the wall, and threw me backwards. I'm fucking lucky to get out with just that though. Poor git. I don't know but they knew each other. The guy that grabbed me, the one that got shoot, he was being really threatening, almost, overbearing. And the other one didn't like it at all. It was so damn frightening. I need to talk to someone. But no one is in, or they're asleep, and even if someone was around, how would believe me, apart from the stoners? Hell, I don't even think the stoners would really believe me, they're just humour me and give me a joint. Dayu would laugh at me, or think I was a nut... But shit, what am I meant to do? and survive the wrath of the angels?

[23 Sep 2005|02:54am] [ mood | tired ] Well. Looks like I have myself a boyfriend. No, I don't really believe it either.   Me, with a boyfriend? Ha! He's a sweet kid. Really cute. Kinda innocent. Want's to ''get to know'' me before we do anything. Kissed me goodnight. Ha. Me, with a boyfriend. Who'da thought? An innocent, cute little art-student boyfriend too. One that got all twitchy when I put my hand under his shirt. That is cute, isn't it? I bet he's never even been to a gaybar. I'd change that, but he'd get snatched away.   Thing is though, Asian men have a repuation. Cos of their height, you know... they're small. And I mean that in every sence. But I guess it'll take a while to find out, won't it? I'll probably have to marry the boy before I get laid. The poker game went on for a while longer than we thought it would, a lot of guys were broke so it was a chip-no-cash game, dissapointing as I won, and some of them didn't take it seriously. Losers.       Shit.  I've got a boyfriend. and survive the wrath of the angels?

[10 Sep 2005|10:14pm] How much work could they have possibly given me over the weekend? Surely this is too much. Even for me, I can't handle all this. Especially with Saturaday being poker night. It's my turn to host, how can I manage 3 essays, an analysis and host a 4 hour+ game in my room without any of the proffessors finding out? Hell. I think I'll be sleeping Monday. I only have two lectures in the afternoon, I'm sure I can photocopy someone's notes. Maybe that Japanese kid. He was cute, I'm sure he'd do it. I'll just drop into the conversation how much it cost to have my shoes cleaned after his spilt crud onto them and he'll beg to do something for me again. Sweet. and survive the wrath of the angels?

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