Intentionally vague would be a fabulous title for a book. There, I've made a note of it. Phew, that was hard work, doing a link, so no more links for the rest of this month, I think.

In the end
I had a road rage incident Friday morning on the way to work with this cunt of a man who cut in in front of me without even indicating, and then gets all pissy with me by breaking sharply several times so that I almost bump into his rear. Well I hope you get your come-uppance, you mutherfucker.

You may think what is the point in all this childish cussing, but I actually believe in karma, and you get what you deserve in the end. So hopefully that means that I won't go to hell :].

But since then I was tense the whole day, the tension wound up in my left shoulder so tight that it hurt, and I couldn't use my left arm properly. I ended up falling asleep at about 9.30pm, and getting up about 9am. My arm felt much better when I woke up, but I was still tormented by memories of that humiliating incident, and the pain that had been in my left shoulder moved up to the left side of my head, making it feel fragile and sore. I stayed in bed all day, writing and watching my american sitcoms on the video. I then went onto the internet for what seems like the entire afternoon, and now the pain is gone, which goes to show what a soothing balm to the tortured and ravaged psyche the internet can be. But now I could do with another 12 hours rest, which I may well do, after watching some CSI and Law and Order.

The cursor is there, right there, at the end of my sentence, winking and blinking away, beckoning and calling, just bursting with letters that spill out of it, all it needs is my fingers to bash them out on the keyboard.

I have done so much this summer, and yet feel as though I have physically come away from it with so little, just good memories and the satisfaction of having spent my summer in England well. A little fitter as well, as I ran the Nike 10k run in Richmond park, in 1 hour 8 minutes and 10 seconds.
Spent my time in the company of various different types of people. I spent three nights camping at the Reading festival during the bank holiday weekend, what an experience that was... incredible. but sadly enough despite getting on fairly ok with everybody there, I hadn't managed to come away with any friends from that weekend.
I finished my 9 day (stretched over 9 weeks) film school course, and made a friend there, hopefully we will go henceforth and make movies together.

I spent three days in Cornwall, with Verena and Eileen, and Verena's mum. It was pleasant enough, bar Eileen's snappy retorts when she thinks I've said something stupid... but Eileen doesn't have many friends anyway. But I was gagging for some excitement and more stimulating (and male) company.

Last weekend I went out on Saturday night with a few work colleagues. I thus discovered the East London Shoreditch nightlife. It was amazing, so fresh, so funky, away from the tired, putrid, brash, meat market of the West End. I had heard various reports of the existence of this little oasis, and it really was for me, as someone who had seen it all, done it all, but had never believed in their authenticity. And parking down there was a dream. It was an amazing night, I could walk around without a jacket and a short skirt. I spent about an hour and a half in Cantaloupe, a cool and hip bar where we could converse a little in a civilised was whilst drinking expensive beer. Then spent a couple more hours in Cargo, a hip club which played French funk/soul music, or something, but where it was not easy to talk. Cargo is a nice club, new and clean, unlike the holes and dives I've encountered previously, and peopled with a hip and funky crowd. Alas the music did not get me excited, although I did try to look cool whilst bobbing up and down in the style of... oh i don't know, name someone cool. I was amazed by how quickly time went by though, but by 1 am I was standing by myself at the side of the room, ignored by all the guys, and unable to take it no longer I left. I did get my first brotherly hug from the birthday boy himself though, which was quite nice.

Thus, despite all the things I've done this summer, I'm still looking, still searching for my soul mate, a place to belong. Maybe I'll have better luck in Australia.