Thoughts of an Anarchist

terrify the shit out of me.

 
seriously.
 
But at least this month’ll be lucky now. : )
 
- Abs x 

This week, I have done something:

- amazing: I swum in the freezing cold algae-ridden lake of Lydiard Park, right next to the ‘No Swimming’ sign, in my underwear, with my friends, and took off my bra, and got seen.

- terrifying: I rescued a bat with my bare hands. After last years incident involving a bat, a bed, and my feet, that was a big step forward. Go me.

- embarassing: I made rude comments about my ex’s choice of girls and food to his face, at a party given by his best friend, and found it hilarious.

- awful: I upset one of my best friends just so I could look good in front of some others. I still haven’t apologised.

- guilt-inducing: I fantasised about a friend’s partner. Whilst I was supposed to be listening to my friend’s troubles.

- fun: I made pasta and danced round the house to ‘Devil’s Dance Floor’ with Fish.

- lazy: I spent the whole of Sunday in my dressing gown, doing nothing whatsoever at all.

- creative: I made Blandford a t-shirt for his birthday.

- satisfying: I came up with a plotline for Arrhenius, and started to map out the basic story.

- angry: I wrote a letter to Jeremy Paxman and didn’t send it.

- naughty: I ate far too much.

- organised: I tidied my bedroom, organised my memes into a folder, and wrote this list.

- illegal: I downloaded ‘Livin La Vida Loca’ via limewire.

- finishing: The End.