Diary of an up and coming sociopath

As I write this, a single droplet of blood is forming again on my knuckle. No, I didn’t manifest stigmata again, nor did I fall victim to some horrible crime. Insstead I managed to gouge open my own finger trying to unlock a door. Having confessed that can we please forget aout it and move on?

Today I finished reading Diary. A satisfying read, to be sure. An engaging mystery with a hint of the unexplainable thrown in for good measure; I enjoyed it a lot. Probably my second or third favourite Palahniuk book. I’m glad I neglected to read the blurb until I was most of the way through because it spoiled the plot almost up until where I was! Questions answered before I knew they could be asked. Fuckers.

After a bizarrely early start (I woke up at 11! How!?) we went for Lunch at connotationally named local pub “The Plasterer’s”. I say Lunch, but it was clearly early enough in our respective days for Tom, Ian and I to be eating Breakfast. So today’s breakfast was Roast Lamb Dinner. A little known fact about me is that I do like Lamb, just not enough to ever want to eat it, though in this case it was the only choice, besides not having a Roast, and for god’s sake, on a Sunday, how could I not? So Lamb it was. Rachel had Nachos, which everyone seemed to enjoy, and her friend Hinny, who I’ve met before but never really spoken to until today, had Egg and Chips, meaning a few people homed in on her meal and partook as well - as Ian predicted would happen should anyone get chips. Dan was also there, I didn’t really speak to him much as we were on opposite ends of the same table, but I’ll throw a mention in for completeness’ sake. So no-one feels left out.

The meal was quite good, perhaps a little expensive but I ate all that I would. It was a little worrying when they closed the blinds and unveiled the giant projection screen to play the football on but we left before things got loud, and before people got irritated by our talking during said game, so upset was avoided. At one point everyone compared stalkers, though I’ve never had one so I was kind of left out of that conversation. I considered that maybe I was once a stalker, but that really just involved turning up to places where I knew I would meet Nikki rather than, say, crouching the the bushes with a telephoto lens.

Tomrrow Nikki’s doing her last exam, so I’m taking her, by request, to McDonalds. I will be popping into the Comic Shop and then maybe doing revision. Rachel’s birthday is on Tuesday and we’re all invited out to her party-style gathering. This means if I want to go revision will have to occur at some point that’s not immediately before the exam. And this is technically just the “vision” part of revision, where I actually learn the course, rather than remind myself of it.

That’s a pretty comprehensive review of the day actually. I haven’t done a lot else. Besides the finger gouging, I mean. Nothing like little pinching pains every time I hit a key with that finger. Ah well, I’ll simply use my amazing healing powers that the BUPA adverts have taught me I posess.

Oh, to finish off, I’ll just point out I linked George’s blog in the right there. I’d have done it earlier had I known about it, but now I do and it’s there, so if you want to see, for instance, what his take on the terrible, terrible networking exam was, you now can. My favourite part comes from his comments about “Bruce Almighty” which you may remember I saw a few months ago. Says George: “Unfortunately it ended with a moral about humans and how we are the miracle makers, this kinda ruined the film for me. I like a good sad ending, does the soul good. Afterwards it made me wish I had super powers.” I think he captured the essence of the film there. George also has on his site a blog for his girlfriend, Karis, who you may remember from occasional cameo mentions in this here journal, though she’s only done one entry. It had Nikki pretty entertained though. Again, an excerpt: “The pie was looked upon in disappointment. The way your parents would look at you if you had accidently killed your own grandmother.”

So, that’s me done. This was supposed to be a short entry. Unfortunately my policy of “why use one word when you could use ten?” has prevailed again. I keep writing final paragraphs and then expanding them out into huge diatribes. I think this is the fourth paragraph this entry that originally started with me intending to make it the last. This one actually is though.

Or is it!? (Obligatory shock ending)