So I ended up going with Tayba to Bradford. And for the most part we sat on a wall swinging our legs and arguing about who was better looking. I won, obviously. She’s fun to chill with but she's way too desi. So we're sitting on this wall and I swear she gets more attention than any other girl I’ve ever hung out with, cars were beeping her and men were staring. Maybe it was the red coat...i don't know. Then again it was Bradford and I won the whole attention seeking thing 'cos a girl stuck her head out a window to shout to me, which was a rather nice ego-boost. Before Tea pushed me off the wall. Guess my head is heavy 'cos I fell off like a baby out its pram. Just wham. Hit the floor hard.
After we were done with the swinging of the feet and posing for the passers by we went for a walk into town and met up with her sister sidra, mulled around the international market thing for a few hours and went bowling afterwards. I won.
I can stop typing with caps lock on because I have it set so it turns the words small anyway. That makes it quite a bit easier. 5 days-ish 'til I fly to USA. Getting kind of nervous.
It’s a shame how things worked out...but I guess it wasn't meant to be eh? Bit of a silly idea anyway. Physical attraction can be a bitch. Maybe things will change. Hopefully? I have to be pessimistic.
I'm listening to the song memory from cats. What a friggin’ song. My gosh. I guess it’s true. When you’re upset, every song has certain relevance. It sounded a lot better live though, the performer really outdid herself.
And that was my day.
1:55 AM 27/08/2006
