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Tick Tick Tick Tick BOOM!!! [Dec. 31st, 2003|06:22 pm]
Miss Von Trapp
[Mood |depresseddepressed]
[Music |Bauhaus : She's in Parties / Sisters of Mercy : Alice/Emma]

VampGirl hauled herself out of bed at approximately 5:30pm. It was dark, and the only reason she felt she had to justify this sudden rush from the warmth and comfort of two duvets and a big squashy Snoopy was a stabbing urge to go to the toilet...

She'd been in bed for nearly 12 hours...12 hours without relieving her bladder...she must have been tired. As it was, she'd only gotten to bed at 6am that morning, despite being let out of work at 3:30am after wasting the night doing unecessary tasks like spreadsheets, meeting notes, causing trouble with the photocopier...anything to get out of keying.

Once up and in the 'land of the living', she replied blearily to various texts that had arrived on her telephone...'yes, she would be out tonight', 'no she didn't want to go to a club'...all that was on her mind was getting upstairs into the living room with the electric heater and sitting there...killing time, numbing her brain on the computer for a few hours until she went out and kissed this shitty old year goodbye.

Send it off with a big boot up the arse and tell it in no uncertain terms not to come her way again...

"New Year- harumph" she thought miserably..."Maybe 2004 will be different?"

She promised herself that it would be. In fact, that it would be the best year yet...full of fun and productive theatre and music activity...new adventures, new friends and less of the financial worry that she'd been plagued with in 2003. Finally, a year of independance...to hell with relationships and everything that had caused misery in the winter months...a year of HERSELF-NESS and not of HERSELFLESS-NESS.

VampGirl was inclined to wonder if she was indeed turning out to be the epitome of an aging artsy fuck locked away in a garret...writing nonsense and imbibing copious quantities of that evil red liquid that comes in bottles labeled 'Oblivion'...

"Surely this can't go on..." She smiled sardonically and poured another glass.

At least, this New Year's Eve, she wouldn't be stuck at home on her own watching Jools' Hootenanny for the umpteenth year running...she would be spending it with friends. This she very much looked forward to, as she drummed her fingers nonchalantly on the desk and considered running a hot bath to steam the latent theatre sand from her racked lungs once again.

Upon coughing somewhat dramatically, she decided that the 'bath option' should be the way forward, and plotted it into her busy social calendar for 7:30pm. Leaving just time enough to have another drink and mope about on the internet for another precious sixty minutes of timewasting boredom.

Putting some music into the CD player...some dreary old 80's goth which made her feel old, then young again, then ultimately superior...she stood up from the black leather chair which she had been warming by sitting doing nothing for the last 40 minutes, strode around the room for a minute to stretch her legs and...

...sat back down again, five minutes later, to smoke another rolled up cigarette and stare at the clock...

Waiting desperately for it to reach 10pm...the hour in which she was due to go out...willing it to move on in an instant...

She didn't want to be sat in the room alone any longer...she wanted to be elsewhere, anywhere, with her friends...in busy, bright rooms full of idle chatter and laughter...where her brain could shut out all the memories of the previous year, and prepare its hopes for a better one in the not-too distant future...

She could barely prevent herself from counting the hours, nay, seconds until that moment of 'tickover'. She even wondered if she should set her alarm...but that would be silly.

"Another drink?" "Why Mr Oblivion, don't mind if I do!!"

ROLL ON 2004!!!

From: defcon9
2003-12-31 12:06 pm (UTC)
Is it ALREADY time for New Years announcements? I didn't think that was until tonite or tommorow.
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From: shardofmany
2003-12-31 12:33 pm (UTC)
Well written... almost an intro to a very long and fun story of hijinx and George... ;)
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[User Picture]From: missvontrapp
2003-12-31 12:40 pm (UTC)
what's 'hijinx and George'?

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From: shardofmany
2003-12-31 01:05 pm (UTC)
Something you once mentioned about the Famous Five ect... Now I am thinking I have gotten that conversation confused with a different person.
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[User Picture]From: missvontrapp
2003-12-31 01:09 pm (UTC)
No, it was me indeed lol!

In reference to my childhood I expect;)

Perhaps I should continue next years diary entries in this manner??

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[User Picture]From: missvontrapp
2003-12-31 01:10 pm (UTC)
...maybe not...

Too much verbal diarhoeaa (or however the damn word is spelt lol)!!
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[User Picture]From: mehdi_caps
2004-01-02 10:38 am (UTC)
Verbal diarrhoea = logorrhoea. Cool word. :)
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[User Picture]From: missvontrapp
2004-01-02 11:13 am (UTC)
LOL! Yes, I had forgotten that!

An overdose of bi-labial plosives and not enough of the old glottal stop I fear;)
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[User Picture]From: mehdi_caps
2004-01-02 11:49 am (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: missvontrapp
2004-01-04 10:12 pm (UTC)
Indeed! I am such a linguistic perv!!!

(in a manner of speaking, ahem)
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