,04:11 p.m., Friday, July 27, 2001
New livejournal entry.

,02:43 p.m., Friday, July 27, 2001
Helen and I went to the pub for lunch.
It's sunny and hot so it was really busy outside and the girl serving said it would be half an hour, maybe 45 minutes till we got our food. But we weren't in a hurry so we said this would be fine.
45 minutes later we still hadn't been served, so I went to ask how long the food would be. The girl looked a bit shifty and said she'd check.
A few minutes later someone else came up to us, looking really apologetic, and told us they'd given our food to someone else. (Even though I had the card they give for your order number and the receipt in my wallet.) So they gave me free coleslaw for my veggie burger and brought it out as soon as they could.
So we had a long lunch, nearly two hours. It was good, I really enjoyed it. But I can't believe they let someone get away with that, taking my lunch and Helen's lunch without having the card.

,11:19 a.m., Friday, July 27, 2001
There are three new journal entries if you're interested. One discussing society's expectations of women, one about my shite mornings yesterday and the day before, and one that I am desperately hoping for feedback on, even though I probably won't get it before the weekend. About my family.

Again, I'm asking you to sign the guestbook if you're reading this. Whether you know me or not, whatever. I just need to know that someone is out there reading this. Even if you don't even read the journal entries. Whatever.

,09:21 a.m., Friday, July 27, 2001
I'm cutting down. I just removed a load of links. And it makes me feel shitty, but those people weren't adding anything to my life, I was't enjoying reading them any more, whatever.

I'm just a bit hurt right now. And I want to tell people to fuck off, but no matter how bad they may have been to me, they're still having a shitty time and I don't want to actively make it worse.

I suppose if you're reading this, that makes me appreciate you all the more. Please do me a favour, sign the guestbook so I know I'm not just talking to myself out here?

,04:49 p.m., Thursday, July 26, 2001
According to the BBC, there are normally signs of impending violence before school shootings such as the one at Columbine. Believe it or not, they are not normally just random, impulsive outbursts of violence.

,04:25 p.m., Thursday, July 26, 2001
Alan saw this news report on Channel 4 news the other night. It's about a British born lawyer in New Orleans called Clive Stafford Smith who gets first refusal on defending anyone who will be tried on a first degree murder charge, which - should they be found guilty - would get them the death penalty. He wins in 85% of cases he takes on, and is convinced that he has never freed a murderer. In one of his cases the whole case was almost entirely based on a fibre supposedly found on the alleged murderer's clothing that matched the victim's clothing. This lawyer found out that the fibre in question wasn't even the same colour.

Way to make a moral stance! The world need more people like this.

,05:11 p.m., Wednesday, July 25, 2001
New entry at my livejournal.

,04:09 p.m., Wednesday, July 25, 2001
Had a good afternoon, mostly. Playing over at friends reunited, which you should sign up with if you're in the UK and interested in catching up with people you knew when you were five, and having a discussion with a friend about his newly discovered switch status. Which is nice.

,11:28 a.m., Wednesday, July 25, 2001
I just got a text off Paul. And it suddenly hit me again that he loves me, that I love him, that this one person who I always thought was far too cool for me, would never really be interested in me, FELL FOR ME and I thought for three years he didn't care.

I am so fucking lucky.

,02:44 p.m., Tuesday, July 24, 2001
I'm wearing a white shirt today and I hate it. I'm only wearing it because I had no other clean tops that went with the clean skirts and trousers I have. It makes me feel vunerable in the way that long skirts sometimes do when I wear them while travelling.

Does anyone else get this, that certain clothes make them feel a certain way? Let me know.

,11:54 a.m., Tuesday, July 24, 2001
Forgot to say yesterday that I updated my livejournal.

Noone emailed to ask for the letter I'm sending to Tony Blair. Right. Fine. I remember now. Noone is going to fight for me, I have to do it myself.

I just want to be one who inspires other people to fight with me.

I just wish it didn't feel so lonely.

,12:58 p.m., Monday, July 23, 2001
Today I'm not wearing makeup.

I had a discussion with Paul over the weekend about such things. I'll have to write a journal entry about it soon, but the upshot of it is that I am avoiding such things right now. And I feel free.