weekend recap

so i didn't go watch the match at twickers in the end

my team mate wanted to go with her bf and i figured oh well i'm pretty broke myself and i don't wanna go alone so i sold my ticket to her

then today i found out that that silly woman (who's otherwise a v nice person) and her bf sold the tix at the ground and didn't watch the match either. and she was moaning to me about how sad they were on the train ride back, to have not been able to watch the match

it made me boil... firstly the tickets were not supposed to have been transferable, and secondly like wtf so you "earned" like £30 and gave up watching the match live? i suppose i'm making a value judgement here but, like, seriously!!

so instead i saw parts of it on a small fuzzy tv screen. spend much of saturday asleep as i was just really tired out from the week

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on saturday night i went to frog again for the first time in 2006 (yay), it was a good night despite hel becoming her very crazy alter ego once she got drunk and started merrily pushing and shoving and spilling her drink etc

i also found out that she's cheated on her bf before, which surprised me a lot simply because i'd always had the impression that it was something she wouldn't do

i guess impressions are often mistaken huh

it was her bf who revealed this to me, and as he sat alone sipping his drink and hel went crazy (i don't mean in a good way) on the dancefloor, he told me that she'd told him herself

so at least there's some honesty there for you

worse thing was that the guy she'd cheated with was her ex, who was there with us that night, and who'd always kept coming out with us to frog

these revelations left me a bit disturbed and pensive. especially since the day before, i'd perused the blog of this guy who depicts himself being proud and unashamed of his unfaithfulness and sexual liberation; he claims he just loves beautiful women and for him it's entirely possible to love someone (his fiancée) and still sleep around with other women

of course this is a blog so maybe the stuff written in it may not be entirely true. but if what he is as he says, then there's something very fascinating about his assuredness and arrogance

i'm not out to decide what's wrong or what's right in terms of immorality etc etc

just wondering at what point does the heart become sworn to one true love, infidelity-proof

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horror

turning 21 this year

this can't be happening to me

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prime example of heartstring-tugging tv creation employing poignant evocative contemporary music: the o.c.

when caleb died last season, they had imogen heap's hide and seek overhanging the funeral procession - pure artistry

and in the latest episode, james blunt's amazingly tragically beautiful acoustic cover of fall at your feet plays in the lead-up to and over johnny's fall off the cliff

leaves me in a music-induced daze for much of the next 2 hours

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i'm really close tonight
and i feel like i'm moving inside her
lying in the dark
i think that i'm beginning to know her
let it go
i'll be there when you call

whenever i fall at your feet
you let your tears rain down on me
whenever i touch your slow turning pain

you're hiding from me now
there's something in the way that you're talking
the words don't sound right
but i hear them all moving inside you
go, i'll be waiting when you call

whenever i fall at your feet
you let your tears rain down on me
whenever i touch your slow turning pain

the finger of blame has turned upon itself
and i'm more than willing to offer myself
do you want my presence or need my help
who knows where that might lead

i fall..
whenever i fall at your feet
you let you tears rain down on me.
whenever i fall...
whenever i fall...

- "fall at your feet"_james blunt