we now return you to normal service. Promise.
September 16, 2002 | 12:46 p.m.

I think I'm starting to sound like a broken record, but I apologise for this latest unexplained absence. Blame my ignorance - I had no idea that reformatting a hard drive meant wiping almost everything (including all data from my excuse for an ISP) from it and starting again from the beginning. In fact, don't blame my ignorance, blame some twat in Asia who wrote a virus which essentially ate my computer. Fucker.

In the words of Richard Fish, bygones. I still have all my mp3s!! Finding them all still there caused me to squeal and do a dance of joy (it was a metaphor dance). I am now back at college with its spiffy broadband connection, I have free time before my first lesson and I am feeling good, or as good as I ever feel in this stinking, smoking pit of Satan. I believe this is the only hellhole of fire and brimstone in existence with a glass atrium (full length windows in high places are pretty damn cool, even I have to admit that) and a state-of-the-art IT suite. I haven't seen that yet, I'm sticking with the boring old one, thanks very much. I don't know my way around any more, because some buildings have gone and there are quite a few new ones. They haven't finished it yet of course, even though they put back the start of term to give themselves more time - we're still tripping over carpet-fitters and yelling to be heard over drills, and some of the buildings are still closed off. I really hate this bit at the beginning, I like to know what I'm doing and where I'm going at all times, so I can operate on autopilot and think about something else. Anything else, in fact. I resent having to concentrate on reality, dammit.

I'm basically a control freak. I don't want to control anybody else though, just me, so maybe that's not so bad. I want to be in control of myself, I loathe it when other people are. That's what it comes down to.

Which of Kelly Osbourne's hairstyles are you?
by Razorstar

'Cause I couldn't sleep at night until I knew. I have to really like a quiz result to post it if it has two grammar errors and I have to fix up someone's lazy html. There's a prize going* if you can spot the errors, answers on a postcard.

Speaking of inherent superficiality, I saw the VMAs yesterday. I know it happened like months ago, but when you're in the UK and you don't have Sky, you have to wait this long for things like this. I'm an obsessive Buffy and Angel fan too, pity me. Anyway, I loved the VMAs. I love all award shows, but I especially love - dare I say it - American ones. It's all so fake! I love it, I find it absolutely hysterical. All the hugging and the brown-nosing - those people all hate each other! They'd all stab each other in the back if they thought they could get away with it, they wouldn't even stop to think. Britney Spears also makes me laugh a lot. I don't know what it is about her, she's just constantly amusing to me. Can't they learn three lines of dialogue?! They have to read it from the autocue, and they don't even pretend they're adlibbing! It's comedy gold, the entire thing.

Why thank you, you are truly wonderful too! No excuses, get updating! Well, you don't have to, but you know what I mean, right? ;)

<3
gf

*Only there isn't. But you knew that already, you bitter, jaded inhabitants of Diaryland.

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