  July is over. I got back from Henrys about 4pm, he made me a proper Sunday lunch, complete with mash potato even though old potatoes are out of season or something and you’re supposed to have new potatoes but I don't like them so I was happy with me mash.
He's quite a good cook. I showed him the video clips that Phil sent me, I'm teaching Phil (who happens to be German) some Geordie phrases and he sent me clips of him saying them over msn, quite hilarious. Phil is quite a funny guy and his English is really good, sometimes I suspect the whole 'being German' thing is a lie but then I'm a skeptic or so I've been told.
I woke up at about 6am this morning and Henry was out for a jog, what sort of person goes jogging that early on a Sunday?!? It's insane, I used to go running with Paul but he hurt some part of his ass and had to stop and it’s not that much fun running on my own. Round here is great for it though, there’s loads of little paths through woods and fields and stuff, there's one track that goes by the river then over a little hill and through a field and conveniently meanders back to the pub.
Anyway when I woke up I thought about just disappearing for a couple of months, I'd tell my parents and brother and Simon that I was going away of course so that they wouldn't worry or report me as a missing person, but I could leave my phone behind and just cut myself off from the world. Peace and quiet would be great. Nobody could find me to bother me or hassle me about pointless crap.
Travis gave me some tips on how to defend myself the other day, I reassured him that I know the most affective ways to injure someone and if that wasn't enough I made sure I always had a knife close at hand. I spoke to Mike on the phone for a couple of hours last night, its weird that he's so far away but he's only a couple of hours ahead of us.
Apparently he's made a bunch of friends and has been flirting with some girl who works in a store he purposely visits and he's working up to getting her phone number, so much for the shy guy I once knew. It's great that he's finally coming out of his shell. Dill is dating some 34 year old college lecturer and her mom wants me to have a word with her and let her know what she's in for and basically tell her it's not such a good idea seeing as I have experience in that area, I told her it wasn't any of my business and it was up to Dill what she does with her life.
I haven't really spoken to her since that whole business a while back, she's called me a couple of times but I haven't picked up the phone or returned her calls. I've been drinking loads recently and I probably shouldn't but its fun and I get to forget the shit that enters my head the other 95% of the time I'm conscious.
I bought some fantastic heels from this place in Newcastle, they were really expensive but totally worth it, it's not often I spend such a ridiculous amount of money on shoes but it's always nice when I do. I have a bunch of stuff that I need to post to Jenn in Chicago, I've been meaning to send her the stuff for ages but I keep forgetting or thinking that I should wait until I get something else.
It's going to cost me a small fortune. I'm calling it a belated birthday present; I'm not going to tell her I'm sending it so hopefully it should come as a nice surprise to her. My parents landed this morning; I spoke to them on the phone a few minutes ago. They're in London and staying at Viv's before coming up here.
I said I wasn't sure if I would see them what with me maybe going to Paris next week. Dad suggested I go down there for a couple of days and then go over to see Simon. He said Paris sounded like fun and he and Mom might go for a couple of days themselves. I'm meant to be meeting Margie in the pub later on; we haven't had a proper natter for ages. She keeps telling me about the honeymoon in Bulgaria like I haven't already heard it a hundred times before but I smile and nod and seem interested to humour her. I might have a couple of drinks with her and then come home and have an early night. Lately I have mostly been listening to The Pixies and some Live Queen stuff. I was at my Gramma's house the other day and was looking through a bunch of stuff she had in her loft and look what i found my bear!
It's about 40 years old, some uncle or nephew or cousin gave it to me when I was a little baby and he was going into the army and he'd had it for 20 years since he was a baby. My gramma says I should pass it on to Liv or someone but I told her to forget that idea i'm keeping it untill I die. I'm selfish 
