Picture Perfect

That is what I am. Tireeedd.

I've found a good speaker to speak on a massive London-wide event I'm organising for university students. He's pretty high profile, but at first was pretty stand-offish and uninterested in speaking, so I had to get him excited for this speakers role... we've finally set a date we can both do, 6 days later than I had hoped (significance of which is it's 6 days after a memorial day I wanted him to speak on) but no matter.

I have no idea how many people will come. I estimate 700 students across London universities will be e-mailed directly to their accounts about the event. I need to find sponsors (no one is interested - I'm only asking local businesses for something like £350. They probably take that much in the first 3 hours of their day. I also want to negotiate cheaper food for my events and such, seeing as they're bakeries and restaurants).

What else? Nothing much. The people back in where I shall now call "HQ" continue to be busy, unavailible and therefore ignorant of the fact that they're going to have sudden expendatures thanks to me, as I continue to organise more and more events... Oh well! It's my job to spend their money.

I've now bought a domain name, and hope to get a website for the society up soon.

Nothing else is news, much.
Visiting friends, making new friends...

Ah, yes. Tomorrow is the day of repentence. A few people have told me - of their own accord - that they greatly dislike this day too. Who doesn't? It's a killer. For those unaware of this day, it's basically fasting for a 25 hour period and praying for 15 of those 24 hours (the other 9 hours are for sleep). So yeah, not going to be around until at least Sunday.

Adios, people! 

It's been interesting, spending 5 hours with people who I really don't know. I'm meeting someone who I really don't know this Thursday, to spend another 5 hours like that.

But developments! I went to the flat of girlies today, only to find that red-haired-girl does not in fact inhabit that flat: purple haired girl does. I don't want purple haired girl :'(  She's a right character though and an interesting person to be around. I didn't ask where red-haired girl did live, because I'm not a hardcore stalker (ifI know where you live already, you're not safe from me. If I don't, you are. But then, those who give me their address should expect I'd use it. Of course, I'm not speaking about cat and helen and ant, whose addresses I have; wouldn't bother venturing out of London for them! heh heh).

Who knows if our paths will ever cross again...dun dun dunnnnn!

Anyway, have to go now cos I have lots of stuff to do. 

Adios!
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*Update*
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So there I was, admittedly facebook stalking (I was bored of working, it was late, ok?) and with a bit of blind luck and determination as well as my super-spy powers, found red-haired-girl's facebook profile (I've reached new levels of sadness, I realise, I really do - but I'm pleased to point out my lowest levels of sadness are other people's highest levels of coolness). Sadly (for me) she's listed as having a boyfriend (who I shall not anonymously send abusing messages to). Anyway, I uhh, have some messages to send...to, umm, people...umm, friends. Yeah, friends...heh. Bye bye!

Today I met some old friends, and met some [new?] people I didn't know, but who knew me (I hate it when that happens and it always does. Sometimes I walk down the street and have a whole conversation and not know who it is I'm speaking to), who i'll hopefully be hanging out with tomorrow.

Also, there's this girl I think I may stand a chance with, who's really cute and who has red hair. That last fact isn't really important, but I thought i'd mention it anyway. Hopefully, she's unattached...I don't know her, but she's the flatmate of the person I do know (who I don't know that well. Basically, I don't know anyone in that flat). I've been invited around to their place tomorrow (the art is being invited and letting them think they're the one inviting you. Not even I'm sure how it all works, but it does, evidence of which is I'm going to little more than a strangers flat tomorrow). We'll see what happens, it's a bit risky, 'cos I don't know who'll be there, but even if red hair girl isn't there, I've arranged it as such that it'll still be productive.

If I manage to ensnare this particular girl using my guile and sneakery (I have no wit or charm, so guile and sneakery it is) all is well. Perhaps she's the one i'll take to the ball with me (that's right folks. This isn't about love or anything, it's just about not going to a brilliant party by myself. Of course, when I say "take to the ball with me" I mean get her to shell out £40 for a ticket so that we can go together). I may be getting well ahead of myself, but the speculation was more for comic relief than anything else. I assure you my feet are firm on the ground (if worst comes to worst, I'll go to a bar, get someone [hopefully a girl, but i'm not that fussy] really, really drunk, and then the next day, thank them for agreeing to go to the ball with me and can they please send off their cheque).

I'm also going to be spending less time online - no, really - and i suspect my blog won't be filled in for a long time.

But look! I changed it and stuff! It's all different now!

That's basically all I wanted to say. Anyway, adios.