i hate being here. i actually want to go back to school. i have a life there. a very immature drunk life but it's a life none the less. here at home with my parents i feel like i have nothing. no friends, no money, no hope. the only reason i have been here for the past two weeks is because the holiday in tasmania left me with no money to buy groceries or go out, hence the mooching off my parents.

i would go back to school, but classes don't start 'til 23rd of july, most of the people who i go out with are not there, i still have no money... and i have a first date on saturday night down here with a guy i met on myspace. i know. a bad sign indeed. myspace of all places. but he seems alright. he's 32, works in IT, extremely intelligent so much so that i am quite intimidated by his oh so quick wit. i agreed to meet him for a casual chat over a beer or two sometime during the week. well it's now turned into dinner on a saturday night. not so casual and it means if we (or just him or i) decide that we just don't click we're stuck for at least an hour or two feigning interest in what the other is saying. but we are meeting at the restaurant. he wanted to come and pick me up but i told him i'd meet him. that way i don't have to rely on him to get home and it will stop me from drinking too much and making a fool of myself. oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

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