I'll never be the shine in your spit

The French musical about threesomes that I wanted to see? Yeah it's out now. Know where it's showing? Edinburgh. And France I guess. Sucks! I wanted to hear French people sing their feelings about sex. It's a sad day for multicultural porn.

So, last day of term for me and I turned up to all my classes. Few made it to Archaeology which is a shame, the lecturer is lovely and the actual lecture was pretty good since it was about digging instead of politics. Mouse Face was there and I sat next to him unintentionally. Not right next to him but near enough. Everytime the lecturer made a joke and we laughed MF turned to me like we were sharing something. He walked down the stairs right next to me afterwards and I thought he'd say something but he just looked at me and didn't follow me out the door. Classics was dull, dull, dull like always and the place was full of people I've never seen before. MF was there too (I sat a couple of rows behind him) and he turned round a good few times, caught my eye and said nothing. Missed your last chance Mouse Face! All that creepy looking for nothing. Silly boy.

One of the girls I hung out with for the first month of Classics turned up today after many months of not being around. She's great and we had a giggle at RobeMan's complete utter bafflement when faced with technology. Her friend Jo wasn't there though. Jo was the first (and only) person I met at Glasgow who had heard of where I live since she lives like up the hill and went to the rival school in the area. We had laughs about how we should be stabbing each other up. Good times.

And so I trundled home in the bus with a screaming redhead in my ears and blood in my mouth and as we turned into Renfield Street I recalled a mild argument Julie had with me last night about something I did (or rather didn't do) three years ago. It wasn't the argument on my mind though it was the time. Three years ago I was fifteen years old and I spent nights like this shivering on dark streets in my black miniskirt and stripy tights with a boy enthralled. It would be another month before love reared its ugly head and I was just learning what power my hips held. If I had just held on to that naive sexuality maybe I would have had a better time but sadly it didn't last. But for those two months I had the confidence to wear that skirt in winter and I found out what it was to flirt and tease and have a guy around who was more into me than I was into him. Three years. Seems an age and nothing.