Walls moving closer

Bummer. I was meant to meet my friend Vanessa today and it didn't work out, because she ended up being too busy with uni stuff. See how I used the word "friend" here? In the English way. I met Vanessa once and we had a really good chat for a coupe of hours at an exhibition opening. Quite a few facebook chats since, but that's about it. We clicked immediately, tho, which is always a nice feeling, isn't it. When it's all nice and effortless. So yeah, was really looking forward to seeing her again today, even if I was just allowed to drink tea or coke. It's still nice to get out of the house and I don't do often at the moment. Spend my days writing online applications and doing housework and my evenings watching films or How I Met Your Mother, cause it's the only bloody thing I have on my hard drive. Meh. It's only day 4 of my No Booze Month and it is raining, but the urge to sit in a beer garden has hardly ever been so complete. Just cause there's people there, you know. And fresh air. Maybe I will go for another walk in a minute. Walks are good and healthy and productive, but also they make me cry. And last time a homeless guy threw himself off a bench in a park in a very dramatic fashion and then lay there like dead and I was just about to call for help when he started laughing madly and told me he was just kidding. So now I am scared. Walks in London are not quite the same as walks around the lake or the Irish countryside.
So anyway, maybe I will meet Vanessa next week instead. I hope so. She wants me to be part of one of her very interesting photography projects. And that would be good, cause it would be something fun and different and new and naughty.