Thursday, 11 March 2010

andre and robert.

So there was this truly feminine guy on the drone the other day. He was flamboyant and truly confident, as he exited the train he looked endearingly at this man beside him and sort of..wiggled his body? In a flirtacious way. The other acknowledged him, shook his head, smiled and then looked away. The flirty guy lets call him, andre. He looks exotic, the warmer regions of europe perhaps. Andre just happily bounces of the train with the white earphones in his head.

Gee, i thought. Love his confidence. He probably does that with everybody.

So today, im sitting here typing on the drone, staring at the two of them. Andre and... Robert. He is standing with his back towards andre, reading a paper. Andre is seated, ipod. For a couple they seem oddly distant, flamboyant andre and reserved robert. It actually seems as though Robert is ashamed of being seen next to andre.

The Heart and the Brain.

Sunday, 7 March 2010

the day of rest.

She felt ugly today. Her heart ached as she compared herself to everyone else. She was noone, and although she said she was independent, she was not. She could not even do a simple piece of academic work without external help. She felt herself implode.

The sudden increase in frequency of her nose bleeds were strangely welcomed. She kind of hoped that they were a symptom of an incredible disease that caused instantaneous death. could it be that easy?

The Heart and The Brain.

Friday, 5 March 2010

The Divine chocolate bar and the packet of crisps.

Sitting on her sofa, she reflected upon her feelings of the day. She was unsure of herself and she did not understand why. She felt as though she had so many choices to make but she just wanted a single indecisive moment free from decisions.

Being a social recluse was natural for her, but recently she seemed to have gained a strange need for people. She had lost the only-child phenomenon.

She was highly enthusiastic about academia and the feminist probably thought she was a super nerd geek hybrid. For a split second that made her feel slightly awkward. Then she realised she liked it. She kind of loved awkward.

The Heart and the Brain.

Wednesday, 3 March 2010

The library.

The girl opposite sat there, smiling, grinning at nothing that was obvious.

The Heart and the Brain.

Tuesday, 2 March 2010

The long winded girl.

'OH MY GOSH! IT'S SO BRIGHT!' she exclaimed in her thoughts as she quickly shielded her face from the rays of the morning sun. She had let herself forget this feeling.

'The Tube is wholly incompetent and has self imploded' she heard on the radio. Well not really, but it might as well when the worlds population is stuck on the damn thing. But it was okay, her class was a little later and the sun was shining.

She smiled as the heat warmed the back of her legs against the chilly wind. It was perfect. She didn't even frown when the online timetable directed her to the wrong room. The sun was on. Everything was okay.

She had lunch with her superiors and although she requires vast amounts of time to finish a meal, she simply pretended she could not eat any more. Not another morsel. It was convincing. Since her natural body was borderline anorexic anyways. The faux thai was a bit shit aswell. She had this thing, actually she has many things. This was one of them. If it's good food she'll eat so much it would scare you, if it was shit, she only needed a spoonful for the full up sensation. That's all. Not very interesting is it. Sorry.

'Please make use of all the space available,' came the slightly bored voice over the tube intercom, 'especially if it's under someone's armpit. 'Oh, the tube man was hilarious when it's faux rush hour. 'BAHAHAHAH! Brilliant!' burst out a fellow passenger. Who said London was dreary?

The Heart and the Brain.

Monday, 1 March 2010

The white hearted sock.

So tired. She could barely keep her eyes open on the monday morning drone. She felt particularly ugly today. Not that she was pretty in any sense.

Class was not great, eyes closed in the front row. Hmmm. The second part of the lecture for the catatonic class failed to turn up. It was a repeating pattern with this particular module. She could not think of one instance when a class had ran smoothly without lateness or incompetence from the lecturer.

She quickly rushed to McDonalds for a craved breakfast. She wasn't feeding herself well and had lost every inclination of maintaining a healthy balanced diet. She was never like this. She used to cook. And enjoy it. She used to make sure that she had the RDA of fruit and vegetables. You know, 'five a day!'. But yesterday, her mother had left food aside, that could be easily cooked for dinner. She was so tired she just closed the fridge and curled into bed. Tiredness overwhelming hunger.

Neither the fire alarm or the perfectly timed nose bleed during her favourite class helped the 'this is going to be a good day' bid the sun was pleading.

That was it. The library was not a good place today. She went home. Praying. Praying to her non existant god for the scarce willpower to continue with her dissertation.

The sun was out to today. She loved it.

The Heart and the Brain.