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7/29/2005 - HUNDRED POUNDS GET.
So I went to that prizegiving majigger from the Burton art gallery today. I didn't realise it was gonna some big exhibition opening with like a zillion old people drinking wine, but that's obviously because I didn't THINK. What the hell is it with exhibitions and alcohol? They weren't like having some kind of party with food, they were just giving people glasses of wine so they could look adequately pretentious as they drifted around the gallery looking at paintings. Either that I'm not the only one who thinks painting after painting of devon seaside lanscapes are incredibly boring and you'd need to be drunk to attend something like this volentarily. Incidentally, my family made a bee line for the exit the moment I got my mits on the cheque. We went out into the shed this evening to get a suitable luggage bag to take to Ohio. Ah, memories. They were all mouldy and smelled like mushrooms, but I found one of my old schoolbags from back in early secondary school that people used to tease me out because it was green. I know, GREEN. I'm such a rebel. Anyway then I worked out a budget for the holiday and stuff. I'm exited. GO TEAM. You're making me mad marty. //Anonymous::9:19 PM EST\ # | |
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