Name> Kiley/Kilolo/Ski
Age> 21 years
DOB> 20-10-1983
Location> Los Angeles, CA
Interests> Unattainable males (particularly celebrities, or tortured Byronic characters from manga, or English novels), reading, sleeping, eating, erm... eating, drinking, shoes, handbags, listening to standards on the radio, watching games live
Hopes> To one day finally leave for London and begin life anew, to finally get a Chelsea futbolka, and to finish all the writing projects I had begun
Confined to> Tiny one-bedroom flat with roommate, last semester with bloody hated university, tiring minimum wage work, and desperate monetary situation

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As of this moment...

Current date> 17 March 2005
Time> 9:43 p.m.
Quote> 'Happy Saint Paddy's!'
Drinking> Guinness Draught

Listening to> 'We Can Run Away Now They're All Dead'- Snow Patrol

Reading> 'Alexander The Great', Paul Cartledge - nearly finished

Working On> Getting drunk

Film of the moment> The Way Home (S. Korea) and Rabbit-Proof Fence (Australia)

Happy happy St. Paddy's!

Me, I always figured this would be the night I would be at a bar, getting pissed and laughing with me mates, swinging from side to side and telling everyone I see how I much I love them. Instead, I'm drinking Guinness alone at home after an excruciating two hours of exam and listening to Snow Patrol, feeling very sorry for myself indeed.

Stupid self not having any stupid mates.

Bloody stupid self.

*sigh* I suppose I better leave this before the whole of this diary becomes even more disgustingly self-loathing... And my head should stop spinning by tomorrow, then.

Wished I had that St. Paddy's dinner with the cabbage, potatoes and corned beef.

Bloody stupid self.