Million Billion Trillion

but seriously, this is not really about love just dissapointment and not of the love game, i mean i thought i would detest the idea of being alone in this cold old land on valenties day, so i thought it would be nice to invite my old (he's younger) buddy over for the weekend, grand ideas of being a good host, nice catchup with cool conversations. strike it all!!! im so mad. the WHOLE weekend he talked about himself. I waited for 40mins in the cold freezing cold in traf square, he teased me seriously about my new red hat, which i love and its, well, new, and then he teased me about my converse skeakers and then about being old and dressing like im a kid. so anyway, we wandered a little, he talked, talked talked, no listening involoved, and then we ate at a restaurant of HIS choice, where i paid because i would have insisted on paying my half, but when he was so reluctant to pay his part i offered and thought what the heck, its nice to be able to do this once in a while, he was rude to the waitress, and talked about his broken heart the whole meal, which was mexian food, and i really dont like mexican food very much. anyway concert time, my recommendation, my PURCHASE, my 'honor' i thought to introduce music i like to someone else (let me re-iterate this is not some unrequited love rage)he just lacks basic manners. hes an american too, just too convienient for words. anyway, he was not forthcoming with offering to pay for his ticket, and perhaps im proud of whatever, but i wore the cost of it, no probs. just feeling a little piss take at that moment, as when i suggested a round of drinks, he was also happy to let me pay and not return the round. exasperated. still we mosey on, his talking talking talking and im just trying to get a word in and finishing off what im saying regardless of wether he has taken a breath or not. we get home, not i must listen to his music, 1000 billion songs that i should hear. ok. its 4 am. much wine, i must go to bed, i have plans for sunday which is now, being a good host (and its somthing that im trying and getting better at, but im really trying here) cook a big breakfast (bacon, eggs, toast, pain au chocolat, much coffee, elderberry water (pretentious snob!), muslei, berries, yoghurt - see!!! anyway, he slept until 1 pm....1pm!!! ahhhh, i wanted to do my run but had to sit about waiting for him to get up, 4 hours later, then i made breakfast. and im a slow eater.......HE DUG in and started eating all my food!!! what a guts! so im like whatever, i think hes managed to mention that ive put on weight anyway, i so im hesitant to eat everythin on my plate, but i mean i just felt my food was always being eyed-off. talking more talking, more him talking. i showered whilst he was talking about afghanistan. he did not shower. i offered him towels. pointless exercise for people not in favor of hygeine. he was still talking about afghanistan when i walked back down the stairs and proposed a walk in the deer park. no. he'd rather play mario cart. ok. i hate it, like the worst thing ever, besides wwf (apart from in nacho libre) then 5 oclock comes around, i wanted to go to the store for supplies, no, he thinks he's going to leave on the train tonight. fine. can't send guest home hungry. pack snacks for him. we'll get dinner on the way to town. reluctance to pay bill, hm, guess who paid??!! and who paid for all the tazxi's? he didnt even offer!!! so we eat, he eyes off my food, im tired of it all, eat 1/3 of it, give him the rest, conversation greed again, talking about issues we pretty much agreed on, only he wasnt listening to me so he was arguing with me as if i didnt agree and if he had have listened i made the same concise point in 10seconds that he managed to make after 1 hour (of shear pain - for me) and then he wants to walk to the train station to save money on cab, so now i must walk with him (its freezing and its dark so i have to walk back by myself in the freezing dark from the dodgy part of town back home again.) we get lost, late, have to run, so im runnin 2 miles into chav town in the wrong direction, its MY fault, call taxi to fetch us and take us to station (my original idea) and finally to train station. i went to go draw money for the rest of the week (my account balance SO low now) and overhear him bitching and bargaining with the train guy about the price of a one way ticket to london¬!!!!!!!! im like youve got to be fucking kidding me!!! youve spent a grand total of £10 the WHOLE weekend and off loaded all your emotional bullshit on me and your complainging about the fricking price of a ticket!!!! so anyway, its 19:35 valentines, im broke, home alone (why didnt i think of this?) and soooooo mad right now. and i have all this bullshit to spill, so finally blogging has a use. blogs are supposed to be used though, people are not, right? what a bloody awful freaking weekend.