Sliiiiightly tipsy just now, but feeling good for it. In a way, at least.

I'll go down the catharsis route and clear all the shite first, then go for telling all the happy stuff:
So I was out on a work night out, which Fiona was at, and Flannigan spotted the oh-so-fucking obvious attraction going on there (as if I haven't been this obvious about it the whole time since I met her, three years ago) which made me feel just great. Basically she's about the prettiest girl on the planet, with absolutely no interest in guys at all. She has the occasional crush on someone in Stargate or Buffy that she'll mention, but never a boyfriend or even a guy she kinda likes. Of course, this makes it all the more frustrating because I don't even have a rival who has her attantions that I can hate for it.
I went out with her (rather unsuccessfully and it was hardly a "date") once, about two-and-a-half years ago, and as far as I know that's been it with boys for her in the time I've known her. I've flat-out asked her about it before now and she's simply shrugged, saying she's not that interested and wants to focus on university work.
A strage fish, to say the least.

The fact that I'm actovely worrying about pursuing Fiona can only mean that I ahve (yet another) relationship on the rocks. *Sigh*
Neil is a great guy, he's intelligent, funny, says sweet things about me all the time (which I find hard to handle/believe) and is really taken by me. Therein lies the rub, for I'm not quite so taken by/attracted to him. He's nice; exactly the boy I should want, but he isn't who I do want. And it's gonna break his heart to tell him so, but I really can't lead him on any longer: it's not fair and he can do much better than me and the shite I burden him with. Any advice on how to speak to him about said mater would be much appreciated, my plan currently consists of getting him on neutral ground (i.e. not his house, where sexxing would invarabily occur and I'd feel even worse) then telling him...

Sliiiiightly tipsy just now, but feeling good for it. In a way, at least.

I'll go down the catharsis route and clear all the shite first, then go for telling all the happy stuff:
So I was out on a work night out, which Fiona was at, and Flannigan spotted the oh-so-fucking obvious attraction going on there (as if I haven't been this obvious about it the whole time since I met her, three years ago) which made me feel just great. Basically she's about the prettiest girl on the planet, with absolutely no interest in guys at all. She has the occasional crush on someone in Stargate or Buffy that she'll mention, but never a boyfriend or even a guy she kinda likes. Of course, this makes it all the more frustrating because I don't even have a rival who has her attantions that I can hate for it.
I went out with her (rather unsuccessfully and it was hardly a "date") once, about two-and-a-half years ago, and as far as I know that's been it with boys for her in the time I've known her. I've flat-out asked her about it before now and she's simply shrugged, saying she's not that interested and wants to focus on university work.
A strage fish, to say the least.

The fact that I'm actovely worrying about pursuing Fiona can only mean that I ahve (yet another) relationship on the rocks. *Sigh*
Neil is a great guy, he's intelligent, funny, says sweet things about me all the time (which I find hard to handle/believe) and is really taken by me. Therein lies the rub, for I'm not quite so taken by/attracted to him. He's nice; exactly the boy I should want, but he isn't who I do want. And it's gonna break his heart to tell him so, but I really can't lead him on any longer: it's not fair and he can do much better than me and the shite I burden him with. Any advice on how to speak to him about said mater would be much appreciated, my plan currently consists of getting him on neutral ground (i.e. not his house, where sexxing would invarabily occur and I'd feel even worse) then telling him he deserves better because I'm much too fucked-up in the head and selfishly involved in my own problems.
Still, help is always appreciated.

My mp3 player is slightly fucked, with what is apparently a common Zen fault: the headphoens jack becoming loose so the connection to the earphones is loose and sound-quality becomes sporadic at best. I tried to get in with mini-screwdrivers but the outer-case screws were torn apart by the screwdriver because they were made of soft metal and the inner screws are just not budging. Thus a solution was needed that would hold the headphones jack in just the right position to keep continuous sound quality without me needing to keep my hand in my pocket all the time (as I needed to for a while).
Thus...

Ta-da!
The extremely high-tech solution of using duct-tape and a rubber band was hatched. It actually works pretty well, providing I don't walk too quickly. I'm rather proud of it, actually

Goign to Leeds to see Owen was really quite fun, a good adventure trip myself - even if I didn't speak to anyone who I wasn't, in some way or another, giving money to. Mike Kinsella (a.k.a. Owen) is a really sweet, friendly, honest guy and he's got a good sense of humour on stage as well. He fucked up at a couple of points (to the extent of having to be reminded what the next line in a song was) and he made a wee joke about it by changing a lyric to be "not knowing how to play my own fucking songs". But yeah, totally worth the trip to hear his acoustic set (he had an iPod hooked up for a few songs, but it didn't work in stereo so he abandoned that and did a few other songs instead, which I think I preferred to the iPod usage). Other than the gig Leeds was really, really boring. I read a lot - to the point where I completely finished 3 books start-to-finsih and read the last 50 pages of another book I had with me - while I was there. The shops are the exact same as any other semi-large British city and the place does actually just look like a cross between Oxford and Manchester. It has too many record shops (by which I mean shops that sell records, of course, not just HMV/Virgin shite) for me to be safe: spent loads on vinyl It was worth it, though. I got: an Owen EP that's only out on vinyl in Germany, because he brought some of them with him; the new Jesu EP (fantastic - one of only 900, grey/clear disc) and my favourite Explosions In The Sky album.

Okay, think it's time for me to sleep now - I shan't bore you with my tales of extremely-delayed trains home form Leeds.

G'night all.