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Name: David
Country: United Kingdom
Birthday: 7/24/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: Literature, The ladies, Lifting weights, Alienaa.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
7/9/2005
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| Damn, Xanga was out cold for 2
days. Oh well. Back now. I got a letter today confirming my place at
college for September so thats good. Another one from a job I applied
to confirming that no motherfucker wants to hire a convicted armed
robber! I don't blame them really. I wouldn't employ me purely on the
merit of my bare ass Curriculum Vitae.
I've just been looking at Universities on the 'net. Theres two I want
to go to, I know I can get accepted to one, I'm just waiting for some
entry requirement information from the other. Apart from that, well, I
havent been doing anything good. Been to the gym a few times. Finished
'Jane Eyre'. Started 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'.
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| Prison and Crime stories! I've decided maybe i will give them names... oooh exciting!
The parrot that was really a rat:
There was once a guy who lived near me. He was never a friend but I
knew him. We'll call him Curtis Jones. He was a burglar and sometime
armed robber. He was not what you would call a criminal mastermind. In
fact he had his name tattood across the back of his neck. everytime he
committed a crime he used to have to back away a few metre befor he
could run away. Ha ha.
Many years ago he burgled a big stately home in a really rich area.
Among other things, one of the items he took was a very expensive and
attractive parrot which he decided to keep. He taught this parrot to
speak. One of the things he taught it to say was "Curtis Jones".
I think he must have got bored of the bird eventually and ended up
selling it or giving it away to a friend,m another criminal. One day
the police raided the friend's house for reasons I can't remember.
Suspecting the parrot was stolen they took it and eventually traced it
back to it's origional owners and connected it with the burglary that
happend some months before. Who did they suspect of comitting this
burglary? Well, all I can say is that for 2 days the parrot was sat in
the police station saying "Curtis Jones... Curtis Jones" He was actually arrested for the burglary and quite possibly charged.
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| I'm
just about to go to the library. My 'Teach yourself Latin' books have
come in so I'm going to pick them up. then i'm going to the gym. I'm
going to do legs, back and arms today.
It's also my birthday in 6 days. I think this is going to be the first
birthday in about 5 years that I havent been in prison, on probation or
on parole. I'm having a quiet one though. Not doing much at all.
Also... about my date. I havent yet told her that I used to be a
criminal. And she definately doesn't know I've been in prison. We've
only met a couple of times and it's getting to the point now where to
keep it from her is dis-honest. So far, It's OK. I havent kept it from
her, we've just had other stuff to talk about and I don't feel bad
about it.
I don't know what to do though. A lot of girls wouldn't care, maybe she
won't care but Boyyyyyyyyyyyy... I dunno. It's a tough one. If I
thought I could not tell her and she wouldn't ever find out about it
I'd seriously consider never mentioning it. But I'd feel a bit bad
about that (Only a bit though). Also though, I'm pretty dumb at times
and i know eventually I'd slip up and tell one of my stories that
starts "When I was in prison...." or "I knew someone like that in
prison." I'm just too forgetfull to keep it under wraps indefinately.
Anyway... Seeing as I'm on the subject, I may as well tell a
funny prison story. For the recored, my stories don't have titles or
any kind of moral to them. they're just tales of stuff that happend or
people I met. Like the Dad and 2 sons that murdered their mother or
Spiky Dave who could squirt milk from his third nipple! Ha ha... (I'll
do it when I get back from Library and
gym).
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| Dragged
myself out of bed at 9.00am, What to do today? Gawd I hate Sundays.
Think I'm going to read and sunbathe. I finally admitted defeat
regarding the book 'Ulysses'. For days now James Joyce has had me
in an intellectual headlock. For an Irishman he certainly uses a
helluva lot of Latin and damn those thunder words! What the hell is
'contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality' supposed to mean? I really
wanted to enjoy the book but I ended up trying to force myself to read
it which is not good. I'm going to read 'Jane Eyre' instead. Lovely
book. Maybe when I get a degree in English Lit I'll be able to
understand Joyce.
Can you even get a degree in English Lit without understanding Joyce? Time will tell.
I've got a date on Tuesday. Well, kind of a date. I'm just going for a
day out. Not to do anything too exciting. Were going to York, the city
where I will hopefully be going to University. The girl I'm going with
is lovely. breathtakingly attractive, rich and very very intelligent
(she understands
James Joyce and Shakespeare perfectly). What the hell she sees in me I
don't know. She is actually way out of my league but seems not to have
acknowledged the fact. It does bother me slightly because it can't
evade her notice indefinately. I'm just going to have to try to be
extra charming to compensate for it.
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| It's my birthday a week from tomorrow. Raas, I feel soooo old! Lucky i only look about 19 when I've had a shave.
Well, I had my final interview for college on Thursday. I'm going to be
studying English Literature, Psycology and History. The course is a
year long, but by around Christmas time I will be applying to
Universities. I already know which one I want to go to though. Well,
It's between two but they are both in the same, beautiful city so I'm
not too botherd which one I end up at.
At one point I thought I was going to have to study maths, which I
really detest. Thankfully it panned out different to expected so I
don't have to. I really think I would have got bogged down and
disheartened by it if I did and it would have adversly affected the
rest of my college work. I have real trouble with numbers. Even the
simplest mathematical problems confuse me.
I'm really looking forward to starting learning. University is what I'm
really excited about but college will still be good. When I was still a
criminal I used to know a lot of students (good customers). I got on
well with them and used to go drinking with them from time to time. I
used to really envy them for the world they lived in and I longed to be
part of it. This was towards the end of my criminal career, when
I knew I wanted to get out. That I'm now going to be part of it feels
amazing. I feel like how I imagine people must feel when they find
religion. Except I'll have hundreds and thousands of important texts to read rather than just one holy book.
This whole new world is opening up in front of me and It feels good.
Like being born again!
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