Guess who's back...Back again...

IT's ADAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, unfortunately it isn't. Although it might be... I dunno, I need to catch up on the whole Heroes malarkey some time. Do it over breakfast tomorrow.
Anyway, yes, zat is right, I am back from ze Russia! It was pretty awesome, and as with the last holiday, I've kept a proper diary, so I can tell you all about it! For now, though, I'm going to go on a pathetic ramble and feel sorry for myself.
Don't worry, this post does resolve itself after a fashion, and there is an exciting quest involved, but for those of you who don't know the history between me and Blondie (that's obviously not her real name, of course), check back through the archives, I think she pops up once or twice last year. But yeah, anyway, she was on this trip. And no matter what I did, no matter how I tried to convince myself it would never work, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Like an insect bite that you know you shouldn't scratch, but you just can't resist. Actually, they're saying now that scratching some bites can be good... But yeah, it's got to the stage now where it's gone beyond just beauty etc etc. It's at the stage where I actually have a craving for her voice. That sounds way to cliched...But I think it's true.
Anyway, along comes 'Mr Cool', who before I didn't mind, but now he just annoys me. He's a bit like Gatsby. I don't want to like him, but I just can't help it. It's like, if you cut him in half he would be pure cool all the way through. Too cool. Like Massa. But this annoys me, 'cause it leaves us mere mortals a bit depressed. He's just so.... Perfect. He knows all the right times to be funny, all the right times to be kind and sincere, all the right things to say to people. And he has such a following. He's practically idolised. So yeah, Blondie ended up falling in with his camp.
OK, that's fair enough. It shouldn't really matter to me any more. I mean, it's painful to watch them just casually exchanging banter the way I can't really because we didn't have that connection from the start. But it's not really my business. But what it has led me to is a goal of my own. I'll never be with Blondie now. I guess I can accept that. I've missed too many opportunities to just be friends, and earn brownie points with her 'circle', and all that jazz, but what I do know is that my true love is going to be very similar to her. Yeah, I know no two people are the same, and all that, but there have got to be other petite blonde saxophonists with a really cool voice, perfect face and eccentric personality who are great fun when drunk, who DON'T know a Mr Cool. Surely?
So there you go. That's my quest. I've taken Hiro's point of view. So what's going to happen is I'm going to Mr-Cool-ify myself a bit, try and lose a little weight, build up muscles etc etc etc. Work on my conversation skills, earn some more money, that sort of thing. And once I'm.....well, not Mr Cool, but similar, without losing my personality, I can go and look for another petite blonde saxophonist with a really cool voice, perfect face and eccentric personality who's great fun when drunk, who DOESN'T know a Mr Cool. And yes, there'll be disappointment, and false leads, and all the stuff you would get in a good soap opera, if such a thing really exists, but now I know just what kind of person I'm after. And besides, there are six billion people in the world. Out of six billion, there has to be more than one Blondie.

So there you go. I have bored your eyes out of their sockets again. Hopefully tomorrow, when we get down to the actual diary, you'll find it much more interesting. Romance isn't everyone's cup of tea, but stick around, 'cause there's plenty of action, too.

See ya 'round!

Jack