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Verity's Journal... |
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| Day 5: DEADLINE DAY. | ||||||
Tom’s not talking to me. If you somehow are reading this Jenna – I really am sorry. No offence to you or Tom but the woolly-hatted wally was never really my type. I guess things can change. Plus I was really drunk. Sorry. I’m wondering whether to try and re-take my final year - I certainly seem to have messed up this go at it. Or maybe I’m just making excuses because I don’t want to think about next year – my first year outside of Uni...the ‘real’ world. Perhaps that’s why I want to find Nigel so much. If I had proof that the world really was about to end, I’d know not to bother worrying about the future. Am I now just hoping that Nigel’s right? He didn’t start off as a drunk, haunting the local park. He wasn’t even round there when I started uni a few years ago so something must’ve pushed him over the edge at some point in his life. Looking back at all of the footage, he didn’t once give me a straight answer. Maybe he didn’t know what he was talking about. But then, every now and again, he really did seem more compos mentis than completos mentalist. If he’d have just told me something concrete, maybe I could’ve helped him. Especially if the world is about to end. Perhaps he just meant that his world was ending. Although, to be fair, the state of him suggested it already had.
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Yeah, wise words. But can I have another extension? Well, we’ll see. Of course, he wouldn’t tell me over the phone. Why can no one ever give a straight answer? He wants me to go in and see him at mid-day. Joy. I was just doing the sound for this next clip. It’s the last time I really spoke to Nigel before we saw him being grabbed. By then, I was clearly getting tired of Nigel not giving me straight answers either. For a man who walks around with such a bold statement strapped to himself, he certainly didn’t like talking about it. But those little moments where he seemed more lucid always had me thinking that he might know something I didn’t. Wouldn't surprise me. Everyone else seems to.
I’ve been thinking about what I wrote earlier – would it be better to know if the world were ending? Ignorance is bliss (and I seem to keep encountering more and more ‘blissful’ people in the world, mostly on Reality TV) but would we all act differently if we knew we would face some cataclysm next year? Next week? Tomorrow? I always knew this was my final year at uni - that what I did now would affect my entire future... It hasn’t stopped me making mistakes. Or ruining everything. Roll film.
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