oh lord. i ran into an ex tonight. at a mate's party. see, unfortunately and regrettably and all that, he's a year younger. and let's call him j. and my best mate and her little sis held the party and he was here. and i'm still here. and it's awful. he was watching me all night, and i remember that we used to vow to each other that we'd look after each other alway6s and stuff. and it's awful. i'm terrible.
mind you, he probably got off lucky, i'm so gross and disgusting. i'm ugly and i'm fat and im' horrible. he's probably been sat there thinking thank god i didn't end up with her. she makes me want to vomit.
i hate jmyself so m;uch. wihs i could put a knife to jmy skin and forget it all.
but i'm still at miss best mate's house. sob.
in the morning then.
sob.
i hhat eme.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
the morning after
completely hungover today. ag.
brilliant night out last night. cant' wait for new years. am paying for it tenfold. feet killing me. haha, got some brilliant pictures. I was out in wigan for boxing day, and the ENTIRE town was dressed up. I even saw one guy dressed as a whoopee cushion!! It was fantastic.
benazir bhuto was assassinated today and then the guy blew himself up. it's absolutely awful. the world's such a terrible place.
mischa barton was arrested for having pot and being drunk while driving.
i do despair of the world.
why isn't pete doherty in prison yet?
brilliant night out last night. cant' wait for new years. am paying for it tenfold. feet killing me. haha, got some brilliant pictures. I was out in wigan for boxing day, and the ENTIRE town was dressed up. I even saw one guy dressed as a whoopee cushion!! It was fantastic.
benazir bhuto was assassinated today and then the guy blew himself up. it's absolutely awful. the world's such a terrible place.
mischa barton was arrested for having pot and being drunk while driving.
i do despair of the world.
why isn't pete doherty in prison yet?
Saturday, December 22, 2007
boredom and hamsters
I'm babysitting for my niece, nephew and their three friends. needless to say i'm really quite bored.
i'm facebooking (which, by the way has been entered into the collins english dictionary for 2008, as both a noun and a verb) and reading the guardian weekend magazine, and texting my friends. but it's still only half past eight. i feel like it's going to be a very long night.
...
it's twenty past nine now. i'm watching lead balloon. hot fuzz died. thankfully. just as it should have at the box office.
I think I really miss Tom. I can't wait to see him (I'm home for the Christmas Holidays) and so I haven't seen him for 2 weeks.
But it hasnt' been really bad. Absense makes the heart grow fonder and all that.
I met up with Miss K from uni on Thursday. It was really fun to see her again. I do miss her when i'm not living with her! I've been working a bit as well, so I've got just over £100. And today I've been driving round paying visits to people. And tomorrow I'm going to the cinema to watch St Trinians - oooh Russell Brand, Lily Cole, Colin Firth, Rupert Everett !! - and then my friend's having a party tomorrow evening. Hurrah!
Argh. Bored.
Kill me?
i'm facebooking (which, by the way has been entered into the collins english dictionary for 2008, as both a noun and a verb) and reading the guardian weekend magazine, and texting my friends. but it's still only half past eight. i feel like it's going to be a very long night.
...
it's twenty past nine now. i'm watching lead balloon. hot fuzz died. thankfully. just as it should have at the box office.
I think I really miss Tom. I can't wait to see him (I'm home for the Christmas Holidays) and so I haven't seen him for 2 weeks.
But it hasnt' been really bad. Absense makes the heart grow fonder and all that.
I met up with Miss K from uni on Thursday. It was really fun to see her again. I do miss her when i'm not living with her! I've been working a bit as well, so I've got just over £100. And today I've been driving round paying visits to people. And tomorrow I'm going to the cinema to watch St Trinians - oooh Russell Brand, Lily Cole, Colin Firth, Rupert Everett !! - and then my friend's having a party tomorrow evening. Hurrah!
Argh. Bored.
Kill me?
Thursday, December 06, 2007
I have a blister on my toe.
I've never had a blister on my toe before. It isn't as bad as a blister on the heel, but it still isn't great. Not happy. Other than that my new shoes are actually extremely comfy. Impressed much.
Today has been the worst day ever. Even worse than the day after halloween when I was brought home in a police van. It's been hellish. I was hungover to start with, which I never am. I didn't recover till about 5pm. I had to get up at half nine for a lecture, I had an exam, and the lecture was on stats. I was soooo not in the mood for that. Then I had food at Yates' which I thought would make me feel better but just made me want to be sick.
Then I staggered to another class where ihad to make a speech, and i just wanted to die. I kept falling into a daze and swaying. Then my face went tingly and I thought it was going to fall off. Not good.
Then my boyfriend text me saying 'do you remember what you said last night?' which I didn't. I do remember calling him as I was walking home, but I don't remember what i said. And he said I upset him and he thought I was going to break up with him. Which is... well. Pretty bad. It's good that he was upset at the thought, but what if I've trashed our relationship before we've been together a month?
hmm... well, I'll keep posting on the progress. But yeah, basically it was terribile today. AND I lost ANOTHER eyeliner. Damn makeup stealing pixies.
Not a happy bunny.
I've never had a blister on my toe before. It isn't as bad as a blister on the heel, but it still isn't great. Not happy. Other than that my new shoes are actually extremely comfy. Impressed much.
Today has been the worst day ever. Even worse than the day after halloween when I was brought home in a police van. It's been hellish. I was hungover to start with, which I never am. I didn't recover till about 5pm. I had to get up at half nine for a lecture, I had an exam, and the lecture was on stats. I was soooo not in the mood for that. Then I had food at Yates' which I thought would make me feel better but just made me want to be sick.
Then I staggered to another class where ihad to make a speech, and i just wanted to die. I kept falling into a daze and swaying. Then my face went tingly and I thought it was going to fall off. Not good.
Then my boyfriend text me saying 'do you remember what you said last night?' which I didn't. I do remember calling him as I was walking home, but I don't remember what i said. And he said I upset him and he thought I was going to break up with him. Which is... well. Pretty bad. It's good that he was upset at the thought, but what if I've trashed our relationship before we've been together a month?
hmm... well, I'll keep posting on the progress. But yeah, basically it was terribile today. AND I lost ANOTHER eyeliner. Damn makeup stealing pixies.
Not a happy bunny.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Good Lord! Last night, I broke my bed.
I had a wonderful day yesterday. It started off pretty poorly. I had a lie in (good) but then I checked my uni emails and found one saying that I hadn't submitted my assignment. So I had to trekk to college (in the rain, of course) and sort that out.
Plus the day before had been extremely bad. I was in a sort of depressed bubble all day.
Anyway, it gets better from here. Fortunately I managed to get all my reading done in my lecture, which was marv. Then after that me and two mates Miss K and Miss K went shopping. I hit topshop and found the most beautiful pair of shoes.
They're red and leather with a beautiful strap and they have pretty round toes. Exquisite.
Then I had a thorntons chocolate bar (oh yes, sicilien lemon mousse) which is one of the ones which are derived from a posh chocolate and then just stuck together to make a bar. mmm mmmmmm. And I also got pretty knickers. Not from thorntons, from topshop :)
Then we came home. Ag. It was just awful. It rained like no precipitation has ever fallen before. It was like a scene out of the day after tomorrow. it was absolutely horrendous. Miss K (the one i live with) had mascara streaked all down her face, poor thing. And I looked pretty horrendous, with my hair blown back in a strange wet matted beehive.
We sang bohemian rhapsody very poorly and incorrectly to cheer our spirits. Then we had to dash in to our rooms before the boys saw (when you live with boys and come home soaked, they are not, largely, full of sympathy).
So then I dried my hair back to some sort of normality, caught the end of neighbours, and then had a phone call from a friend, which was nice. Then I had a barth!!!!!!
It was the best thing ever. I've been reluctant to have one in halls (don't fear, I have showered instead. I'm not that stinky) because the walls don't reach the ceiling. However, today, while miss K and I discussed it, we alighted on the plan of wearing a (i)bikini(/i) in the bath.
So simple, but yet so ingenious. Because I am no prude, but i would never live it down if one of the boys caught me in the buff. It's bad enough being the nympho who broke her bed.
So yes, the barth was delicious. Funny shape though, long and thin. I'm used to a corner bath at home. But beggars can't be choosers, and it definitely did the job. I read fear of flying by erica jong while I was in there. I just wallowed for 50 beautiful minutes. I must check my thesaurus for an alternative to exquisite. Mr Boy says it makes him feel like a truffle when I use it to describe him...hmm... I'm not sure I would say ethereal was a synonym for exquisite. I may take on board 'charming'. It has quite a quaint feel to it. As if you're in a Jane Austen.
I may well take to using 'flawless' also. I do love words.
Anyway... oh yes, yesterday evening. I had my bath, and it was ludicrously hot. I love it when the water's steaming and you can hardly stand it. So that sometimes you have to wave your legs about so you cool off a bit and don't pass out.
Then I exited from the bathroom, and got dressed and hung out with Miss K for a bit. We washed her jeans which had collected a lovely array of stones and grit from walking in the rain, and we dissected her new beau. well, future beau. And then I stuffed my face with cheesey smash and beans, and cracked open a bottle of red.
So I was feeling extremely pleased. Like I was wrapped in a duvet of love and wonderfulness. Then it got even better, as Mr Boy came online and asked if he could come round. !!!
So I said yeah of course, he didn't need permission. And he came over and it was just lovely and chilled. Filled with drink, giggling and kissing (because yesterday I was still on my period, more's the pity). Then he was lying in bed, and I was in his arms, and he said, right, you have four minutes to get ready and come back to me. My arms will miss you.
So I brushed my teeth and took my makeup off, and I sat on the bed and BOOMSH. The bed collapsed. it was the corner that mr Boy was lying in (the legs at the head end just gave way, they've always been rickety). The look on his face was so completely amusing.
So that was my evening. I had the worst night's sleep ever. Which isn't unusual when he stays over. It isn't anything he does, I think it's just been a while since I shared a bed (and when it was, it was in my beautiful double bed at home) so I think I'll have to wait a while to get used to it.
So I went to Miss K's room and we decided that making food was the best option. So I had a four egg (naughty naughty) bacon tomato and cheese omelette. And she had a tray of chips.
Honestly, all we do is eat together. It's pretty yum though.
My bed still smells of him. mmmm.
And that was my lovely evening. :)
I had a wonderful day yesterday. It started off pretty poorly. I had a lie in (good) but then I checked my uni emails and found one saying that I hadn't submitted my assignment. So I had to trekk to college (in the rain, of course) and sort that out.
Plus the day before had been extremely bad. I was in a sort of depressed bubble all day.
Anyway, it gets better from here. Fortunately I managed to get all my reading done in my lecture, which was marv. Then after that me and two mates Miss K and Miss K went shopping. I hit topshop and found the most beautiful pair of shoes.
They're red and leather with a beautiful strap and they have pretty round toes. Exquisite.
Then I had a thorntons chocolate bar (oh yes, sicilien lemon mousse) which is one of the ones which are derived from a posh chocolate and then just stuck together to make a bar. mmm mmmmmm. And I also got pretty knickers. Not from thorntons, from topshop :)
Then we came home. Ag. It was just awful. It rained like no precipitation has ever fallen before. It was like a scene out of the day after tomorrow. it was absolutely horrendous. Miss K (the one i live with) had mascara streaked all down her face, poor thing. And I looked pretty horrendous, with my hair blown back in a strange wet matted beehive.
We sang bohemian rhapsody very poorly and incorrectly to cheer our spirits. Then we had to dash in to our rooms before the boys saw (when you live with boys and come home soaked, they are not, largely, full of sympathy).
So then I dried my hair back to some sort of normality, caught the end of neighbours, and then had a phone call from a friend, which was nice. Then I had a barth!!!!!!
It was the best thing ever. I've been reluctant to have one in halls (don't fear, I have showered instead. I'm not that stinky) because the walls don't reach the ceiling. However, today, while miss K and I discussed it, we alighted on the plan of wearing a (i)bikini(/i) in the bath.
So simple, but yet so ingenious. Because I am no prude, but i would never live it down if one of the boys caught me in the buff. It's bad enough being the nympho who broke her bed.
So yes, the barth was delicious. Funny shape though, long and thin. I'm used to a corner bath at home. But beggars can't be choosers, and it definitely did the job. I read fear of flying by erica jong while I was in there. I just wallowed for 50 beautiful minutes. I must check my thesaurus for an alternative to exquisite. Mr Boy says it makes him feel like a truffle when I use it to describe him...hmm... I'm not sure I would say ethereal was a synonym for exquisite. I may take on board 'charming'. It has quite a quaint feel to it. As if you're in a Jane Austen.
I may well take to using 'flawless' also. I do love words.
Anyway... oh yes, yesterday evening. I had my bath, and it was ludicrously hot. I love it when the water's steaming and you can hardly stand it. So that sometimes you have to wave your legs about so you cool off a bit and don't pass out.
Then I exited from the bathroom, and got dressed and hung out with Miss K for a bit. We washed her jeans which had collected a lovely array of stones and grit from walking in the rain, and we dissected her new beau. well, future beau. And then I stuffed my face with cheesey smash and beans, and cracked open a bottle of red.
So I was feeling extremely pleased. Like I was wrapped in a duvet of love and wonderfulness. Then it got even better, as Mr Boy came online and asked if he could come round. !!!
So I said yeah of course, he didn't need permission. And he came over and it was just lovely and chilled. Filled with drink, giggling and kissing (because yesterday I was still on my period, more's the pity). Then he was lying in bed, and I was in his arms, and he said, right, you have four minutes to get ready and come back to me. My arms will miss you.
So I brushed my teeth and took my makeup off, and I sat on the bed and BOOMSH. The bed collapsed. it was the corner that mr Boy was lying in (the legs at the head end just gave way, they've always been rickety). The look on his face was so completely amusing.
So that was my evening. I had the worst night's sleep ever. Which isn't unusual when he stays over. It isn't anything he does, I think it's just been a while since I shared a bed (and when it was, it was in my beautiful double bed at home) so I think I'll have to wait a while to get used to it.
So I went to Miss K's room and we decided that making food was the best option. So I had a four egg (naughty naughty) bacon tomato and cheese omelette. And she had a tray of chips.
Honestly, all we do is eat together. It's pretty yum though.
My bed still smells of him. mmmm.
And that was my lovely evening. :)
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