Well I feel less heinous than I did the other night. It was quite fleeting really, and only lasted a day or two. I went to Beccy's on Wednesday, I think it was, and she cheered me right up, but then I went home and got depressed again. I got drunk and embarrassed myself by filling in drunken MySpace quizzes, and then went to the Co-Op, and embarrassed myself again, so then just went to bed. It was such total fun. But, for just a while, I didn't cry. It was a pathetic though, and then on Thursday I was over it. So it was all a bit retarded.
ANYWAY. On Thursday I had arranged with Sian and the Jesses to go beachin', but because the weather was so bad we went shopping instead which was just about bearable. I am awful at being a girl. But we did go to Primark and I bought the coolest jammies ever and on the bottoms there is a CLOUD with a FACE and they make me so happy. And I also bought some pants and socks and only spent £6 which was good. We also went to The Real McCoy's and perved on Jess Lane's fancy woman, and some other places too and then came home.
It was pretty cool but I didn't find a new bag so Mother gave me one that she got from someone, and it's cool and big and OMG I just realised it is pale blue. Ew. So I might not use it after all...I look like such a penis walking around with a handbag anyway. The dead animal one was barely acceptable, but this fat bum pale blue one is quite atrocious really. It has a pelican on it. So I need to find some kind of bag that isn't revoltingly girly but isn't a total man bag. GOSH I am such a transexual.
So, enough of the bag talk. Yesterday morning I had to babysit Bamalamalam whilst Annie did work or something and Mother went strawberry picking. I was all set to take Bam to Taunton with me and go and get my deposit back from college, but when I tried to put her in my car she cried and refused to get in. I have such great negotiating skills with children. So then we just sat around the house watching Peppa Pig and then she decided we would go to the park, which she just invented, so I took her to the "rec" and she went on the roundabout for at least 45 minutes. It was the most tedious experience of my entire existance. Then we were going to go on the slide but she was too scared because she's a total wimp, so she just walked around on the slide-climbing-frame-thing. The whole place has gone seriously downhill since I was a child. The graffiti-encrusted playhouse that I went on a rampage about and completely censored has been removed, which is gutting. All the paint on the climbing frames and roundabout and crap is faded and peeling and covered with gum and shit. How I miss my childhood. Anyway, Bam went on the roundabout a second time after the slide scenario, and actually fell into a coma and couldn't walk when I decided to force her to go home, so I had to carry her home and she's only a tiny thing but she was still heavy to walk aaaall the way home with, and so I got a backache. But anyway, after about 6 more hours of Peeeeeppa Pig *snort*, Mother returned and took her away. Phew. I am NEVER having children if 2 hours with one makes me feel like I'm dead.
So after that I finally went to Taunton, took back Zenith and got £55 of my deposit back 
It was vaguely sad, for about 5 seconds, but really I never had any emotional attachment to the place so it wasn't particularly devastating. I considered giving the £55 to Rosie but I figured I would probably need some form of money in Cornwall and I am too scared to ask Daddy to give me any. I get my bonus 5 days after we get back anyway, so it'll be fine. I'll deffo pay her back, like.
I came home from college and went to the aforementioned Rosie's house, because I thought other people would be there but I was the only one. HI I'M COOL. But it was cool. We watched the tennis because she's in love with Roger Federerererererer and then attempted to make scones which was actually the most amusing experience of my life. We couldn't work out what was going wrong, but they really tasted grim and didn't rise and were generally a waste of time. So we decided to go to Cullompton and buy some, but there wasn't a single scone anywhere in Cullompton, so we went back to Clyst Hydon. Haha. After that I had to go to work so I drove back again, and went to work which was lame and boring.
Afterwards I jumped in the car (Mascha) and went and picked Harriet up from Little Chef, and then went to Alix Lowe's where they got ready. On the way to Clyst Hydon (for the third time that day), we called into the 24-hour garage and bought stuff for Charlotte and a sandwich for me. The journey to Clyst Hydon made me want to kill myself. No offence, but OMG. Harriet was terrible. But anyway, we got there alive (barely) and went in and it was actually a really cool evening. We basically just chatted and messed about and it was really fun. Clare, Kate and Taggy were there when we got there, but Taggy went after a while and then Harriet left because she had work the next day. As she left she said "have fun in Cornwall" in a really pathetic way and it was actually really stupid. She was being fine up until that point, but that just made me feel basically the opposite of sorry for her. It was like, uh, get a grip? But anyway. We had a lot of fun. We stayed up until like 4.30am talking and bitching. Bitching, mostly. We are such bad, evil people. Anyway, Kate and Charlotte left and then Rosie went to bed and Alix Lowe and I slept in the living room. I had a really weird dream about diarrhoea, haha.
Uh yeah, so in the morning, which was this morning...it seems like 100 years ago though...we got up and sorted and then waited for everyone to get ready and for Alix Lowe's mum to pick her up, then we went our separate ways. Rosie and Clare went shopping in Exeter and I gave Rosie some money to buy me some mascara and some shoes like hers which are almost tiny tiny shoes but not quite, and they are actually the cutest things I have ever seen, but then she texted me saying they had sold out. So I was heartbroken because they are closest I would actually come to a) something girly and b) sandals. Never mind.
When I got home I had an hour-long bath and proper pampered myself. I am totally shaved and smooth and moisturised and nice-smelling and clean now. So that's all good. I even painted my mother fucking toenails, and then got scared at my girliness and had to talk to Dad about motorbikes for a while. John is trying to get a Buell Ulysses which are just the FITTEST bikes I have ever seen, and they do ORANGE ones and blaaaah I will die if John gets one.
Look how fit they are:
Far too attractive for John, I think it's fair to agree.
So yeah, after my mega-girly bath sesh, I watched some American Office, died over how beautiful Jenna Fischer is, and then went to work. Which was basically torture. It just draaagged so slowly, and I was so tired due to my 5 hours' sleep this morning that I was literally falling asleep stood up at the till. I was in a total coma and all the customers must've though I was stoned or something. But now that I am home and it is nearly 1am it's like HI AWAKE AWAKE ALERT TIME and so I am bloggin' it up rather than sleeping.
I think I might sleep now though, and maybe go to church in t'morning. And then work at 3, and then I am freeeeee until next Saturday! EW, which reminds me, they re-instated Saturday Night Fever on Co-Op radio! After its very lengthy ONE WHOLE WEEK break, I now get the pleasure, again, of the shittest 80s disco bollocks which supposedly is designed for "getting you in the mood for the weekend". More like getting me in the mood for STABBING that arse Rick in the eyes.
Sorry, that was a bit wrong after all the stabbings in London and stuff. Eurgh, it's disgusting. Two French students got stabbed 250 times and they think it was just for their bank details. Sick, totally. Grim.
Oh my gee, guess what I did earlier! I VOLUNTARILY watched an ENTIRE sports match! I watched the women's final at Wimbledon between Serena and Venus Williams and because I have absolutely zero knowledge of anything sporty, I decided to support Serena because she had better hair, but then Venus won. I was actually worrying excited by the match and on more than one occasion I jumped out of my seat and/or shouted at the screen, and then realised YOU ARE WATCHING SPORTS FOR FUN and cried. But it was interesting and I am not ashamed of my new found sport fandom. And it is not just because Rosie forced me to watch tennis yesterday. Which was boring and full of men anyway, so it is clearly the Williams sisters' very erotic-sounding tennis grunts that attracts me to the game. Hahaha. Beccy said "competitive grunts + muscular thighs = lesbian paradise"
Too true, too true.
I am listening to Billy Gilman and it is depressing me. Mother had a rant at me earlier about drugs because I said if you wanted to get drugs in Cullompton it would not be hard. She thinks I am a total raging lesbian drug addict. Silly lady. Then she started going on about how I should basically forget all my current friends because I will make new better ones at uni and forget my school friends. It was actually quite horrible. She is so insensitive. She has started the whole "when I was your age I was engaged and working full time and being a nurse and earning money and being perfect and not doing drugs" ranting now, which is just disturbing. I am more glad than is possible to describe that I am not engaged and being a submissive housewife. Gah.
Well I believe that it is all that has happened to me. In great, detailed detail. So I'm going to go get some sleep and then probably not blog again until I get back from Cornywall on Friday so BYE!
xxx
