Ouuuu eeeeest toooooooon tete?
Well after a fabbity new year, things have been somewhat weird. I can't turn around for some kind of complicated 'thing' between two or more people. Not that I speak as an innocent, I always seem to get myself involved in these things. And I really don't want to be. This is the very very worst way to lose friends. Through petty, silly, half right arguments and accusations. If people 1) were completely honest, 2) consistent and 3) considerate, such things wouldn't be an issue. Easier said than done. Really, all I want is for my friends to know that I love them. The ones I really care about know who they are. I HOPE they know that I'd never intentionally do anything to hurt them. Sian and I were on the verge of an argument recently, she said she thought I hated her, and it really shook me. If even Sian doesn't realise that I'd never hate her, what hope for the others?
BAH.
Resits are also on the horizon. I reckon I'm going to do excellently in 2/3 of one of my G&P units, as I did about 8 hours of revision on it. This week is dedicated now to further revision. Apart from the weekend, obv. I WANT to do colleg work. It's starting it that seems to be the problem. And the more encouragment I get, the more of a chore it seems. Cos you know, when someone TELLS you to do something, it's almost always something you don't want to do. Ag. I will though. I know I will. Eventually. I always do. I'm also smoking far less dope than last exam period. Haven't for daaaaaaaaaaaaaays. Ask me ANYTHING about the British constitution.
I've also come to the conclusion that I'm going to say something to my parents about Dave. They've been ultra relaxed about me going out lately, so I figure I owe them a bit of honesty in return. If they don't like it, I'll live in Kirsty's attic. Or Sian's house. My ultimate plan was to marry Jamie, so I guess we could just enact it earlier.
*have to go curry shopping- completion due*
It is tomorrow now, but pah.
I realised I hadn't actually said much about NYE.
Well, we (Joy, Sian and I) got to Dave's about half eight, and Andy was already there. We drank and talked in high pitched voices. Then two weird blokes turned up who turned out to be Gareth (more about him later) and MICHAEL PARKINSON (who offended me by skinning up TWICE without offering it about). About 11 we headed to Havana, had a drink, and some nice drugs and then it turned midnight (cue a bout of kissing). As the night went on, I had more of each (i've never felt quite so sordid) and the music got progressively more boom de boom de boom. We met two really ugly guys called Matt and Martin, who really should have known they didn't stand a chance. They were nice, however, so we talked to them...... all night. Joy felt unwell half way through, so Andy took her home. The rest of us got home a couple of hours later, where we drank etc a bit more, and I had a great time directing customers round Allders, despite the fact that my head was down the toilet (this has been told, rather than remembered). I also got whacky with Joy's face again.
But it was just all so LOVEly. I had my favourite babies with me. And Andy, who was just soooo sweet about Joy and everything. And I was so happy. And so was Sian. And I *think* Dave was. And Joy was apart from the ill thing. And even the people I didn't KNOW were lovely. I kind of vaguely remember being introduced to people.... but no names or faces. Ah, Gareth! Well I'm not sure what he'd had, but he seemed to be having a fabulous, lanky time all on his own, bending round corners and grinning AND I've been promised we can see him again. Especially since there was a DEF hint of him coming onto Sian at the end. YEEEEEEES.
So all in all.......... easily beats last year.
And yes. Even the year before.
BAH.
Resits are also on the horizon. I reckon I'm going to do excellently in 2/3 of one of my G&P units, as I did about 8 hours of revision on it. This week is dedicated now to further revision. Apart from the weekend, obv. I WANT to do colleg work. It's starting it that seems to be the problem. And the more encouragment I get, the more of a chore it seems. Cos you know, when someone TELLS you to do something, it's almost always something you don't want to do. Ag. I will though. I know I will. Eventually. I always do. I'm also smoking far less dope than last exam period. Haven't for daaaaaaaaaaaaaays. Ask me ANYTHING about the British constitution.
I've also come to the conclusion that I'm going to say something to my parents about Dave. They've been ultra relaxed about me going out lately, so I figure I owe them a bit of honesty in return. If they don't like it, I'll live in Kirsty's attic. Or Sian's house. My ultimate plan was to marry Jamie, so I guess we could just enact it earlier.
*have to go curry shopping- completion due*
It is tomorrow now, but pah.
I realised I hadn't actually said much about NYE.
Well, we (Joy, Sian and I) got to Dave's about half eight, and Andy was already there. We drank and talked in high pitched voices. Then two weird blokes turned up who turned out to be Gareth (more about him later) and MICHAEL PARKINSON (who offended me by skinning up TWICE without offering it about). About 11 we headed to Havana, had a drink, and some nice drugs and then it turned midnight (cue a bout of kissing). As the night went on, I had more of each (i've never felt quite so sordid) and the music got progressively more boom de boom de boom. We met two really ugly guys called Matt and Martin, who really should have known they didn't stand a chance. They were nice, however, so we talked to them...... all night. Joy felt unwell half way through, so Andy took her home. The rest of us got home a couple of hours later, where we drank etc a bit more, and I had a great time directing customers round Allders, despite the fact that my head was down the toilet (this has been told, rather than remembered). I also got whacky with Joy's face again.
But it was just all so LOVEly. I had my favourite babies with me. And Andy, who was just soooo sweet about Joy and everything. And I was so happy. And so was Sian. And I *think* Dave was. And Joy was apart from the ill thing. And even the people I didn't KNOW were lovely. I kind of vaguely remember being introduced to people.... but no names or faces. Ah, Gareth! Well I'm not sure what he'd had, but he seemed to be having a fabulous, lanky time all on his own, bending round corners and grinning AND I've been promised we can see him again. Especially since there was a DEF hint of him coming onto Sian at the end. YEEEEEEES.
So all in all.......... easily beats last year.
And yes. Even the year before.