Oh, bother.
My life's taking one of those rotten twists again. I have four good Higher passes currently, but without good old Higher English (which I do think should be renamed Higher English Literature if it just can't bring itself to teach grammar; but my opinion counts for sod all at this particular moment) - so I thought I'd get myself five, including good old Higher English.
So I got on ma wee bike and cycled to auld Langside (for auld La-ang... no...) and got my interview last Monday. All went fine, but as I'm applying part-time, and am not currently on the dole, they want me to pay them £304 to get in the door. Me no have that kinda money, frankly. So I sat on my arse so scared that I had no idea how to apply for the dole that I waited till the Thursday when my dad returned from his jaunt in the south of England. (I also had some people over to stay and consumed a moderate amount of alcohol in this period, too, but that's besides the point.) Thursday and Friday passed me by, as I lay deep in thought, and walked hand-in-hand through the town with Stuart, my new-found hand-holding companion.
Then this Monday came, and I looked further into it and decided I'd much rather do HNC Social Sciences, which involves everything I'm interested in and spares the technical study of literature, which I really couldn't give a monkeys about. So I went into Langside to see about this, and they aren't enrolling for HNCs anymore. So I phoned about colleges and Cardonald, even though they only started the course two weeks ago, have stopped enrolling.
So I'm in a tight spot and I have to do something quick: either enrol full-time with Highers at Langside, fast-track a Benefits application somehow, find that £304 I've got stashed away, or do fuck all with my year such that if I do go to university next year, it certainly won't be in the course of my choice. Or try the Open University.
Beyond that, the once-fondly-named Wonderthighs is now persisting in giving me a deep-frozen shoulder. That is, he is positively being a right bastard, and I am none too happy at all.
With the whole change in outlook from him I feel betrayed, almost. He goes from a nice guy I know, to a crush, to something more intense felt mutually, to telling me the precarious situation with his girlfriend and wanting to be friends, to cutting me off without so much as an explanation as to why.
It's the complete lack of explanation that pisses me off so much.
His girlfriend can have him. I hope he treats her with a little more respect. And that if and when he does tell her about me I hope that he doesn't completely undermine me, and the intensity and significance of what went on for that short period. She has a right to know and I have the right not to be completely undermined and fucked over by him.
I also have a precarious situation myself right now with a friend that I'm not sure how to approach and am doing my utmost to be discreet about and let dust settle on.
Stuart has been fab these past few weeks. He even took me to Pizza Hut the other day and I ate his starter along with mine, finished his pizza when he'd had enough, and did the same with his dessert. And he calls himself a man - ha!
As you may have guessed, something is blossoming between me and Stuart. As soon as we both become aware of exactly what this is, you will be the first to know.
That is all.
So I got on ma wee bike and cycled to auld Langside (for auld La-ang... no...) and got my interview last Monday. All went fine, but as I'm applying part-time, and am not currently on the dole, they want me to pay them £304 to get in the door. Me no have that kinda money, frankly. So I sat on my arse so scared that I had no idea how to apply for the dole that I waited till the Thursday when my dad returned from his jaunt in the south of England. (I also had some people over to stay and consumed a moderate amount of alcohol in this period, too, but that's besides the point.) Thursday and Friday passed me by, as I lay deep in thought, and walked hand-in-hand through the town with Stuart, my new-found hand-holding companion.
Then this Monday came, and I looked further into it and decided I'd much rather do HNC Social Sciences, which involves everything I'm interested in and spares the technical study of literature, which I really couldn't give a monkeys about. So I went into Langside to see about this, and they aren't enrolling for HNCs anymore. So I phoned about colleges and Cardonald, even though they only started the course two weeks ago, have stopped enrolling.
So I'm in a tight spot and I have to do something quick: either enrol full-time with Highers at Langside, fast-track a Benefits application somehow, find that £304 I've got stashed away, or do fuck all with my year such that if I do go to university next year, it certainly won't be in the course of my choice. Or try the Open University.
Beyond that, the once-fondly-named Wonderthighs is now persisting in giving me a deep-frozen shoulder. That is, he is positively being a right bastard, and I am none too happy at all.
With the whole change in outlook from him I feel betrayed, almost. He goes from a nice guy I know, to a crush, to something more intense felt mutually, to telling me the precarious situation with his girlfriend and wanting to be friends, to cutting me off without so much as an explanation as to why.
It's the complete lack of explanation that pisses me off so much.
His girlfriend can have him. I hope he treats her with a little more respect. And that if and when he does tell her about me I hope that he doesn't completely undermine me, and the intensity and significance of what went on for that short period. She has a right to know and I have the right not to be completely undermined and fucked over by him.
I also have a precarious situation myself right now with a friend that I'm not sure how to approach and am doing my utmost to be discreet about and let dust settle on.
Stuart has been fab these past few weeks. He even took me to Pizza Hut the other day and I ate his starter along with mine, finished his pizza when he'd had enough, and did the same with his dessert. And he calls himself a man - ha!
As you may have guessed, something is blossoming between me and Stuart. As soon as we both become aware of exactly what this is, you will be the first to know.
That is all.