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My grandparents are here, it being Mothering Sunday tomorrow and all that. I had to pretty much trust my brother with our mother's present this year, because I literally had no time to do it. I threw a twenty at him and told him to get her Bleak House on DVD and maybe some chocolates or something.
Work today was hard; it was too bloody busy for my liking. But the thing is, if you're rushing around constantly, you forget how tired you are. And then as soon as there's a lull and you stop, it suddenly hits you like a tidal wave.
Sarah's boyfriend came in today. She's shown me pictures of him before and to be perfectly honest he's not as good looking as his pictures. Which I guess is the norm, but still. Anyway, that got me thinking about last night, when we went ice skating, and how Gemma, Vickey and I were all set to look for hot guys and when we got there it was all 14 year old chavs shouting "BOB SAGOT!" every 10 seconds. I maintain my argument that there are no nice, good-looking guys in Britain. I mean, when I went on holiday I met a German guy who must've been mid twenties, and he was so pretty I wanted to cry every time I saw him. And he was nice too, which is an unexpected bonus. Now, why are there no men in England like that? And if there are, why aren't they where I am?
Hrmmm. I can't believe I'm nearly 17 and haven't yet had a boyfriend. I'm sorry to go on about this but, well, tough. I'm not as bad as Rachel. I just think it's pathetic that my love life to date has been Chip, who was smaller than me and wore Simpsons t-shirts; Will, a stereotypical loser who later went out with my friend Alison and beat her up; and Jordan, a boy in the year above me who couldn't make up his mind whether he liked me or not and had a frankly unhealthy obsession with Billie Joe from Greenday.
On top of that, I've only been in love once. It was a boy called Tom, two years ahead of me in school, who was (and still is) going out with my friend Alice's sister. Obviously I never told Alice, but it was still crap. He never did find out that I was alive. After that there was Rex, a Chinese 19 year old I met on the internet, who I was sure I was in love with. But I don't think I was, especially since he was pretty mean to me several times.
So now I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever, you know. Get It. That Thing You Read About In Books That Usually Involve Kidnapping And Horses.
Work today was hard; it was too bloody busy for my liking. But the thing is, if you're rushing around constantly, you forget how tired you are. And then as soon as there's a lull and you stop, it suddenly hits you like a tidal wave.
Sarah's boyfriend came in today. She's shown me pictures of him before and to be perfectly honest he's not as good looking as his pictures. Which I guess is the norm, but still. Anyway, that got me thinking about last night, when we went ice skating, and how Gemma, Vickey and I were all set to look for hot guys and when we got there it was all 14 year old chavs shouting "BOB SAGOT!" every 10 seconds. I maintain my argument that there are no nice, good-looking guys in Britain. I mean, when I went on holiday I met a German guy who must've been mid twenties, and he was so pretty I wanted to cry every time I saw him. And he was nice too, which is an unexpected bonus. Now, why are there no men in England like that? And if there are, why aren't they where I am?
Hrmmm. I can't believe I'm nearly 17 and haven't yet had a boyfriend. I'm sorry to go on about this but, well, tough. I'm not as bad as Rachel. I just think it's pathetic that my love life to date has been Chip, who was smaller than me and wore Simpsons t-shirts; Will, a stereotypical loser who later went out with my friend Alison and beat her up; and Jordan, a boy in the year above me who couldn't make up his mind whether he liked me or not and had a frankly unhealthy obsession with Billie Joe from Greenday.
On top of that, I've only been in love once. It was a boy called Tom, two years ahead of me in school, who was (and still is) going out with my friend Alice's sister. Obviously I never told Alice, but it was still crap. He never did find out that I was alive. After that there was Rex, a Chinese 19 year old I met on the internet, who I was sure I was in love with. But I don't think I was, especially since he was pretty mean to me several times.
So now I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever, you know. Get It. That Thing You Read About In Books That Usually Involve Kidnapping And Horses.