and I keep seeing Rihanna’s pretty face. I approve.
ANYWAY. Today, what have I done? Got up early, that’s a first. 9:00 AM today, phew! Then we went shopping- we went EVERYWHERE, Argos, TK Maxx, Comet, Currys, Asda Living, Waterstones, GAME, wherever there was to go- we went. The Idiot Brigade were truly out in force today. Unruly children, gormless geriatrics, pushy parents and dossers. The usual crowd- they just didn’t get on my nerves as much as usual- which is only a good thing I guess.
My hair has retained the gorgeous curl I put into it yesterday so I’m pleased about that and I also wore my new Red Or Dead shoes which despite the pinching were DIVINE. Dunno what to wear for Barbara’s tomorrow- no doubt she’ll put on a right spread and I’ll feel underdressed and out of place even though it’s only a lunch at a friends. So I’ll have to make an effort or something? Maybe I’ll wear my primark skirt and a black long sleeved tee with a cardi over the top. And my slouch boots- which desperately need a polish. Or maybe my maxi skirt. Or maybe my spotty skirt. Or my old school dress… WE SHALL SEE.
Got a bra that fits better today THANK GAWWWD sooo I’ll have to wear mine up whilst carefully integrating the new member of the gang (it has matching pants) yes they are leopard print but I’ve liked them for a while okay??!!?!?!?!?”?!?2£”!$.2
Matt Hill tried to add me on facebook today. I was like WTF ignore. How many times have I added him and deleted him? FIVE. Fucking ridiculous Louise, my girl. You’re not even friends. Silly silly silly.
I’m really worried about Callum. Well not worried per-say, but he’s being really violent. He keeps hitting me all the time and full on trying to push me over or muscle me about- so much so that I shouted at him in M & S- yeah classy I know. But I want to know why he’s being like that. And he’s a big fucker too so he can quite easily push me about despite being 7 years younger than me (oh! the shame) But I don’t know, maybe it’s ‘cos he’s that kind of age now so he’s being a dick because of his RRRRRAGING HORMONES or something else, I don’t know. Either way I wish he’d give it a rest, I’m actually bruised because of it, how embarrassing that your kid brother gives you bruises from shoving you into things like doors and their handles and clothes racks and tables and stuff.
I spoke to him (not my brother you ninnies) earlier. He has no idea about the sneaky donations obviously- they’ll go in every month on the 28th- because I’m finicky like that and like patterns. And it was just nice to have a chat, even if it was only on facebook and was over very briefly.
Screw New Years resolutions- I’m resolved now and it’s excellent.
Watched Blades of Glory with Mama last night, watching Van Helsing right now, and will watch A Single Man with mum later.
Hmm. This post turned out to be very long and fractured. Excellent news.
so I’m off to the dentist in a bit so I thought I’d post a picture of some teeth and be like- “off to the dentist for torture and aesthetics kbyeee”, and I went to type in teeth to the search bar and suddenly imagined mr millican dressed up like lady gaga singing “show me your teeth” at me and dancing while I’m just lying there on that godawful chair.
I can’t decide if this has saved or destroyed this dentist trip.
I’ve come to the unhappy conclusion that my bed isn’t safe.
People who’ve been following me a while will understand this problem- for those who haven’t- I’ve been engaged in a half-year long tussle with the demon that is my bed. Not only is it as solid and uncomfy as fuck, but also one of the legs has been working it’s way steadily looser and looser. The cunt.
And I just keep two phillips head screwdrivers under my bed for when I need to assault the death-leg.
I’d forgotten about it thankfully when I moved back, but just thought to check 15 minutes ago and have been under the bed since. Two of the screws are just swivelling in their sockets, the big one remains stable if a little loose.
I have the shakes in my left arm for some reason (unrelated much)
Anyway, I’m gonna stick to sitting on the floor from now on, bed is for sleeping only, and no turning over in the night either.
You won’t find find faith or hope down a telescope. You won’t find heart and soul in the stars. You can break everything down to chemicals. But you can’t explain a love like ours. It’s the way that we feel. Yeah, this is real.
I was gonna take a pic and post it but i realised i look fucking mental tonight for some reason or other so instead I’m gonna listen to all the best songs in my itunes and try on clothes and stuff because i’m COOLER THAN THOU
then I’m going to make a nest on my bed like I said I was and watch “Tangled” and then the xmas misfits special and then check vampire diaries and ugly betty and then I won’t sleep so that I’ll sleep all evening tomorrow and I’m going to the dentist and to see my cousin so BOO HOO OH DEAR NOT MUCH TIME TO INTERACTTTTT
in a moment of uncharacteristic inspiration and true eccentricity
I decided it would be lovely to use all the clothes I left behind when I went to uni in new exciting ways. I have spent 20 minutes thinking about and trying on different outfits that I never would have before. They look surprising, potentially surprisingly good.
Those of you that I will see over the next two weeks, be prepared. I will most probably look like a complete nutter to you all.
But you’ll be sorry if you scorn, ‘cos people will notice me, and I’ll be having a damn good time too.