So, I’ve been invited to a house party. The only people there that I know would be my ex, my friend Tom, their friend (a girl who fancied Tom), Andy and the host. Andy might not even be going. HOW FUCKING AWKWARD WOULD THAT BE. The answer is very, but I still kind of want to go. I’m finding the invite flattering seeing as though no-one else from the flat got invited, and the host met all them too.
Anyway, we know that only bad things happen when I feel flattered. Lol (two aforementioned attendees of the party are testament to this :’) )
My legs have got to that painful prickly stage of hairy, I only did them on sunday morning! I refuse to shave them until at least tomorrow evening. I don’t know why I even bother doing them tbh! Just one more vanity driven faff that I have inflicted upon myself.
BAH! I say.
I totally just hammered that song in my Auntie’s flat. It’s a pretty good thing no-one can see me in here. I look cray-cray. Hate the bit with the bint in the glimmery leotard. Ok u git sparklehs, now gtfo.
When 5 days of not speaking feels like an eternity I can feel nothing but confusion at how I feel and the present situation. I guess things will have to be different in September when I go back, I’m just not sure what kind of different.
Spent the day at St Ives today. It was massively windy, rather drizzly but lovely nevertheless imo! I tried my hand at rock-piling on Porth-Gwidden beach; I’m gonna try get good at it, and I’m trying pretty hard to not eat loads of shit, so I resisted both crepes, hot chocolate AND ice-cream when it was offered (still had a latte though, and it was DELICIOUS) it was really quite cold out, sea-breeze* (*read: tumultuous gale) made it worse, my hair really looks the bizniz now… At the end of the day at the beach we had a once round town and me and callum went and stood on the harbour steps and got SOAKED ‘cos the tide were in. I should have taken off my shoes really :’) ah well, they’re sodden now! And I got laughed at by two hot surferish guys because I got almost attacked by a seagull and drenched by a wave simultaneously and may have flailed and shouted “JESUS FUCK!” Quite loudly, oh well! I like to make people laugh :D
In addition to awesomeness:
I either got really bad hayfever from being at the seaside with no pollen… orrr I am getting Callum’s cold.
Please be neither, I am not in the mood for such dickshittery right now, I just want to enjoy my holiday (as much as is possible. Also yes, I said dickshittery, I don’t think it’s a word.)
Went on a walk on Botallick Crowns and surrounding headlands today, which was perfectly lovely. Arsenic labyrinth smelt funky as shit though, durex wrappers everywhere. At first I was grossed out then I was just like “lol I want to have sex there” how kinky. Sex in an arsenic labyrinth.
Also went to Marazion, home of St. Michaels Mount which was lovely, had a nice nap on a bench next to like a bazillion european tourists. I think they were confused as to how I was wearing hot pants and a vest rather than jeans and 7 jumpers, a thermal vest and a parka.
Lovely first day all in all, hope all days are so exciting :)
Apparently there’ll be dog shows, and a heaviest horse show and apparently it’ll be pissing it down, no idea what I’ll wear. Now for a night sleeping in a room a little larger than a closet WITH my mother. Thankfully it’s not so archaic that we’re bed sharing. God forbid.