Yesterday

Dear Diary,

So, today being Tuesday, I am almost COMPLETELY up to date! And never again will I neglect my blog and have to do those dreaded "Updating" entries (*shudder*). Alors, what happened yesterday? Well, I shall make it more fun (and also because I can't be arsed going into details) by putting it in the form, once again, of a LIST.

THINGS THAT ANNOYED ME ABOUT MONDAY:

Mum being CONSTANTLY on at me - do exercise, go for a walk, do the Thank You cards from Christmas, look into getting a job at EuroDisney, etc.... etc.... Wish I'd never mentioned Paris idea to her, because now it's ALL she talks about. I literally think she's already planning what to do with my room when I'm gone.

Aching like a BASTARD after the walk - literally every limb in my body that wasn't my face felt like an elephant had attempted to Do the Hussle on it.

Starting a new diet - remember the one back from the good old L*********** days? The one that didn't cause (but certainly didn't help) my fainting? Well, it's back with a vengeance, this time I plan to stick to it. And stick to it I have. Whilst this makes me feel good, it really is mind-numbingly boring just eating fruit and soup. And hammered home just how much shite I eat, and how often I eat it, which made me feel slightly ashamed.

Finding out Lee's fate via his Facebook - he got fired after all. His status just read: "Lee has left the building (fired)". Yes I'm angry that the authorities could sack someone as good as him over a silly little incident, - but this doesn't so much annoy me as just make me feel really, incredibly sad. And not just because I'll never see him again, the poor guy must be DEVASTATED. Can't stop wondering what he'll get a job as now, or how he's feeling. Christ. My stomach literally dropped when I found out.

Going out with Marie again - OK, overall it was a good night. But not being able to drink alcohol, losing EVERY game of Pool, bumping into Gaz (from last week) and the incredible hypocrisy of Marie agreeing how annoying it is when people natter on about their partners (and then proceeding to do exactly that) pissed me off. Actually, Gaz was quite sweet about the whole thing. He was in watching the Liverpool/Everton match, but came and hung out with us for a while. He asked if I was "alright" with what happened last week, good-naturedly took the piss when I asked if it was an important game, etc... Even had a little kiss outside and NEITHER OF US WERE DRUNK. Crikey. He does seem quite sweet. And looks a little like Aidan from uni.


Oh, and I was a good girl, and went home with Marie. HA!!! Lesson to be learnt - drink less. I did feel slightly bad when Marie pointed out how jealous Jack (previous one-night stand) seemed to be when looking and me and Gaz (why? WHY??! It was a one-night frigging-stand, he can't have actually FALLEN for me?!! I left before he even woke up!!!) but jealousy was over-ridden in a split second when she teased me about "playing with balls." Namely, Jack's. How did she know that....? Yes, it turns out Jack told his mate, who told a mate..... news travels fast in a village pub and now, presumably, a lot of his mates know what I'm like in the sack. Hmmm, let's see, I wonder how funny he'll find it when I spread around how he did fuck-all, left me to do all the work, was a shit shag, made me run out before he woke up and has a microscopic dick???!

Anyway. We went back to hers and watched "Billy Elliot." Absolute classic. I marvel at Julie Walters' North-East accent.

(For those wondering, Gaz got probhation for 12 months. And he's going to workshops to cut down the booze and fags. Hmmm.)

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