Although, last night's 12:15am onward until now has sucked a lot.
Yesterday, I woke up brilliantly.
It was my best friend's birthday, I had sufficient rest, a good dream (for once), half a pack of mayfair's to smoke and a pre-packed lunch box from a doting mum all ready to take to work with me.
I got to work 5 minutes early (this doesn't usually happen) with a smile on my face looking forward to the day ahead of me..
And then something must of happened and then nothing could actually go right.
I don't know whether it was related to the fact that I sat in the creepy old flats above the surgery and I gained some kind of bad spirit (Toddbrook house dates back to the 1400's), or whether God was punishing me for putting the guinea pigs out post mid-day sun..
I know it was still quite hot but they were under a bush and had loads of food and water, but SUPRISE! one fucking died didn't it. This I didn't know until I was very happily splashing about in my cold bath after I had got home from work and recieved a phone call from Hilary, a girl I work with informing me that Sonic had passed this afternoon after I had left and was I infact to blame? I wasn't because there was seemingly no where else to put them at the time, and the new girl, Nicole, had actually been informed of where to shield them from the heat.
This place was not under the bush.
I am a monster.
I dried off and got ready to go out, remembering that I hadn't written the birthday card or wrapped any presents. But this was cool though because it would only take me five minutes. I phoned Julia; "Yeah i'll be there in like.. 20 minutes!". IT TOOK ME 55 MINUTES TO WRAP THE FUCKING PRESENTS! Amidst getting sellotape stuck in my hair and sweating like someone sweaty, Brett (the bf) called me. "*Disgruntled tone* Where are you? HAVENT YOU LEFT YET??! don't spend so much time on myspace!.., I'm hungry! etc etc."
I felt like a small mammal murderer and a pretty poor best friend for being already so late, and now I was made to feel guilty by a hungry, unforgiving boyfriend. Not cool.
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I eventually arrived at Julia's, drenched in my own persperation.
Her face, the highlight of my day. My bean is nineteen and it was cool
My wig was wonky but I didn't care, I was at hers now, all was now good. She loved her presents! This made me really happy and it cheered me up shed loads to see her smile like that
Ummm.. run down of what I got her:
- A cool beans bag from a sexy little japanese import shop in camden lock minus the CUTEST shop assistant ever. For this I apologised, but she liked it anyway haha
- A report card. Her discipline being 'friendship'. I'm a gay. She's a swat.
- A mug with the line; "It's better to have loved and lost than to have lived with the psycho for the rest of your life". I won't explain but it's pretty apt.
- Some 'I love the office!' stickers. Her favourite were 'I heart walking fast to look busy' and 'I heart painting my nails with whiteout'. geeeek!
- A china cupcake stand with little ornate cupcakes that hang from the sides. Awee!
- A SMOSH.COM t-shirt featuring the pokemon parody! narrowly missing copyright infringement. fully making my cheeks do a little scrunchy
- A pair of peacock green satin nipple pasties with hangey little gems! w00t!
- And a pair of 10mm amazonite green flesh tunnels.
We managed to get a lift from Julia's daddio and off to the Moorhen pub we went. My stomach was starting to grumble anyway.
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Picked up Brett on the way. He was in a instant bad mood. Already sniping and being off, commenting so openly (infront of julias dad?!?) about how I don't make an effort because I didn't bring him .... a chocolate truffle, from a box julia recieved. WHAT THE FUCK.
We arrived at the moorhen, grabbed a table outside, it was still reeally hot. Realising we didnt have a menu, Julia skipped off to get one. Meanwhile, I asked Brett what was wrong. He was annoyed at me because I was late. And that was that. No consideration. No; 'oh Hanna actually killed a guinea pig today and recieved the news whilst getting ready, Oh! she doesnt sell cd's like I do, she keeps half-dead animals alive whilst fending off FUCKING PAIN IN THE ARSE clients all day every day, maybe thats why she left the present wrapping for todaY, because she hasn't much free time atall'. No; 'Julia is actually Hanna's best friend she may want to take some time writing the card.' No; 'Oh Hanna actually has her own brain and will actually make her descisions regardless of what her judgemental critical boyfriend thinks.'
etc.
guess what? The moorhen only serves food until 9:00 and it's now 9:30 and we're in the middle of NOWHERE. Brett puffs at me.
I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.
We walk about 1/2 mile to Wetherspoons. The intention was a nice quiet meal.
We laugh and joke and tell childhood stories about accidental death of numerous animals, ie; snails, pigeons, imaginary parrots (on separate occasions) in rescue attempts.
Julia's in a brilliant mood and so am I kinda apart from worrying about Brett still.
He's still sitting solemn. Looking narked. I have apologised and am tying to make a fuss of him. This doesn't work either.
He's making me feel uncomfortable and i'm growing increasingly embarrassed of him for being a completely childish idiot of a very good friend of our's birthday.
But apparently, for him, it's always me and her against him. OF COURSE! WE'RE FUCKING LESBIANS. 
Some people me, Julia and brett know, who we coincedentally are all not fond of, came up and said hello, me and julia were civil and polite. There's a difference between being polit and being two-faced. Brett plainly ignored them which was EXTREMELY embarressing and was sitting with his lip stuck out like a little fucking kid. Then decided to take it upon himself to critisise me for being two-faced. When infact, he was just annoyed that I was actually having a nice time regardless of his continuous attempts to make this not the case.
In short; he walked off.
It was Julia's (MY BEST FRIEND AND BRETTS ALLEGED CLOSE FRIEND) birthday meal.
I had spent the whole night hugging and kissing and making a fuss of him to 'cheer him up'.
I had just bought him a meal.
I had apologised all night for the thing I had apparently done wrong.
And he does that.
Reality is dawning.
Thanks