a lot happened this week.
monday, i learnt the value of knowing when to stop, i smoked too much weed and vomited for an hour and a half almost solid, it sucked so bad, then i had some friends help me stumble the 15 metres back to my flat and put me to bed. i proceeded to not get up on tuesday and missed my human resource management presentation, thats 20% of my final mark for that module gone... damn.
tuesday.. actually not too much happened on tuesday.. i just lazed about the flat and recovered.
wednesday i did nothing again... i said a lot happened this week right?
thursday, table quiz on in the union, drank a little, smoked a lot, was going to do karaoke but he got pissed off with people doing christmas songs, me and my friends were going to sing band aid, so when he said no more christmas songs we left in protest and had a karaoke at their flat.
friday, got home, was working with THAT girl again, tried my hardest to act interested in what she was saying, although at one point she said "if you ever need to know anything about punk or ska just ask me" to which i smiled pleasantly but inwardly i was like "
how the fuck dare she? i have been listening to punk since i was no age" (ok, so its only been 10 years, but its considerably longer than she has been no doubt, she probably joined in when it was popular and just never got sick of it and turned emo, like most kids round here do) which brings me to another point, i know i am only two years older than her, but i am an adult, technically, so she can stop treating me like im a fucking child who knows jack shit. sometimes i like looking younger, sometimes i hate it.
saturday, worked more, had to clear out the area of the stock room where bottled drinks are kept, clean it, and put everything back in a nice order, it was good because i love things to be all organised, but bad because it was heavy and dusty and i got stinking and covered in bruises
got home at 6, was asleep by 8. i love these relaxing weekends at home
sunday/today (but may be tomorrow by the time you read this, if neither today or tomorrow apply then it is probably best just to call it sunday) got up at 4.40 A FUCKING M! (!!!!!!!) to go to work, worked my ass off on tills all day, it sucks you stand in the same point for what seems like days. then i got home and had to clear out my old room so my mum can paint it and make it the guest room, i suppose i knew eventually i would have to leave completely, i just dont like it happening so soon. i love university, and i like my room in my flat, but it was nice to know i could always come home and be in my room at weekends, so now i have no room in my home, i share one with my niece, which is ok, its a pretty room, and my bed is now in it, so it'll be sort of like my room, but it will never ever ever ever be the same, like it has been for the past 18 years... its still home, but i dont live here...
anyway, now i am waiting for some delicious chinese food to arrive and doing all my washing because the washing machine in the flat smells gross. heading back to coleraine tomorrow, and i will not be doing anything, no going out at all, i have a report due on thursday and i am actually going to go to all my classes this week, just so my fucking flatmate cant make me feel like a dick in front of everyone by pointing out how lazy i am (fuck off flatmate, i may not go to classes but i clean the flat) that rant is for another week though
i am not an angry person, love
monday, i learnt the value of knowing when to stop, i smoked too much weed and vomited for an hour and a half almost solid, it sucked so bad, then i had some friends help me stumble the 15 metres back to my flat and put me to bed. i proceeded to not get up on tuesday and missed my human resource management presentation, thats 20% of my final mark for that module gone... damn.
tuesday.. actually not too much happened on tuesday.. i just lazed about the flat and recovered.
wednesday i did nothing again... i said a lot happened this week right?
thursday, table quiz on in the union, drank a little, smoked a lot, was going to do karaoke but he got pissed off with people doing christmas songs, me and my friends were going to sing band aid, so when he said no more christmas songs we left in protest and had a karaoke at their flat.
friday, got home, was working with THAT girl again, tried my hardest to act interested in what she was saying, although at one point she said "if you ever need to know anything about punk or ska just ask me" to which i smiled pleasantly but inwardly i was like "
how the fuck dare she? i have been listening to punk since i was no age" (ok, so its only been 10 years, but its considerably longer than she has been no doubt, she probably joined in when it was popular and just never got sick of it and turned emo, like most kids round here do) which brings me to another point, i know i am only two years older than her, but i am an adult, technically, so she can stop treating me like im a fucking child who knows jack shit. sometimes i like looking younger, sometimes i hate it.
saturday, worked more, had to clear out the area of the stock room where bottled drinks are kept, clean it, and put everything back in a nice order, it was good because i love things to be all organised, but bad because it was heavy and dusty and i got stinking and covered in bruises
got home at 6, was asleep by 8. i love these relaxing weekends at home
sunday/today (but may be tomorrow by the time you read this, if neither today or tomorrow apply then it is probably best just to call it sunday) got up at 4.40 A FUCKING M! (!!!!!!!) to go to work, worked my ass off on tills all day, it sucks you stand in the same point for what seems like days. then i got home and had to clear out my old room so my mum can paint it and make it the guest room, i suppose i knew eventually i would have to leave completely, i just dont like it happening so soon. i love university, and i like my room in my flat, but it was nice to know i could always come home and be in my room at weekends, so now i have no room in my home, i share one with my niece, which is ok, its a pretty room, and my bed is now in it, so it'll be sort of like my room, but it will never ever ever ever be the same, like it has been for the past 18 years... its still home, but i dont live here...
anyway, now i am waiting for some delicious chinese food to arrive and doing all my washing because the washing machine in the flat smells gross. heading back to coleraine tomorrow, and i will not be doing anything, no going out at all, i have a report due on thursday and i am actually going to go to all my classes this week, just so my fucking flatmate cant make me feel like a dick in front of everyone by pointing out how lazy i am (fuck off flatmate, i may not go to classes but i clean the flat) that rant is for another week though
i am not an angry person, love
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I would go on but I'm really depressing myself thinking about it now. The sad thing is I hate antrim so much that I can't get motivated to go somewhere else. I hope you well and truly escape
Smashing her head through a window would definately get the point across me thinks.
Do you think her ears are burning?