ivycinder

Don't you just hate it when you know something about someone, but you can't tell anyone? Especially when other people talk about said someone, and you know they are talking out of their arse and "if only they knew"?
Sigh sigh.

More drama to start the week:
I'm really sad I don't have silver hair anymore..! Blah!!!
My mother and brother made me cry on my birthday when I accused them of not being bothered with me and Ingrid decided to rant at me for hours without actually listening to me (de ja vu circa 2004), at the end they said that if I invited them somewhere they would come. Suprise suprise, I invite my brother to see Avatar in 3D and I'd pay. Nah, he's not interested. Despite being a huge geek. Twat. Ingrid will come and see me at lunch on a week day of my choice.. when she knows I'll be at work or uni, but can't bring herself to come out to the pub across the road one evening.Twat.
I've written far too many words for my essay and I can't trim it down anymore!!!
I can't stop looking at other women's thighs/legs. (don't tell the boy I'm ment to marry)
All my coursework is due in the first week of january instead of the last. FUCK! Yes there's 4 weeks warning, but the printing facilities at uni are shut over christmas and open agan the day before.
The "are you coming over christmas day?"'s are coming in and I just want to curl up and die.

Sad times.

Getting very drunk tomorrow night (hopefully) and setting up my housemate with Sexy Ben. Wish me luck.