I've Got Crabs
2008-08-20 - 3:48 p.m.
Am going out for a meal tonight with the chums for Kathy's birthday which should be lovely since I haven't seen her or Jade for weeks and weeks, however I've got doubts about the actuality of this loveliness since suddenly my friends' lives seem to have all gone shit. Katie appears to have been dumped, Jade's had a huge row with her family, and Kathy's nan died this morning. I think I'm going to pretend I've got crabs or something just so I'm not rubbing my current happiness in their faces. Because I really am utterly content at the minute. Last night I even managed to spend a considerable amount of time in the company of Piggy and just like, have a laugh with him and chat and not want to rip off my own face over what happened with us. It's pretty amazing, like being with Rory has just helped me get over things and be fine with everything else in the world.
I actually had a really good night last night. We went out for Katie's (ex?) boyfriend's birthday and before all the teenage drama at the end of the night which is the cause of the ex-question-mark, it was quite enjoyable. We went to a club in town that Katie and I didn't think we'd get into, so obviously when we did we were happy enough, and THEN Rory's sister was working and so only charged us a minuscule amount of money to get in and THEN when we got in they were playing We're Going to Ibiza. It does not get much better than that, my friend.
After four weeks of summer holiday of doing bugger all, I have suddenly realised that I have a lot to do and not much time to do it in. On top of all holiday-related things like getting money changed, getting clothes washed and ready, buying last minute things etc, I have also remembered that small matter of my Psychology coursework that has to be handed in the first day back at Sixth Form. I've only had about eight weeks to do it though, really what do they expect of me? It's nearly as bad as that 6000 word essay I have to write on Tibet for Society and Ethics - I've only known about that since January. In my defence though, I might be more speedy with that if they had given us a proper teacher for it, rather than the most decrepit woman in the world who would wander into her classroom twenty minutes late and say "Oh, am I supposed to be teaching you?"
Is it terribly obvious that I don't have much to say today?