Once · Around · the · Block

For the first time in a year the house has no tension and there are no problems. The downstairs bathroom is a fucking state though, will have to clean it before new housemate arrives, but apart from that the house is clean with no dirty dishes flying around. Which is a first. Isn't it just wonderful what a little bit of spring autumnal cleaning brings?

On a completely different note, Crocs are the most horrendously ugly footwear ever made. Who wants to wear a rubber slingback clog? I don't care if they're comfortable, you can have stylish flat shoes. *shudders* Crocs are vile, there can be no excuses for them. Whereas there can be, however, lots and lots of excuses for these fabulous Lulu Guinness Mary Janes. A bargain at £25 from ebay! You see the difference? Bad shoes, good shoes, it isn't that hard...

The fact that I can remember what pair of shoes someone I haven't seen for over two years was wearing at a party three years ago but I can't remember people's names. The point of decaffinated coffee, why people wear clogs, why I am inexplicably drawn to anything shiny (sequins, glitter, you name it), what people see in coldplay. How my concentration at poker has suddenly improved 100%, how my dad cannot grasp simple laws of probability or fractions (actually statistics in general) despite him gambling on horses for over 20 years.

Earlier I was bored. And since I am regretfully stuck in this hole-in-the-ground until Saturday I was stuck with two options; go on the computer or watch tv. I chose neither.

Instead I chose to pin up my hair, paint my lips a killer red and striped black liquid eyeliner across my top eyelid and flicked it out 50's sex kitten style. I put on some costume jewellery (3 joined together strands of fake pearls) and put on a black a line skirt and black top. I then went and put on some killer high heels and tottered about the house, feeling like I should be french or something. I felt great. Doing that made me feel as if I was six again, playing grown-ups. Dressing up in Mommy's make up and shoes, pretending to be all elegant and chic when instead I probably look like a clown. It made me smile. It made me wish that my mother hadn't thrown out her old court shoes that she used to wear to army functions in Germany. I wanted to put on those shoes and totter about.

Maybe I did that because secretly I wish I was more mature and sophisticated than I actually am. Maybe I did it because I'm skeered of turning 21 and really just want to be ten again. Maybe I was just bored and needed something to occupy my time. Maybe I...

just don't know. But whatever it was, it was great fun.

Thanks to the wonderful people in Government I have a whole £100 (after rent) to live on for the entire year. Heh, gotta love these student loans. Gotta love the British Government.

I nearly quit my job today.

It was almost, almost worth it. I've never wanted to call anyone a 'smug selfish arrogant cunt' as much as I wanted to today. But I need my job, and being rude to customers counts as a major violation of company policy.

There is a difference - if anyone in middle management is reading - between being helpful and letting someone walk all over you, giving them an excuse to be rude to your staff and not allowing your employees to defend themselves. If the customer is behaving like a cunt then you should be allowed to tell them - nicely of course - to desist, as opposed to just smiling-grimacing and hoping that they'll leave soon.

I fucking hate menial work. I can't wait to finish Uni and have a decent job. I don't know how anyone could do this shit full time for the next twenty years. My heart goes out to them whoever they are.

So incredibly tired. My days are as such:

Wake, Work, Sleep... Wake, Work, Sleep. Nothing else.

Boy at work keeps flirting with me, if only he were attractive *sigh*. Is not fair, everyone else seems to have lives whereas I'm stuck doing nothing in the most boring village (tm) in England.

Got drunk with Lauren the other day... spent far too much money. It's incredibly depressing when you get paid £800 and you're still miles in your overdraft so can't spend anything. Not that I have any time to actually spend money, but y'know... I could internet shop in the twenty minutes or so I spend on the computer between working and sleeping. Day off on Monday woo! I shall spend the time re-adding everything to my newly restored to factory settings computer. It sucks having a blank comp, nothing is the way it should be and it's very upsetting. No music, no anything. And i've lost all my essays and dissertation ideas. Arse.

Well I have to go to bed. *sigh* up at 8am tomorrow. 8am! No one aged twenty should know what 8am looks like.

oops... i have black hair again. I was meant to be growing out all the gacky hairdye so I could have it red.

It looks reasonably natural though.
Awful picture.

graham has just spilt alcohol all over his face ha ha ha ha ha ha.

we arew voith drunk and happy abd tgis has veen a fun night and jay you hacve spoken to my bro brighetluy and he went away. yes/ this ios v odd. gettub g drynk with mt borhter abd stuff. 4 bottles of wine altgoyght some of it was crahp.
( ha see i cxan do lj cuts so no drunk )

LESLEY. MUST. DIE.

NOW.