University....
As long as I get four Bs out of my five Higher exams I can go to universtity this September! I can't wait! I was very apprehensive at first, filling out my UCAS application way back in October but now....it's all changed. I've just went on to Bunny about it for ages and she listened sympathetically like a good friend should without moaning and groaning so I don't think I'll have to do that to you. Aren't you glad? I feel like going on about it for ages, but I have to learn to control myself. Yeah....
I'm definately getting too excited about this now. I'm just setting myself up for a huge fall. I just said that to Bunny and apparently if I mention me not getting my marks one more time she's going to jump down the phone and hit me on the head with my computer. She's also just mentioned Sex and the City and a woman called Bunny on it - she's nothing like her. Just to let you know.
I'm too hyper and excited over this uni thing to say something decent here, so I'm going. Good night!
Good night? It was sort of one of those days....
The day was not, in fact, as bad as I had anticipated. But I suppose, low expectations lead to little disappointment. Work was okay, nothing special. Jamie was back from holiday. That was interesting. Hannah was running the shop for a change. That went well. Laura was irritating. That was expected. Went for a drink after work with Hannah, Maria and Craig. That was unexpected and a laugh. At work I did manage to get hit on the elbow with a box of steal toe-cap boots that fell on my from the top shelf in the stock room. That wasn't fun. It's one of those places that hurts for ages. Whoever came up with the idea of calling it the funny bone had a very warped sense of humour.
Here we go, my room light is flickering above me, hinting that it's over used and under loved and so, it's going to blow soon. Of course it would just after my mum told me there's no spare light bulbs left. Murphey's law strikes again.....
The day was all in all quite uneventful except for the drink after work and a bit of hillarity over trying to get a new till roll in. Dumb and Dumber 3: Hannah and Jo - Eejits Play Shop. At least there wasn't any customers in the shop at the time. They might have thought we'd been let out of the psychiatric ward at the hospital across the road! D'uuuhhhh...me broked the paper...
Okay, we weren't that bad but you get the gist of it.
I suppose I'd better leave you now. Have to get some sleep so I can get up early in the morning. How pathetic is that? Seventeen and going to bed at 10.30pm? There's a lot wrong with that...
Good morning? It's going to be one of those days....
It's going to be one of those days where my hair doesn't fall right, where clothes don't sit right and nothing goes right. I can tell already. It began about two hours ago when I was rudely awoken by an eejit with a lawnmower. Honesly, at half past eight in the morning, surley there's better, more neighbour-friendly activities he could have been doing? I have work at one. That will not go well. I have worked in the same place for a year now and the drudgery is killing me. It's not possible to die of boredom - if it were, I would be dead already. It's just going to be one of those days....
I have plans for tomorrow. First, I have the dentist. This doesn't bother as much as it probably should considering previous experiences with evil dentists. After that, I do believe I am going to Glasgow with my Bunny. Bunny is a real female friend, not a small fluffy creature. I'm her Duck. Quak. She wants to go shopping. I have vrey little cash to spend right now and won't until my next pay day (roll on July 20th). I think we're getting the bus. Are we? It's cheaper than the train so right now, it suits me just fine. Bunny, if you read this, don't let me come home without shampoo, conditioners and mousse. If I do, throw me off the bus or whatever in Dumbarton. Cheers deers! Don't think I need hairspray (shakes can to check), no I don't.
We went to the cinema with Suze on Friday. We saw 'Igby Goes Down'. I think it's probably one of the best films I've seen in a while. Definately a kind of dark comedy. It's one of those that starts and ends in almost the same way but goes a long way in between. Just thought I'd throw that in there.
I really should be doing things. Sleeping perhaps? I can never go back to sleep once I've been woken up like that. I've showered. Washed hair. Brushed teeth. Eaten. I should really get ready for work. Put on my pseudo uniform, sort my hair and face. Have to do my nails - chipped polish is not a good look. But what's the point? After all, it's going to be one of those days.....
Curly hair....
Curly hair is a strange being, unknown to many of the population. Curly hair is tempramental. Curly hair is dry. Curly hair is frizzy. Curly hair is sexy. Curly hair is wild. Curly hair is fun, filled with reckless abandon. Many people choose to hide their curls - either by way of straighteners and treatments(mostly females) or by shaving the head entirely(mostly males). My hair is naturally very staight, shiny, 'trendy' I suppose. Everyone seemed to have hair like mine. So...perm time. I wanted big, soft, loose, bouncy, voluptuous curls; I have small, tight, often dry little spirals. For about the past three week, the jury has been out on the decision: Is it liked vs Is it hated. I'm still somewhere in between the two. I miss waking up and having it sit perfectly - opposed to the large dry and frizzy shambles I now awake to find inhabiting my head. I miss the money I have to spend on conditioners and products. But I'm not too sure if I miss straight hair. Perhaps the grass is just as green?
That's enough of that....
I really should be out, dancing, drinking, kissing random boys, having fun. I'm too tired. I was working today and I'm working tomorrow, just like every other weekend and several days of the week. (Just keep thinking of the money).
I should start writing again in my free time when I find some. I heard they were selling some on ebay, I might have a look. I don't mean just writing in here, I mean properly writng. I used to. A lot. I was good...sort of. Short stories, poetry, essays....anything at all. It might stop my brain turning to mush over the summer before I either have to go back to high school or can go to uni. I'm praying for the latter but I'm not sure to whom exactly I am praying. I have my own ideas. They're not to be shared - such ideas can easy transform into beliefs, organisation occurs, arguments over the fine print spring up, fights break-out, wars are waged, years of hate, persecution, segregation anhd pain ensue. It's not a good idea.
Anyway, I'm tired. This time last night I was moving round most of the furniture in my bedroom then totally cleared it out and tidied it up. It looks the better for it. Only the bookcases went unmoved and untouched. The desks are where they were, but violated, altered, changed.
I'm still tired. The days make-up remains clinging vainly to my cheeks, eyelashes and lids. It has to go. The clothes worn to work remain hanging limply from my shoulders and hips. They have to go. The bed is behind me. It has to be fallen in to. Sleep must follow. Night night...
Feast vs. Famine
It seems to go to either extreme with this damned thingy. There's no happy medium. I'm either going to write every day or every other day OR I'm not going to write at all for months. Thanks to the people who signed the guestbook during the famine. I was going to talk about that for a while but my bunny phoned me back. Then Natalie was talking through type. Now my train of thought has run off course - right off the rails.
Think I'll go read some Harry (I have sucumbed to Potter mania).
Ermm....remember me?
Firstly, I have to apolopgise to my poor little pitas page for abandoning you for so long. I'm sure you understand. You've always been so understanding, such a good listener. Can you find it in your gray matter to forgive me?
Secondly, I feel slightly obligated to account got my lack of input for the past eh....three/four months...I've been busy....the computer hasn't workded......I haven't been bothered enough to fix it.....exams were far more stressful than anticipated what with applying to universities and all of that nonsense....choosing a uni from all the conditionals.....work...a time consuming, needy, cligy sort-of-boyfriend...leaving school. There, you have my ecuses. None of them are very suitable but excuses rarely are.
Thirdly, I must admit, I can't remember much of this malarky. The dread html that is. My typing has also suffered after such a long time away but it's not as bad as I thought it would be! I need to practice - all my papers will have to be typed up and printed out, none of my favoured hand written scrawl. Oh well.....I'll adapt and adjust.....hopefully.
A lot's happened but I don't want to play catch-up, especially since no one will be reading this (as usual) so instead I'll just start from now. I'll be sure to fill you in on anything you'll need to know.
I was coming on the internet with aplan to look into student finance - loans and bursaries ans all that good stuff. Curiosity drew me back here. Curiosity killed the....Jo? I'm not sure if I'll even get into uni this year, but I don't want to have sit through another year of arduous drudgery in high school. I don't see the point. Unless I fail all five of my Highers and have to resit them all (worse case scenario). I need five Bs to get in. I'm sort of very kinda worried about that. I have Ol' blue eyes on the background to try and calm me down a little. He's crooning about how 21 was a very good year. He's resting on top of a reasonably high pile of recently listened to cds beside my cd player. Would you like to know what they are? I'm telling you anyway....
1.Frank Sinatra - My way, the very best of....
2.Various - Pure Jazz Chillout
3.Tori Amos - Under the pink
4.Jewel - Spirit
5.Counting Crows - Hard Candy
6.Madonna - American Life
7.Idlewild - The remote part
8.Various - Music from Vanilla Sky
9.Kelis - Kaleidoscope
10.The Goo Goo Dolls - Gutterflower
11.Jewel - Pieces of you
12.Sheryl Crow - Sherly Crow
13.Jamie Cullum - Pointless Nostalgic
That's it for the list tonight. I'm being sung to about Bad Bad Leroy Brown, did you know he's the badest man in the whole damn town? Well, he is.
Just so you don't get too attatched too soon, I'm going to go and rake the sand in my zen garden and search for student finances in Scotland 2003/2004.
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