So whats new, well new years sucked ass, i was so ill i couldn't go out to any of the parties i was invited too. I'm still ill now, i've had to have three days off work and i still feel rubbish!
Details: Well i'm ill as mentioned above and its really starting to drain me now. I have a 1500 word essay due in next Thursday and an exam on Thursday to revise for. I still need to get some experience or look like i am for my nursing uni interview that is on Friday. So i have taken next Thursday and Friday off to prepare and run around in a mad rush! Getting prepared for my interview, exam , essay course work and getting to the uni etc is beoming a major stresser.
Because i have the above to do i keep worring because i'm still ill and need to be better to carry out the above tasks. It's a never ending circle of fear.
In the relationship side of the personal life, i'm back living with tom and i haven't told my mum and dad yet. They don't like Tom and they also lent me the money to get my place. I don't have much of the deposit left and no matter how many times i try to save it all turns out horribly wrong! My sister has come down to stay with friends and she still thinks i'm living in Pompey on my own, as does my two brothers and their wives who also decided to visit this weekend. So i'm having to keep up pretences with them all that i'm not living with Tom...it's hard work.
So they are all visiting and we went out shopping and there in starbucks the barrister ( i use the term loosly) F*cks up the chip'n'pin machine, no problems i thought, re-set it etc, but no lets chat to all the staff attempt to smile and offer platitudes and then just stare at the machine in the hope of his empty thoughts making itwork again. I offer to pay cash, which goes down very well...all is fine. Then comes my turn i order my grande caffe mocha and my rocky roads busicuit. "Sorry madam what was that?" I repeat again what i ordered. "What size madam?" Grande, grannnde, medium or whatever the f*ck you call it! He then offers me a busicuit that looks nothing like what i ordered. "Rocky Roads Busicuit", he says. Does that look like a RR busicuit? "Er no madam." So off he goes to change it. I mentioned this to my posse at the table, and what do i get from my brother "you sound just like Paul" (the brother i despise for his snobbery, arrogance that eminates from him. So i dislike my brother. Then my sister after making me take the day off work (althought i actually am sick), tells me i
can't come out for the family dinner because she has invited someone who doesn't like me and i don't like him and therefore i am unwelcome and would i mind bailing out gracefully, which really made me feel great!
The end of the current saga!
Current Location: Becci's House
Current Mood:
angry
Current Music: Coronation Street lol