Today has been crazy.
I slept all day. Not cool. But it shows how tired I've been I guess.
Back to work tomorrow.
This morning I woke up in a weird mood, which then developed into a foul mood; typical.
Then I went downstairs in my jammies with my duvet and got on the sofa and watched TV with mum, until I fell asleep again. Which basically caused me to not go and see Dan or Laura which was lame. I literally just slept. But if sleep is what I need, sleep is what I get (ha).
I then decided I couldn't be bothered with all the adolescent drama that comes with most of the people around here. It could have been so easily avoided.
And I knew it at the time; the moment I chose the path I did all those months ago, I knew this would be the outcome, eventually.
I don't regret it, and at the time I obviously decided it would be worth it. But, wow, I can't stand it.
Never mind 'ey.
But yes, because of all this I decided I wanted to move to Brighton sooner then for uni, I wanted to go as soon as possible. I was all worked up, ready to ask for a transfer at work tomorrow. And I was planning on taking Miss Hope with me.
But then I spoke to a couple of amazing people (Dan, Nathan, Lewis and Perry) and I realised that it's already going to be impossible to leave them behind, let alone right now.
I don't even want to think about it. I love them all so much, as well as a few other beautiful people of course. I genuinely wish I could just buy a HUGE house in Brighton and we could all live there together and be happy. Away from Devon, and all the small-minded people that reside here.
Nathan said some of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me earlier. I nearly cried (ha! what a loser).
I'm really happy all over again now.
I'm looking forward to work tomorrow. I love my job, 90% of the people are absolutely amazing and I enjoy their company. I will ask my manager about a transfer, just incase. But right now I think I'd rather spend as much time with my friends here before I start my new life.
But I can't wait. I'm so excited. I'm so ready for it.
My Mummy has been funny tonight. She's just been saying all these stupidly nice things about me.
Everyone's been saying stupidly nice things about me today. I'm lucky. And I don't think I deserve it to be honest.
I miss Hope. It's really rubbish to be honest, I feel she should come home.
Anyway, enough of that.
Late shift at work tomorrow, then normal the rest of the week. Bristol this weekend, Friday-Monday and then day off Tuesday. And before I know it, it will be pay day and I can see all the beautiful people I've promised to see.
It's Miss Hope's birthday on Wednesday, I'm going over for dinner and to be here boyfriend.
Amazing.
I tried to be a good friend to people today, regardless of me speshing out for hours. That's one thing my Mummy can be good at, listening to me spesh out.
A lot of people fail to understand that I don't want them to give me advice or answers, because 99% of the time I already know them, I just need someone to rant at.
"I give myself very good advice, but very seldom follow it." - Alice In Wonderland.
Perry and I have been playing MSN games all night and I feel it's a pretty productive way to spend my Sunday night.
I don't know why I was freaking out so much this morning, I think it was just me being tired. I'm usually very rational. And I have very little to complain about. I mean sure, sometimes people will force their way into my life for a split second, and I'll think they're pathetic and I'll get angry, but then they're gone just as fast, so it doesn't matter.
I'm over it. So over all the adolescent drama and the playground gossip. I've never listened and never will, if others wish to that's fine. Because the people who matter know the truth, and that's what counts right?
Right.
Cool; time to go guys.
See you tomorrow.
Someone called me Princess today and meant it.
Oh and, I'm buying a Polaroid camera when I get paid. Win.
"You've got this new head filled up with smoke, I've got my veins all tangled close to the jukebox bars you frequent the safest place to hide. A long night spent with your most obvious weakness
You start shaking at the thought you are everything I want because you are everything I'm not.
And we lay we lay together just not too close, too close. How close is close enough?"
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