I hate small talk, I really loathe it. It means nothing, and you might as well just go "blah, blah blahdey-blah". Like when you're at a funeral, and you have to go through that cursed line-up with the family. You're meant to say something along the lines of "sorry for your loss" but that is just so meaningless and cliche, it refuses to come out of ( Read more... )

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I'm home early from college because I have a cold. I thought I had mennangitas for a while because a) my neck really hurts and I can't bare light b) the posters in the doctor's all say these are warning signs c) I'm a professional drama queen ( Read more... )

I am having one of those weird days when you can't quite decide what mood you're in. I'm going back to uni tomorrow, and I've had the fullest, friend filled week, so I think a combination of seperation anxiety from my friends all of a sudden and dread is responsible for it ",) But I'm definetly not in a bad mood, so that's good ( Read more... )

I. Am. So. Tired. I'm at that tired, sleepless stage where you can't even concentrate on tv or read. I don't know why, I had a full night's sleep last night. Maybe in was the trauma of my mini- hissyfit last night ( Read more... )

I went grocery shopping and got some perverse thrill out of the adultness of it all. I loved asked the fishmonger guy in Tesco if the cod fillets were boneless, and I adored weighing all the vegtables. OH god, this is it isn't it, I'm old....

So there we were, the 'pa and I, stuck in traffic in my university town, 20 minutes late for my doctor's appointment, when our car literally blows a gasket (is that how you spell it?). With steam almost obstructing 'pas view completely, we could not have been more conspicious as we drove past three policemen, but we made it to the uni. I went to my ( Read more... )

dear journal, did you miss me?? I'm back, with a billion excuses as to why I've been gone, but life's too short. I had taken to writing in a real life solid diary for a while. At the moment, that just seems too intimidating, too real, noting my thoughts in cybespace is the less daunting option. I know, I'm weird. I'm not gonna back-log (much), it ( Read more... )

I completed debs outfit number one on a trip to Dublin yesterday. I found my chic long black evening gloves in this amazing vintage shop called "Wild Child". The gloves aren't actually vintage, they came from the costume part of the shop, from which I also bought the grooviest extendable cigarette holder!!! I don't actually smoke, unless I'm very ( Read more... )

Why do we hang out with people who we really don't like and spend ages complaining about ( Read more... )