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Update of the century i think.

I have been job-hunting. There might be something at co-op in Warton or St.Annes. I tried at the Ship and Royal and they said they had a friday and saturday night job going so i gave them my details and just as i was giving it in, David Lomas who i went out with when i was young, and evidently very foolish, poked his head out of the kitchen, i didnt know he worked there, and told them in a not very jokey manner, not to give me a job, because i am a nutcase. He sucks. I had to keep lying at other places who had permanent postitions and saying that i wasnt going back to uni in sept. I went in the Christian bookshop place cause i didnt think many people would ask for summer jobs in there. I gave my details and then she asked if i was a christian and i was like yeah, i got to ansdell baptist and she asked me if i knew a load of people, and i was like..i dont go very often. then she asked that i was a believer though, and i was like, yes.

My parental body got back from staying at their friends down south today and made me put all their shit away. They suck.

I saw Mark in the square yesterday and we had a hug and he was a bit peculiar, i think he was tired.

We saw a hedgehog last night, walking right accross the garden. They move kinda fast. I saw a deaded one on the road the other day too.

We watched Garden State, I heart Huckabees and Sideways last night. Garden State was good, but Lewis goes on as if its fucking amazing. I heart Huckabees was good, but Lizzie didnt like it. And Sideways bored me stiff. But maybe i was just too tired by that time.

I am so fucken bored. I want to be back in Glasgow, where every day is an adventure. I meet new peoples all the time and i can get rat-arsed on not very much money. I think if i move my cds there to my flat in their racks then it will be like ive moved in properly. I can use the boxes for other stuff. Yes. And im going to get new plates etc. Cause my old ones all got broken and stolen. I want the picnic ones they sell in tesco n sheet. The ones made of melanine which are pretty.

Went to the drive-thru today. I think it is the ultimate sign of inept-ness when you cant even navigate a drive-thru properly. Yeah. Lizzie and Rachie got happy meals, they came with these mad gameboy type games. Then i had to take them to Dannys house. Apparently Danny isnt hot 'but he's ace though!' so it was still ok to go to his house. I wish i was 15 again. No i dont. Haha.

I think i might dig out my playstation today and play some Spyro. It was getting really hard the last time i played it tho so maybe it will all be a big fat waste of time when i cant do it.

Gemma is at the hairdressers and KT is at work and Jo is in India and i am all unemployed and bored stiff.

I wasnt allowed to eat fish soup today for lunch because my dad wants to save it for his celebratory lunch when i go back to uni.

Right now, if i could do anything, i would be in my new flat, all moved in, and __foreverlost__ would be round and i would be learning how to make my own sushi and we would be in the kitchen surrounded by misshapen sushi rolls because i hadnt learnt properly yet, and bits of seaweed. And then i would plant some flowers in the new garden, and then we would go to rev and see Muppet and all my friends and get sozzled. And then back at the flat we would have built a slide to the door for drunken nights, so we would slide back into the flat and eat the wonky sushis and then go to bed.

Hahahah that was a nice imagination-ness moment, i got a bit away with the faerys for a second there.

Gosh. I think im going to find my playstation now. Ooh, i could play the dancing game....

Oh yes, and here's me being a massive gayer...



EDIT: This evening father was pulling down a nice little tree in the back garden. He asked my sister and i to help, but we didnt want to help because we liked the tree. So he got a bit pissed that we were being arse-y and decided we werent allowed to eat any of 'his' food tonight and that we had to 'leave the house'. So we decided to go out for dinner. We got halfway to the Blossoms for some Good Pub Fayre, but then we didnt have enough money so we had to crawl back and eat fathers fish, he seemed to have forgotten abot it by then though.

Father got my foot in the door at Londis in Ansdell, i have a meeting organised with them at 11am. A job there would involve roasting chickens and making bacon butties. I think that sounds quite nice.

I broke my old jeans but now i cant decide whether to buy new jeans, or undies. Ill probably get jeans, but then i could save my money for a trip to Glasgow...