Pub fun after one too many.
Pub fun after one too many.
I am extremely lucky to have such a wonderful guy in my life – he shares my love for red wine and gravy.
I love Raindrops and Roses, and Whiskers on Kittens.. actually in fact I hate the rain, and I’m allergic to cats; I have decided that on a horrible gloomy day like this I would watch some films. Since studying film in my final year at university I have grown to say that as a true fan of renaissance literature that Adaptations and Appropriations of Canonical novels/ plays are without a doubt my weakness.
So today I’m going to sit down with 10 Things I Hate about you (a modernization of The Taming of the Shrew), She’s the Man (The Twelfth Night) and of course I’m going to probably watch Pride and Prejudice for the millionth time as its my favourite novel, ever.
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close… not even a little bit… not even at all
10 Things I Hate About You ❤
Every conversation I seem to be having of late is about the weather. I know it makes me sound incredibly dull but I just can’t help it, its got bi-polar tendencies. One minute I’m drenched from rain and the next its so hot that all my foundation has melted. I know its the O-Zone layer that’s being destroyed by people like me spraying hair spray and deodorant like its going out of fashion, but its just so difficult to choose an outfit!
Today I received the news that I will be graduating with a 2:1 classification in English (BA Hons)
I actually cannot fathom how happy and excited I am about this, I can’t quite believe I have done it and made it out alive. It really does show that hrs work and dedication gets you places, I rolled my eyes when my dad used to say that to me but today I can really 100%, hand on heart agree with him. I am proud of myself and of all my wonderful friends who have done so brilliantly also.
I look forward to seeing them all again in my graduation gown on the 21st.
I’ve checked my finances today, and realised that they are not good, there are so many things that I want to do.. go on exotic holiday’s, buy a new wardrobe, a new fresh range of make up, move to London.. but i’m not getting off to a very good start – not at all.
Things are going to take longer than I first anticipated.. I’ll have to put my dreams on hold for the moment so I can get some
stability money. I want the big bright lights, the music, the theatre, city breaks and a flash car.. I’m either going to have to find an amazing job, but they are quite hard to secure.. or find a rich husband (something as slippery as an Eel – even more difficult to secure)
I feel like my lifes going down the pan before it has even started, and i’m still in education..! Trying to stay optimistic is difficult when everyone around you are high flyers, with better jobs or just a job in the first place.
Trying to stay optimistic on a day like today is testing, very testing.
There’s many things in life that I’ve wondered.. Things such as, why the sky is blue? Why the sea is salty? And why pizzas come in square cardboard boxes.. But there is one thing I cannot fathom, why do some guys treat nice girls badly?
For once in a long time this doesn’t actually concern me directly, but somehow it always seems to come full circle. They don’t seem to comprehend that showing off in front of your mates and making us upset is NOT banter, never has been nor never will be banter. Banter is a process, it sort of like acts like a verb.. (a doing or being word.. To banter with someone) – not to make them feel like shit.
Some guys just genuinely don’t get it.. At the end of the day most girls in their early twenties have already had their hearts broken, so do they honestly believe that any girl is going to waste their time even entertaining such a guy? Not me, that’s for sure.
Girls are just as bad, but I’m clearly bias on this subject because there usually is a double standard (which is neither fair or explainable), but there just is.
Girls like the bad boys, nobody wants to date Roy Cropper.. The village drip.. But then we complain when we get hurt because he doesn’t text back within 10 minutes.. Make up your minds…
For me, I’m just waiting for somebody who isn’t a complete tosser.