Moronic

“I don’t like Him; He makes you do bad things”

“Like what?”

“Like making you pay for strippers and making you ditch me at the last minute”

I don’t like The Boy’s boss. Because of what happened before, with the strippers, and because he has The Boy at his beck and call.

This weekend, he told The Boy on Sunday morning that he has to be in Bristol on Monday morning. Could he not have planned ahead and let him know that in advance? As a result, I’m currently sat on Bristol Temple Meads train station platform with too much luggage… When we had planned to drive back to London together.

Last weekend The Boy cancelled his leave because He had fucked up and needed someone to look after Him. The Boy rushed to His aid and lost a day’s holiday without even blinking.

I would understand more if it was just his boss and he was just doing it because of his career. But knowing that it’s because he sees him as a friend, despite his moronic behaviour (strippers, infidelity, work fuck-ups etc), just irritates me. It feels like misguided hero-worship.

I have said all this to The Boy… But it still irritates me! What is a girl to do, eh?

Mullet

After such a shitty week, I decided I’d cheer myself up with a new haircut. So I found a salon that had space for me on Saturday afternoon.

I came out definitely not cheered.

The panic alarms started ringing when the girl washing my hair, who I assumed was the Saturday hair-washing girl, pulled out the scissors and revealed herseld to be The Stylist.

On claiming she’d finished, I looked at myself in the mirror and wanted to cry. My hair is thick AND there’s a lot of it… She’d not used straightening irons on it so it looked like a huge puffball. I asked her to straighten it, and I was informed it would cost me an extra £5!!

Even after £5 of straightening… It looks like I have a mullet.

My thick, long hair, has been shredded into layers, ranging from 2 inches at its shortest, to 7/8inches at its full length. Mullet-like.

On calling my friends they assured me it would be fine. On seeing it in person, they’ve not been able to lie to me. They’ve told me it will grow and that they like the fringe. So I will be sporting a fringe and ponytail for the next month or so!

I do not plan on posting any photos so just don’t ask!

The thing is, what I’m only admitting to on this blog, is that I feel it might be my fault a little bit. I went to a cheaply cheap place because they were the only ones who could fit me in at the last minute. I should have known.

Jack of all

I may have found an answer to my Bristol Conundrum…

http://www.bristol.ac.uk/education/students/masters/msure/

I’ve not mentioned it to The Boy yet as its still not even thinkable for another 18 months, and I’m still sorting through it in my head.

But it genuinely excites me!

Better start saving!

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The Saga Continues

I will be moving flat again in February.

“Why? How? What?”, I hear you cry. “But that will mean you’ve lived in four places in 3yrs?”

Fucking ridiculous.

Replacement Housemate is moving in with another friend in December. Other Flatmate might be moving back to Spain in February or might be moving in with her boyf in July so…. You know what? How about everyone stops screwing me around??

I have realised I need to think about me and regain some control. So I’m calling the shots and deciding that I am moving out when our contract ends.

I feel a new sense if calm now things are under my control… I’ll have the stress of looking for somewhere new, but at least it’ll be self-induced and not due to someone else complicating matters. Hopefully I’ll find somewhere where I can sign a contract for me alone; not a group contract in which I am likely to be affected by the whims of others.

Or maybe I’ll get rich and rent somewhere just for me… One day…

So if you know anyone looking to rent a spare room, please think of me?