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Sunday!
I've had a three day weekend!
I asked for Saturday off to attend the Cheltenham open day (that's not quite how I put it - I think I mentioned visiting my friend in Cheltenham, which was true, if not the whole truth). I thought I would have worked all week and have Saturday off like I do every other Saturday, but he gave me Friday as a day off and Saturday as a day's holiday for reasons best known to himself.
So, Friday... I woke up at the boyfriend's, went home, cleaned up, put on clean clothes, straightened my hair (an oddly addictive practice now I have figured out how to do it). Emerged some time later to go to work and pick up my wages and my favourite pair of jeans, which were being dry-cleaned after a mishap involving some foulsome sludge when we were raking out the still. Wages were given, jeans were spotless. And I saw that it was good. :)
Saturday I woke up in my own bed, got up early, got dressed, packed my bag, didn't straighten hair as would be out all day with no chance to re-straighten it if (or "when") the inevitable kinkiness returned. To my hair that is.
Got the National Express coach up to Cheltenham. Several student types were my coachmates. Not in a good way. One was asleep across two seats in front of me, another was eating a cold pasta salad whose hideous aroma wafted across two rows and entered my nose. I was like WTFFFF? It was quarter to eleven in the morning. Not nap time, not lunch time. I doubt these miscreants would be sleeping or lunching at home, so why do it on the National Express?
I listened to my MP3 player (a gift from the boyfriend :D) and looked out the window. I had brought a book that I've got on the go, but I prefer looking out of windows when on the move. Everything looked lovely. There were fields, there were trees. Most importantly there were vague blue hills in the background. I was born and brought up in a valley and I think there should ALWAYS be vague blue hills in the background. Otherwise I get uneasy.
Arrived in Cheltenham... had no idea where I was but decided to blag it and eventually found a map with YOU ARE HERE indicated by a red star sticker that looked nothing like me. Still had plenty of time so I did some hardcore wandering. Also bought a big blue cable-knit jumper and some fake suede moccasins on sale. :)
Found the university, still in plenty of time, still enjoying my surroundings. The campus is small and picturesque. Picked up some paperwork and waited in the chapel before everything kicked off. We had tours, we had talks. Stuck it out for nearly three hours until there was nothing left but the tour of the campus and accommodation. Decided to do an old-school (literaly - a habit of my circle at our old school) bunk and leave early. I had already seen most of the campus and I was going to visit my friend who was living in halls, so I figured it all evened out.
Called my friend, eventually located her house. It was halls, but it's more like a house. Really lovely. At £85/week I couldn't believe they had a TV, an in-flat free washing machine and a cleaner who comes in daily! It was like a palace compared to my old digs at BCU!
I say "my friend" but there were two. Both female, both old school friends. One lived there, one was visiting from Leeds University, and it was great to see them again. We had a chat for a couple of hours and you know how sometimes you remember why you like people or you remember why you don't? This time I remembered why people like me. I have a hard time remembering sometimes because I am too much in touch with my awkward, silent, shy and socially awkward (did I already say awkward?) side. But that's not all there is to me, is there? I was always funny and charismatic at school. I still am funny and charismatic somewhere deep down in my withered little black soul!
Got some first-class gossip.
1) A boy who dated my friend and then cheated on her with my arch-nemesis of some years, with whom he then started a relationship, has apparently cheated on said nemesis with the afore-mentioned friend AND another girl I knew (and liked) at school. I believe that cheating is wrong but... arch-nemesis started it. I don't know whether she knows and forgave him; I prefer to believe not. Probably hiding in her annexe and sobbing her eyes out and it serves her right for getting with him in the first place when he was still with my friend. It hurt my friend's feelings! And she should have realised then that he was a no-good cheater. Or if not then, when he got his nose pierced. Men with nose piercings are generally up to no good.
2) My two friends are ENTIRELY in agreement with me re: another arch-nemesis of mine, of fewer years' standing but making up for it with extra arch-nemesis points that she accrues almost every day. Mentioned her (I wasn't going to) and expressed total shock and disgust at her behaviour. Also related some jokey comment that this guy made about being friends with her as a replacement for me since he hardly sees me anymore.
And so on.
I forgot my paperwork I'd collected at the open day, realising only when I got home, and was going to ask my friend to bring it when she comes back in 2 weeks, but she called me first and said her boyfriend was visiting her this weekend and leaving Tuesday. He lives not too far from me and she has suggested that he bring the paperwork with him and give it to me then instead of in 2 weeks time. :D
The rest of the evening took a funny shape, involving the pub and some friends of the boyfriend's (and mine, to a lesser extent). Boyfriend's friend was coked up and drunk and being kind of a prick. He offers everyone money when he's like that. Gets it out, shows it to everyone. He wants to stop doing that, it's dangerous. Also dangerous, but far less, is saying to women, "Oi Hayley! Hayley! I'm loaded," as a chat-up line, esp. when one's girlfriend of 2 years is waiting at home.
Also stuff like getting another girl to give them a lift out of her way for a fiver. He offered me a fiver to make his girlfriend another cheese toastie once when I was round their house. Can you believe it? I would have made it for free, but after he offered me £5 I was like... nah. You are not my boss mate. I've got a job, I don't need your fiver, and if you're soooo minted from selling coke and collecting benefits then call it £500 and I'll make your damn toastie yeah?
(None of this got said.)
Anyway the night kind of got funny, I refused to have a lift with that girl who was nearly a stranger to me, esp. when this guy was like, "I'll drop you off, I'll pay extra," in front of said girl without even asking her first. The word "cockend" was nearly but not quite flashing in neon lights above his head. Walked home instead. The boyfriend followed me instead of getting in the car, walked with me, gave me all sorts of reassuring/romantic chat after I accused him of just wanting to get rid of me and go with his friends. (Possibly projection - I know that's how I would have felt.)
It was past midnight and I was tired from rushing around Gloucestershire all day so I decided to go home and get busy with my book. Got home, put my PJs on, got the book out, put it back down and fell asleep instead.
Woke up today feeling a lot better. My mum had gone out to early Mass, the sky was overcast but full of promise. I took the scooter and went up to Stratford to go swimming. Topped up with petrol on the way as I was nearly out - pretty big moment considering I had never done it before. I've had it since October but the boyfriend always fills the petrol up for me when he borrows it. But it was fairly easy. I splashed some petrol over my scooter and kind of on my handbag, but I wiped it off with a tissue, I think it's okay now so long as I don't smoke any fags near either.
Had a swim... realised to my dismay I smoke too heavily and am too out of practise to swim front crawl. Prefer breast stroke anyway. Haven't been to the Stratford pool (where I learned to swim as a child) in AGES - don't know how long, but this was the first time I put on a swimming costume in the changing rooms and subsequently checked to make sure my pubic hair wasn't on show. (It wasn't - I keep it in line nowadays. Literally. It's a line. Kind of a freehand line. I call it "The Caterpillar".)
Swam for approx. 40 minutes, went and showered quickly, got dressed and rode home again to have a proper bath and a piece of toast with peanut butter and a mug of hot green tea with lime.
Now waiting for lunch :) my mum is giving me steak and asparagus and creme brulee. I love Sundays, purely for their lunches. God bless my mum. I must get her a subscription to National Geographic for Mothers' Day.
The boyfriend has promised me a walk and a picnic this afternoon if the weather was good, which it currently is :)
:):):)
I've had a three day weekend!
I asked for Saturday off to attend the Cheltenham open day (that's not quite how I put it - I think I mentioned visiting my friend in Cheltenham, which was true, if not the whole truth). I thought I would have worked all week and have Saturday off like I do every other Saturday, but he gave me Friday as a day off and Saturday as a day's holiday for reasons best known to himself.
So, Friday... I woke up at the boyfriend's, went home, cleaned up, put on clean clothes, straightened my hair (an oddly addictive practice now I have figured out how to do it). Emerged some time later to go to work and pick up my wages and my favourite pair of jeans, which were being dry-cleaned after a mishap involving some foulsome sludge when we were raking out the still. Wages were given, jeans were spotless. And I saw that it was good. :)
Saturday I woke up in my own bed, got up early, got dressed, packed my bag, didn't straighten hair as would be out all day with no chance to re-straighten it if (or "when") the inevitable kinkiness returned. To my hair that is.
Got the National Express coach up to Cheltenham. Several student types were my coachmates. Not in a good way. One was asleep across two seats in front of me, another was eating a cold pasta salad whose hideous aroma wafted across two rows and entered my nose. I was like WTFFFF? It was quarter to eleven in the morning. Not nap time, not lunch time. I doubt these miscreants would be sleeping or lunching at home, so why do it on the National Express?
I listened to my MP3 player (a gift from the boyfriend :D) and looked out the window. I had brought a book that I've got on the go, but I prefer looking out of windows when on the move. Everything looked lovely. There were fields, there were trees. Most importantly there were vague blue hills in the background. I was born and brought up in a valley and I think there should ALWAYS be vague blue hills in the background. Otherwise I get uneasy.
Arrived in Cheltenham... had no idea where I was but decided to blag it and eventually found a map with YOU ARE HERE indicated by a red star sticker that looked nothing like me. Still had plenty of time so I did some hardcore wandering. Also bought a big blue cable-knit jumper and some fake suede moccasins on sale. :)
Found the university, still in plenty of time, still enjoying my surroundings. The campus is small and picturesque. Picked up some paperwork and waited in the chapel before everything kicked off. We had tours, we had talks. Stuck it out for nearly three hours until there was nothing left but the tour of the campus and accommodation. Decided to do an old-school (literaly - a habit of my circle at our old school) bunk and leave early. I had already seen most of the campus and I was going to visit my friend who was living in halls, so I figured it all evened out.
Called my friend, eventually located her house. It was halls, but it's more like a house. Really lovely. At £85/week I couldn't believe they had a TV, an in-flat free washing machine and a cleaner who comes in daily! It was like a palace compared to my old digs at BCU!
I say "my friend" but there were two. Both female, both old school friends. One lived there, one was visiting from Leeds University, and it was great to see them again. We had a chat for a couple of hours and you know how sometimes you remember why you like people or you remember why you don't? This time I remembered why people like me. I have a hard time remembering sometimes because I am too much in touch with my awkward, silent, shy and socially awkward (did I already say awkward?) side. But that's not all there is to me, is there? I was always funny and charismatic at school. I still am funny and charismatic somewhere deep down in my withered little black soul!
Got some first-class gossip.
1) A boy who dated my friend and then cheated on her with my arch-nemesis of some years, with whom he then started a relationship, has apparently cheated on said nemesis with the afore-mentioned friend AND another girl I knew (and liked) at school. I believe that cheating is wrong but... arch-nemesis started it. I don't know whether she knows and forgave him; I prefer to believe not. Probably hiding in her annexe and sobbing her eyes out and it serves her right for getting with him in the first place when he was still with my friend. It hurt my friend's feelings! And she should have realised then that he was a no-good cheater. Or if not then, when he got his nose pierced. Men with nose piercings are generally up to no good.
2) My two friends are ENTIRELY in agreement with me re: another arch-nemesis of mine, of fewer years' standing but making up for it with extra arch-nemesis points that she accrues almost every day. Mentioned her (I wasn't going to) and expressed total shock and disgust at her behaviour. Also related some jokey comment that this guy made about being friends with her as a replacement for me since he hardly sees me anymore.
And so on.
I forgot my paperwork I'd collected at the open day, realising only when I got home, and was going to ask my friend to bring it when she comes back in 2 weeks, but she called me first and said her boyfriend was visiting her this weekend and leaving Tuesday. He lives not too far from me and she has suggested that he bring the paperwork with him and give it to me then instead of in 2 weeks time. :D
The rest of the evening took a funny shape, involving the pub and some friends of the boyfriend's (and mine, to a lesser extent). Boyfriend's friend was coked up and drunk and being kind of a prick. He offers everyone money when he's like that. Gets it out, shows it to everyone. He wants to stop doing that, it's dangerous. Also dangerous, but far less, is saying to women, "Oi Hayley! Hayley! I'm loaded," as a chat-up line, esp. when one's girlfriend of 2 years is waiting at home.
Also stuff like getting another girl to give them a lift out of her way for a fiver. He offered me a fiver to make his girlfriend another cheese toastie once when I was round their house. Can you believe it? I would have made it for free, but after he offered me £5 I was like... nah. You are not my boss mate. I've got a job, I don't need your fiver, and if you're soooo minted from selling coke and collecting benefits then call it £500 and I'll make your damn toastie yeah?
(None of this got said.)
Anyway the night kind of got funny, I refused to have a lift with that girl who was nearly a stranger to me, esp. when this guy was like, "I'll drop you off, I'll pay extra," in front of said girl without even asking her first. The word "cockend" was nearly but not quite flashing in neon lights above his head. Walked home instead. The boyfriend followed me instead of getting in the car, walked with me, gave me all sorts of reassuring/romantic chat after I accused him of just wanting to get rid of me and go with his friends. (Possibly projection - I know that's how I would have felt.)
It was past midnight and I was tired from rushing around Gloucestershire all day so I decided to go home and get busy with my book. Got home, put my PJs on, got the book out, put it back down and fell asleep instead.
Woke up today feeling a lot better. My mum had gone out to early Mass, the sky was overcast but full of promise. I took the scooter and went up to Stratford to go swimming. Topped up with petrol on the way as I was nearly out - pretty big moment considering I had never done it before. I've had it since October but the boyfriend always fills the petrol up for me when he borrows it. But it was fairly easy. I splashed some petrol over my scooter and kind of on my handbag, but I wiped it off with a tissue, I think it's okay now so long as I don't smoke any fags near either.
Had a swim... realised to my dismay I smoke too heavily and am too out of practise to swim front crawl. Prefer breast stroke anyway. Haven't been to the Stratford pool (where I learned to swim as a child) in AGES - don't know how long, but this was the first time I put on a swimming costume in the changing rooms and subsequently checked to make sure my pubic hair wasn't on show. (It wasn't - I keep it in line nowadays. Literally. It's a line. Kind of a freehand line. I call it "The Caterpillar".)
Swam for approx. 40 minutes, went and showered quickly, got dressed and rode home again to have a proper bath and a piece of toast with peanut butter and a mug of hot green tea with lime.
Now waiting for lunch :) my mum is giving me steak and asparagus and creme brulee. I love Sundays, purely for their lunches. God bless my mum. I must get her a subscription to National Geographic for Mothers' Day.
The boyfriend has promised me a walk and a picnic this afternoon if the weather was good, which it currently is :)
:):):)
accomplished