oh dear liz.

I totally forgot it was Father's day this morning, so I went on a walk at about 8am with my dog to try and find my Dad a present. NOT easy on a Sunday morning :( Especially with a hyperactive dog, one who sounds like she's choking with every step she takes and doesn't respond to her name due to being so hyperactive. Eurgh. I let her off her lead thinking she'd actually come back to me (there's only so many decibels you can use in a morning to call after you dog, it sounded like I was wheezing due to my hushed angry tone off 'BEEEE. BEEEEEEE!' in an attempt to coax her back. HA. As if that would work.
She ran all over people's gardens and ate their flowers. Then returned with a frog in her mouth. Lavley.

Anyyyway, I went to the newsagents to pick a Father's day card, tied up my dog outside and then bumped into a woman who willingly wanted to fight me for an old fashioned card that you'd probably give to a dead corpse as a last resort, full of watercolour pictures of trains and country scenes, with gold embossed writing of "To My Father...With Best Wishes". Hell no. I nervously laughed her off and she backed away... it was 8am, I'm just not in the mood at that time. So I picked the first one I saw which looked suitable. Joy.

I was going up to the counter to pay when I suddenly heard this 'A-YEEEE A-ROOOOO A-WAAAA' noise. I looked at the woman and she said 'Oh my GOD, what the hell is that?' whilst having the most shocked look on her face that I've ever seen a person to be graced with. I answered "Ergh, it must be some dog that someone's tied up outside or something' with total disgust in my voice, but it was then I realised it was MY dog, who was pining for a child's bacon sandwich outside of the newsagents. I literally ran away from there.

Go Ape was fun, but my legs really hurt and it scared the shit out of me. No more is to be said on the matter.

Ok, so people have told me to blog more often so I hope this'll be a nice surprise for you when you randomly stumble across my page. I'm going to add something every day hopefully... I'll try and stick to it too, but I can hardly remember what I've done in the past day nevermind the past week or so...

Well, I went to a farm on monday after this lovely woman called Jo, who I saw at a party in Uttoxeter, told me that she had border collie puppies. So basically my family ambushed her house with Jack and AJ in tow. We headed straight for the puppies (sooo cute) and then got shown KITTENS! and PIGLETS! and a BABY DONKEY! which were just cute.

Mehh I'm just going to skip forward to Thursday. I finished an exam which I thought at the time went well, but now I'm beginning to doubt myself rather a lot. So later we headed into town, but made a stop at Marlow's house and got to see CUTE BABY LUCAS! omg. He was tiny. Waaa. SO, an hour after that we then went into town again, it seems that when we went into paradise it was only me and Rob Whitfield who actually got ID'd. I guess they'd remember if a nearly 6' ginger just waltzed in there, but that's not the point, I KNEW THE PERSON WHO ID'D ME. I had a conversation with her last time I went to paradise about how we'd better get drinking the magners, as it was cheap in comparison to other places. How strange.

Mmm so yeah, I'm going to Go Ape today and I don't really know what to expect. I've looked at the website and have been told to wear old clothes... joy, I bet I get stuck somewhere.

Oh I hate her ^_^ Only because she yelled my Myspace name at me, thinking that she's cool. She is not.

So last night was good, I did get drunk much to quite a lot of people's disbelief ... my non-drinking was actually going good. I made the mistake of harrassing the year 12's again, but I think they enjoyed it to some degree. Well, they probably didn't. But in my defence, I gave them sparklers.
I don't know what exactly happened to my brain last night, but I didn't recognise my sister. I wasn't actually THAT drunk ... I just don't think I recognise people outside of their environment e.g. school and home for my sister. People that I just see generally out and about I could recognise a mile off.

Anyway. I think I'm losing some of my intelligence. I can't seem to spell at the moment, I really don't know what's happening. It's with stupid things as well; when I'm at work, I have to spellcheck a lot of times or have the supervisors tell me that there are a load of spelling mistakes in my verbatim. Whatever.

I had the weirdest dream last night also. But I actually can't remember it, it PISSES ME OFF when I can't remember my dreams. Oh well.

I was thinking the other day ... what if all the Unis that I apply for reject me? Will I just be in some weird state of disbelief and potter along as if everything's alright, hoping that my parents will accept for for a failure or actually do something about it. I don't know if it's that possible to not get accepted by ANY uni, unless you completely fail anything or what ... if I don't get into MMU I may cry. I don't really want to go anywhere else.

I want some tights and I want some now. Some nice wintery tights that will keep my legs warm. And a nice skirt to go with it. I may trot off to DP's later, they're the only place that does my height and weight in tight size.

Fireworks tonight yayayayayayay. I'm generally excited for it seeing as ... well ... drunkeness. And SPARKLERS. My sister actually went with my mum and got me some sparklers, for which I am grateful. Extremely.

I've decided that I want a pretty nifty camera for christmas (although, of course, that's not what christmas is about. At all). If not then I'll just buy one myself, for I am the self proclaimed eBay Queen. I got an iPod nano for about £50, I was pretty chuffed with that. CHUFFED. I like that word, it deserves one big 'LOL', but I need to cut down on saying that.

I feel jealous of the people that have actually got their lives all sorted out and ordered and such ... I've done my ucas stuff except for the paying-for-it part and the actual references. But I've made my choices. It's stupid that I thought going out was worth it before my exams. Due to the mock exams, I thought I was going to practically fail anyway and therefore didn't put much time or effort into it, really... ah well. I got below average grades and am now applying to polytechnics. Dream shattered, kids, dream shattered.

Anywho, I'm getting breakfast cooked for me (awoohoo) and am currently lying in bed, after deciding to take the day off school because I GOT NO HALF TERM :)

Ok so it's been like ... AGES since I last wrote a blog, what the fuck is going on with that? In that time I've learnt to drive, added another year onto my age, have completed a course as a swimming teacher, gotten my AS level results and applied to Uni's. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

So I got paid today. I want to keep this money and do something worthwhile with it. Like actually pay off my debts, yepyep. I just want money to myself. It's a stupid thing that I had to pay off debts from like 2 years ago, when I was like 15 and money was no big issue. It was always "yeah, i'll pay you back when I start working". Now I AM working, and it's just one big cycle of paying debts back. And then asking for money because I have none due to paying it back. I hate it.

Swimming went ok, I mean ... I got my teacher a few pupils onto his course as they seemed to enjoy my lesson. Which was good.

Why have I not been taught to parallel park yet. SERIOUSLY, TWO WEEKS UNTIL MY TEST.

And it's been nearly 3 weeks since I last saw my boyfriend. Quite hard on the heart. I'm so harsh to him, I really don't deserve him like ... at all. He pays to come and see me, both in money and by taking time from Uni. He just sits there and listens while I melodramatically rant about how shit life is, and how shit he is by not being with me AT. THAT. VERY. SECOND. which is rather mean of me I must say, then tries to calm my down. He doesn't overreact. I do. For instance, last night he told me to ring his house phone so he could chat to me. So I did. And I tried for a good while, until I rang his mobile. He answered and was in a pub. I could hardly hear him. Point is, he got up and left, was back at his flat within 10 minutes and genuinely wanted to talk to me. Me? I sent him a horrid text telling him I was going to bed and that I wasn't going to ring him. What the hell.
I take that boy for granted ,I really do. And when he finally realises how shit I am to him, it's going to hit me like a brick.
Buck up your ideas, Liz.