Some people infuriate me, people who act dumb when they have been told exactly what is happening and even helped plan it out or whom i've asked advice. I don't see the point in having an open conversation with one person who helped me figure out an issue, who then acts like they know nothing when asked about it by someone else. Either they've forgotten which makes them stupid or they're playing smart arses to make me look like a fool, and i'm livid about it. 
All i want to do is do my job properly...why can't other people help me. It's not like they hate me, hell i'm supposed to be really good friends with one of them. If a complaint comes in, it's my team that cops the blame, and in fairness is it is us, we'll own up to i and apolgise but why the fuck are we made to feel like the baddies when another department messes up. We organise it, not operate it. That's their jobs, but for some reason it's us. For example: we say how a room needs to be set up, when it's not done by the crew, we get them blame. What the fuck is that?!

The pub was rammed tonight, which is great. The farm lads didn't have a great day at the races so left early and it was loking like a bit of a dud, but then Witchaven (Biker Gang) walked in, and you just know they won't be gone before 3am. Country pubs are the best.

Waterloo Road was fabby as always...i really love that show. I can't believe Lorna killed herself, but i think it'll be the start of Tom and Izzy getting back together. That school would be the best challenge as a teacher, i'd love it. All those badass kids with attitude to figure out and handle or help or whatever. So many schools are like that, so it's great they're showing how to handle it...and the teachers personal lives too. They're the real naughty ones!! All sex, drugs and Rock'n'Roll!!!

My flights to America have gone down by £200, which i'm psyched about...booking those as soon as i get paid! Marvellous. But now it's time to crash and burn, i'm super tired. Long day tomorrow! Harriets BBQ, and a possible shit hitting fan eppie with Amy and Hannah. A little deserved from what i've been told, but it'll be interesting to hear their side of the story.

Sweet dreams kids!!!

a dislocated knee.
brusies all over my arm.
a four hour throwing up spree.
police bail.
and three pizzas.
and it's only saturday.

bestest text ever. ♥

I've come to the conclusion that these journals don't really work if you don't post regularly. So i'm going to make more of an effort. I know you're all just dying to know where my life is headed right now.

I spent the past couple of days in Minehead with my boyfriend, meeting his family. And, i actually had a really great time. His sisters are fab - i really get on witht them, and his friends seem cool too. The sun was blazing over the weekend, it made me really happy, but what made me happier was having a beach trip on Sunday. I love the beach more than...more than alot of things! 
The only thing that minorly sucked was the traffic on the ride home, although i managed to keep myself entertained by being obnoxious to other irate drivers. :)

Bizzarely enough, i'm also really excited for the United/Roma game tonight. I loathe both teams but, i have a feeling shit will hit the fan when the United fans get hold of Roma's after the stuff that happened in Italy. It's the only way the English fans look like the might get justice even though it's not in the most ethical way.

May 17th - Driving test...Eeeep!!

I think that's it. Oh, but big round of applause to my second Dad. 36 bottles of Tsingtao? You're a machine!!

I've come to the conclusion that i can't handle relationships. I can't stand people demanding to see me. 

It gets me to so angry when he doesn't understand that i have a career and my friends and my family and a driving test to pass and stuff i need to do for me, and everytime he gets pissy about it, it makes me think that maybe it's better i don't see him.
I know this isn't intentional, but it's like he's playing games. I make an effort to say i'll go and stay, and he's like: 'But you have driving lessons,' and i'm like, 'So, it doesn't mean i can't come over.' And he just fucking pushes and pushes. I can't stand it.

It makes me feel claustrophobic. And right now, i want nothing more than to fight with him about it. Because he's pushing all the right buttons to make me snap.