Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Bleh.

I went back to Quidditch practice today and it was super cool.

A downside is that I'm having a cloudy day today and nothing so far is helping.

Yay my thoughts.

Though looking back they didn't really include me in practice this time. They have a spare seat for Kuffton this weekend and wanted to invite the new guy who'd never played before instead of inviting me, even when I expressed that I'd like to come along. So yeah. That was a thing. 

Over and out,

Gloves. xx

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Him.

All he ever thought about was himself. 
The whole of the conversation in the cotton mill was about himself for gods sake! Just constantly talking about his Quidditch or his golf or his general problems himself. One of the last things he said to me was literally how good he looked in his golf hat. 
It doesn't make him look good. It makes his head look like a football. 
And who breaks up with someone in public? 
God. He's an arse. 
Constantly needing reassurance that he was the best at everything. 
Well I'm sorry but he was crap at a multitude of shit.
Particularly in bed. I mean it was okay, good even, but I had to fake every single orgasm. And that's just a bit sad. Plus it was boring. Just the same every time with no variation. 
At least with Jordan we actually experimented. 
Oh and not to mention needing reassurance about how he looked. He actually stood in front of the mirror every day and flexed. And boasted about his (non existent) abs. Like I'm not kidding, there is no muscular definition there whatsoever. I should know, I learn about muscular definition. 
Plus he got super jealous all the time and then tried to make me guilty by making it seem like it was my fault. It's not, especially if the basis of it was a dream that he conjured up himself! Ugh. 
I can hang out with my friends if I want to. Especially since he was the one who cheated. 
Plus he was constantly making me jealous (on purpose) by talking about girls who gave him massages and flirting and all that. He's just an arrogant arsehole. 

Sunday, 25 January 2015

All fucked up.

I'm such an idiot. Why can I never see it coming?

If I'd said no, and chosen Alex, we'd still be friends. 

If I'd gone on that date with Michael things might have turned out differently.

I messed everything up again. 

That fucking sucks. 

Over and out, 

Gloves. xx

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Done, finally.

My exams are over. Thank goodness.
Just my essay to finish now. Hopefully I'll be able to crack on and get it out of the way by Friday.

Slightly obsessed with a dude in a band. The music is poppy and cheesy and I sortof like it? (oh no)

Other than that, nothing interesting has happened. Greg's out and well(ish), and I've spent the past two weeks revising with Greco, every single day.

Back at uni on Monday, and the work begins again.

La di fucking da.

Over and out,

Gloves. xx

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

No.

I had a bad day today. 

I don't want to go back to how I was before.

Nothing helps.
I’m moody as fuck so if you want a relationship/friendship with me understand that there will be days that I will not care for your presence even though you did nothing wrong followed by days where you’ll be the only person that I want to talk to despite having nothing to say.

Fun fact time: many of my old acquaintances still make joking comments whenever they see me wearing pink, because as a child (and honestly pretty much right up to high school) I would refuse to associate with any pink objects. 

It wasn’t because I didn’t like pink, it was because since I appeared female I was supposed to/ it was immediately assumed that I did and therefore it pissed me the ever-loving fuck off. I was ashamed to like it, which is terrible because pink is an awesome color. But when you shove it down young girls throats it gets really old, really fast. 


Give the child the fucking rainbow, and if they pick pink, it’s not because they are female and/or effeminate, it’s because they like the color pink. 

Thursday, 8 January 2015

Bad Start

So Greg's back in hospital.
He had a funny turn on New Years Day so we cancelled our plans and he went to bed.
He collapsed on the 3rd, Saturday morning.
While in A&E he had two short seizures, after which he was taken to Oxford. Mom stayed with him overnight but father and I had to leave and return in the morning because he wasn't allowed more than one visitor overnight. He was transferred to CCU and they finally found out what was going on.
Long story short, he now has a temporary pacemaker, soon to be made permanent.

So I mean that's not exactly the best start.
And I haven't exactly been helping myself make it a good start to the new year, seeing as I've been putting off my revision all week. Which I know is stupid but I'm still doing it. I have yet to complete my essay which is in for Monday, and it needs to be done so I can focus on the exams on Tuesday.

God.

Over and out,

Gloves. xx

Friday, 2 January 2015

A Whole New Year

So it is officially 2015...

I was planning to just sleep through it, but the evening before Cleugh invited me to his new years thing and I thought "Why not? I haven't seen the guys in an age" so that was that.

Turned up and immediately started drinking. Jordan turned up which was a little unexpected but whatever, I thought I was mature enough to be civil to my ex. Turns out, I'm not when I'm drunk... not at all really. I made small digs at him all evening and on top of that I through a shot in his face *facepalm* what a bitch. Still, I think most people had a good night. We played beer pong twice and I wasn't too bad at it at all. :P Cleugh pennied me twice and instead of downing my second drink I agreed to instead play "higher or lower" or something like that. Which I probably shouldn't have agreed to... We also played a game called "Ring of Death" which is as terrifying as it sounds. Canfield was sick after that drinking game though so it sort of put an end to that.
Invited the new year in with a glass of Prosecco and then had a quick chat to Tom which was lovely :) (Including the news that his new years kiss was stolen by Adam (bastard) :P) but yeah. Shortly after midnight someone broke a glass and that pushed Cleugh over the edge with everyone so we went out to the clubs instead. Somehow we lost two Toms and a Jordan on the way but after trapseing through 5 different clubs, we finally found them in Decades. Had a shot of Tequila at the bar (courtesy of Cleugh) and then went off to find Jordan (who had apparently disappeared again). We found him sitting on a sofa in Seven. He told us to fuck off, several times actually, but neither of us wanted to leave him alone so I ended up sitting with him, trying to cheer him up. It was quite an insightful conversation and hopefully getting things off his chest helped him a little. Because however much I resented him for breaking up with me, I don't want him to be unhappy.
We ended up leaving shortly after that so Jenny and I walked back arm in arm with Jordan to make sure he didn't wander off again. I don't really remember much of the walk back but Jenny said it was filled with lots of him shouting things at us and us trying to make him shout things quieter. She said there was a particularly funny moment where both of us were leaning on a bush and Jordan got offended because I told him no-one wanted to hear how he felt about me (he was shouting it apparently). It was funnier how she explained it but I can't remember exactly what she said.
Anyways, we got back to Cleughs around 3. Cleugh collapsed half naked on his floor and Jordan fell asleep, half out of his sleeping bag, on the lounge floor. We gave up trying to move them both to suitable sleeping places and instead donned pj's and watched a movie (Liar Liar).
After ten minutes of the second movie (at about 4:30) Jenny and I decided that it was sleep time and promptly settled in bed. :P

Woke up with a hangover, as was to be expected seeing as I couldn't remember exactly how much alcohol I'd consumed. At about 10:30 Jenny, David and I decided to go out in search of bacon. After a short walk to a closed shop we walked back, with David vowing to find us bacon somehow. Sat with bacon sandwiches and played Cards Against Humanity until my dad picked me up.

We were mean't to go to the cinema and Nandos in the evening but Greg had an episode so we stayed and called various doctors etc. instead. Luckily he didn't need to go back to Oxford so we just had an early night.

Got my hair done this morning. Its natural again, and now I have a bob. :P
Was meant to meet up with Joel but he's always letting me down so I wasn't surprised when he didn't show.

Had a quick chat with Jordan on Facebook. Hopefully we can be close again. He was a really nice friend to have and I missed that. We'll just have to see.

Over and out,

Gloves. xx