lots happening
well, i should have posted on saturday but i had no time and last night i was so tired i couldn't be bothered. the weekend was very big. friday night i ended up having to take the mini van out (feel like a tool when i do and i've no kids). i went to dinner with angelika and magda to a mexican restuarant, was nice food and great to spend time just the three of us. then we went to firkins, nothing new there, mind you angelika and i were smoking at the bar and this guy (dickhead) turns around and the conversation goes like this:
dickhad: can you please find somewhere else to smoke?
me: (looking along the bar) uh no
dickhead: well we were here before you and we're not smoking
me: well we can't go anywhere else and we can't smoke at the table.
dickhead: well yeah, we weren't smoking
by this point in time i think he realised i'd have been up for an argument so he was getting a bit uneasy about the confrontation, didn't want to be embarrassed in front of the lady he was attempting to entertain.
me: we're not moving, there's no where to go
dickhead: well just don't blow in my face (turns around to group - how can we blow in his face?!)
idiot. now why stand at the bar if you won't smoke? we can't go to the bar cause there's never enough room so end up at a table where we can't smoke.
saturday i slept in then went to old navy where i got a nice shirt to wear on saturday night, go it for $5, bargain. then in the arvo i dog sat while i was getting ready, spent an hour on my hair and shouldn't have bothered. i really should have got a before photo because we get to kelly clarkson, lining up for a t-shirt and it starts pissing down rain within 20 mins. it ruined my hair within the first drop because i'd straightened it, so i wasn't about to go running for cover, i was staying in that line. the concert was alright. not the best i've seen. kelly was awesome, but the venue sucked. i wasn't impressed with the sound at all, when she spoke between songs e couldn't hear her and we were in the middle. maybe the people on the lawn had speakers out there, i dunno, i just now i could turn and talk to kellie at a normal level and be heard perfectly. the rain was louder.
then we went back to kel's and drank and played 'i have never'. always an interesting game. especially with boys, they always do things which manage to gross me out.
sunday when i got home i spoke to lozz then met angelika at gurnee mills and only spent $3 at starbucks, record for me! she came back here, pat and the kids were still out, so we sat around and talked then magda came over and the three of us made dinner and ate it together. it's so nice hanging out with them.
and today... i started at 12, was supposed to be 1 but pat had a work emergency, so i got up just after 10 and went and had my hair chopped off. it hasn't been this short for probably 2 years. it's pretty short. i don't think i'll tell mum and dad i did it, might surprise them with it. so by the time i get home in 7 months i'm hoping it'll be back to the length it was when i woke this morning. i just wanted the perm gone, even though it actually looked really nice now and i could wear my hair down with it. ah well, never mind.
anyway, so that's me, up to date. only a week and a half until my parents arrive which means two weeks til vacation, aahhhh, that'll be nice.
dickhad: can you please find somewhere else to smoke?
me: (looking along the bar) uh no
dickhead: well we were here before you and we're not smoking
me: well we can't go anywhere else and we can't smoke at the table.
dickhead: well yeah, we weren't smoking
by this point in time i think he realised i'd have been up for an argument so he was getting a bit uneasy about the confrontation, didn't want to be embarrassed in front of the lady he was attempting to entertain.
me: we're not moving, there's no where to go
dickhead: well just don't blow in my face (turns around to group - how can we blow in his face?!)
idiot. now why stand at the bar if you won't smoke? we can't go to the bar cause there's never enough room so end up at a table where we can't smoke.
saturday i slept in then went to old navy where i got a nice shirt to wear on saturday night, go it for $5, bargain. then in the arvo i dog sat while i was getting ready, spent an hour on my hair and shouldn't have bothered. i really should have got a before photo because we get to kelly clarkson, lining up for a t-shirt and it starts pissing down rain within 20 mins. it ruined my hair within the first drop because i'd straightened it, so i wasn't about to go running for cover, i was staying in that line. the concert was alright. not the best i've seen. kelly was awesome, but the venue sucked. i wasn't impressed with the sound at all, when she spoke between songs e couldn't hear her and we were in the middle. maybe the people on the lawn had speakers out there, i dunno, i just now i could turn and talk to kellie at a normal level and be heard perfectly. the rain was louder.
then we went back to kel's and drank and played 'i have never'. always an interesting game. especially with boys, they always do things which manage to gross me out.
sunday when i got home i spoke to lozz then met angelika at gurnee mills and only spent $3 at starbucks, record for me! she came back here, pat and the kids were still out, so we sat around and talked then magda came over and the three of us made dinner and ate it together. it's so nice hanging out with them.
and today... i started at 12, was supposed to be 1 but pat had a work emergency, so i got up just after 10 and went and had my hair chopped off. it hasn't been this short for probably 2 years. it's pretty short. i don't think i'll tell mum and dad i did it, might surprise them with it. so by the time i get home in 7 months i'm hoping it'll be back to the length it was when i woke this morning. i just wanted the perm gone, even though it actually looked really nice now and i could wear my hair down with it. ah well, never mind.
anyway, so that's me, up to date. only a week and a half until my parents arrive which means two weeks til vacation, aahhhh, that'll be nice.
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hahahahaha u gota nice shit to wear
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