weighing me down

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronic_fatigue_syndrome

Life's a bitch, I tend to get on with it, but here's what you don't see.

I'm gonna do it....

Tangoed.

Do not laugh, I repeat, do not laugh.
I'm getting a spray tan on Saturday. Not usually my style but it's to test it out for the wedding.
3 things I worry about.....Looking Orange......Looking Grubby........It melting off me at work??

Thinking also that on Saturday Night I may have to do an 'Only way is Essex' night  inspired by the fakery of the tan. That means lashes, boobs and big hair. Sounds like a laugh to me hehe.

Snoorrree.

Oh man am I gonna be tired by the end of next week.
Got so much work on at the moment and it's meant to be my half term.
Not that sleep means much when you wake up still tired.
Blissful sleep and a lay in would be a-maze-ing!
You'd think I would be able to get quality sleep with all the things I've got off my mind lately.

*Voicing My Opinions
*Student Finance Sent Off
*Uni Accomodation Sorted
*Coursework All Handed In

Very important stuff to not have to worry about all night.
I suppose I'm still having that little worry nigling in the back of my mind that I'm not going to get enough points for Portsmouth. Oh well.

Lately I just wanna cut my hair, dye it and get liposuction, although that last one may cost a bit much.

Food glorious food....

my appetite, messed up.

July/August '11?

thank you Jenna Elfman x

Oh fudgesicles.

All these years I've been bigging up Budmouth. It's the college that cares.
That is until you're a a returning year 14 student, then obviously they dont give a crap. Or should I say the head of Sixth Form doesn't. How on earth are we yr14 students supposed to know that we have to pay for exams or when the final date is to pay so we dont have to incur the effing late fee.
Obviously all my fault of course.
Pfft. I'll tell you what you silly little man how about executing some intelligence and sending out an e-mail at the start of the year telling us returning students exactly what is expected of us etc. Is that so hard?

Aaaaaaaaaah rant over. The teachers are still good.

Zip your lips like a Padlock.

I find it quite amusing, on looking back, when people can just speak without actually thinking. Or they say something which isn't exactly what they mean and it comes out horribly. And then they continue on and on and on until not only have they dug themselves a grave, but they've managed to tunnel themselves to the earths core and have landed themselves in a whole lot of heat.
Ah funny. And by my excessive use of 'they' I am not excluding myself in the slightest. I often make a bad situation worse but it's not entirely our faults, there's not enough words in the english language to sometimes explain what you are exactly feeling or meaning.

I hate the Gilmores Girls. That's a lie.
I adore/envy/wish I was one of them. I know, I know, they are apart of a fictional show for entertainment purposes but I have often said I would rather live in a fantasy world than deal with reality. People would often mock their fast talking bobble-headedness but it's they're pure wit and attitude I love. I can talk just as fast, the wit I would have to work on. Shut up, Alice.

Mother's day has been and am I glad that it is gone. For some warped reason my Mum though it best to alienate us by saying that only slave labouring in our jungle of a garden would make her happy. So the cards and presents we got her now felt mundane. Nice.
She warmed up as the day went on and it was finally all cuddles by 8pm. Thank goodness.

Student Finance is done. Well the application is sent off. And as much as I would love to say I'm going to Portsmouth, I just can't see it happening. The standards are so high. It's a whole lot of if only I had known they wanted tat much then I would have picked up another AS.
Well we can but wish, can't we?

Things to do, toodles.