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.