Hell's freezing over, come back tomorrow.
Another month begins; actually a pretty busy one. I have three assignment type things to juggle, revision to crack on with, on top of finding work and just generally keeping it together. I went and saw the house again today, told them they'd done a great job of moving things around; we chatted for a while, mentioned the other places 20 minutes out and then it was just general niceness. S was just awake, I think. And then N was just doing work. They didn't want to come ice skating, so I didn't end up going on my own or anything. I think they're desperate enough to give up one of their rooms or they'll be having to search for another place. It's nice-ish, the only downside is the main road in terms of location. Don't know the area that well either, and there'll be students around a lot I suppose. Good distance and they aren't bad themselves. However, the bathroom is tiny and downstairs and it led on from the kitchen which can barely fit one person in. It's just awkward I guess. Plus apparently they all cook together, ahaha. It would just stress me out.
I actually started working on this interactive board game thing, it was amusing playing child's games again. Looked into job searches too, with little luck. There's something about working with some school kids in summer and being an assistant to activities, paid. Sounds alright. The rest of my evening wasn't too bad. I ended up just moping about online and apparently this is what I may end up wearing as a bridesmaid. It's alright, except I'd need at least one strap to hold up my breastage.
It was annoying though, I tried to ring up my aunt to see if she can give me a lift on Sunday, but she said she'd ring back later. I was nearly ready for my shower when my parents in-fucking-convieniently called. Dad kept going on and on several times about how it would be good for me to take the house and so did mother. And mostly it was my dad just fumbling for words as he was distracted by eating. I wanted to just fucking kick the wall or something, and just go get warm from a shower. I'd had a call whilst I was on the phone to the prattling father, a call back from my aunt to sort things out I'd hoped. But then I texted them saying I was free, and I ended up having to call them almost two hours later! By then i'd cursed a dozen times, and gone and had my shower which thankfully made me feel better. I then preceded to surf the interwebs and rant at my unlucky chosen friend (Mark.) I ended up calling and apparently we're on for 9am on Sunday, and the fucking cheek of the woman wanting me to go back to Manchester just so she doesn't have to spend another 40 minutes diverting through here to collect me. Bit selfish 'cause I'm not even needed till at least 11-12. I told her beforehand I'd have tons of work, selfish cow. Then I had a tiny freakout at my cousin, which was very subtle. Basically I have come to the conclusion that all this stress is basically a load of nonsense since I'm more than likely not going to be able to make it unless S picks me up on her way down. I never wanted to go in the first place, I was just doing it for her benefit and to be included in something for once. Oh well, never expected anything less.
Anyway, tomorrow awaits. (Oh fun.) Plus I think I have lost Mark's interest at last, kind of both a happy and sad moment.
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