We'll Toast the Air, The Sky.

So, it's  11.59 am and I woke up twenty minutes ago. Normally, this would be cool but I was supposed to start work at 10 am. Bad bad times. I put in for a holiday last Thursday though to get today off. It hadn't been processed yet but hopefully it was. No one has phoned me anyway so I'm guessing it's all cool. Being twenty years old is so NOT cool. I did not want to wake up to a letter from the NHS explaining that because I'm twenty, they want to probe around in places that should not be probed around in. I want to be like Peter Pan - I don't want to grow up. It's not just the embarrassing NHS examinations though, it's lots of things. Growing up just makes everything complicated. Now I have to move out, pay my own way, get my own food shopping, pay bills... it's just basically going to suck. Not only growing up but also growing out means I'm having to sacrifice scrumptious delicacies for... well... Special K. I spent an hour on the Wii Fit the other night, It doesn't sound much but If you actually do all muscle workouts, yoga and aerobic exercises you get a really good work out. Unfortunately I haven't been physically able to walk since then, all my muscles have went into shock having been sleeping for so long and are putting up a mighty protest. Walking down stairs like you've soiled yourself is not attractive in any way. Last night I was over at Lou's for dinner with Chloe, Ross and Stuart. It was such a funny night! We ate some Spag Bol ( or in my case, just Spag) and just talked. We reminisced about school and shared hilarious and ridiculous stories. We then made a really funny video which I will post as soon as I get it from Lou. I then took Ross, Stuart and Chloe home around 1ish and was thankful to sink in to my bed. Only to find that I couldn't get to sleep...Hoorah! So I blame my 4am sleeping habits for sleeping in for work. I'm leaving soon anyway so I doubt I'll get into too much trouble. Tonight I really could have done with spending some time with Grant but I'm having to go to Michelle's leaving party. He's coming of course but I have to take Steve home after it then drive all the way back to Livi because Grant has work the next day. Why can't I just say no to people? Anyway, I better head off and do something proactive with my day. I'm torn between the gym and shopping. Blantyre gym then the Fort I think is the way forward. I still have to spend the Topshop voucher that the lovely Claire and Euan gave me for my birthday. :)xx

HSBC Scum.

Apparently I am not worthy of working for the "World's Local Bank" any more. It does not suffice that I am leaving in August...oh no... The power must be snatched. To be honest, I loathe the job. Truly loathe it. Despite my ever growing hatred for one of the few banks not to go dick up in the current economic downfall, it does pay for my wheels and for my social sanity. It also pays for the confidence lapses, which seem to occur so frequently these days. I'm spending more and more on clothes to make me feel better. Typical female, I guess but extra hormones make us extra sensitive. I'll be damned if I'm deprived of something pretty to make me feel better about myself. College, now finished, sees my own governmental-certified brand of heroin, go pretty much down the lavvy. SAAS provided me with such a lifeline. No SAAS and no wage after July, sees my 'merry-making, fun-loving, holiday-filled summer days' numbered. How many can there be with rent, a car, a laptop and unexplainably expensive Poulenc Sonatas to pay for? My guess is four. Four fun-filled, sensationally wonderful days in Ireland's capital. That's all I want from this summer. 

If you so wish to donate to the downfall of Paula fund, all monies, cheques and cuddles can be made payable to my address. After all, we are a giving world. So giving, in fact, that we gave millions of people copious amounts of money that we simply did not have... So much money, that even the most thriving of banks have to make job cuts.

What prats.

11 Hour Slog

I'm really beginning to wish I had spent more time on college work rather than doing most of it now ( which is the night before the hard deadline). My bad. Mother dear doesn't seem interested in speaking to me today at all. I miss Grant! He larfs when I make a funny. I need to socialise...someone speak to me...PLEASE! I have no idea why I'm writing this anyway because I don't have any followers...yes that's right! So I'm off to slog some more and play a lament on my violin.

Jokes.

Smaaaaaaaash

I can't believe all of the things I have accomplished before 12pm. I've cleaned the entire house, lovingly left for me to do on my own... did an essay, and successfully scared the bajeezes out of everyone in my entire estate. The wonderful festivities of Tuesday night took its toll on a rather weak handled bin bag, causing an array of wine and beer bottles to go thundering down my very echoey close stairway. Just when I thought things couldn't get any more embarrassing, the window cleaner, who was happily minding his own business across the street, came to see if everything was okay. He thought someone had thrown themselves out of a window. His worst nightmare I guess. Anyway, I just thought I would share that terribly boring, yet tragic event with you all. I'm off to college for the last time today. I'm sure I'll have a smashing time.

Ha.

Era

It's hard to think I will never see some of these wonderful people again. Oddly, last year I would have happily left college. Having had not much time to make any real friends due to countless hours aboard trains, leaving would have been easy. But not now. Having bonded with my peers and finding amongst them the most precious of friendships, I am glad that I stayed. Consequently, it has made leaving now much more difficult.
I know it is time to push forward onto bigger and better things but it will be imposible to find bigger and better friends than the ones I have now. College has given me so much, taught me so much, made me a better person, even. Therefore I dedicate my first post to Stevenson College - for giving me wisdom, ability, integrity, friendship...and love.