Well, I Guess That I Won't Be Having The Time Of My Life Tonight…

Well my mood was starting to change for the better and things were starting to look up, I got over the whole egging incident and decided that I was going to start making the most of the summer before I blink and miss it.

I still planned on going to London with my friends, when they told me they’d been to London without me they said they’d be going again later this summer and that they didn’t mind going back to the Tate modern.

We spoke about it last week, they said they wouldn’t be going for a few weeks because Jo wouldn’t be free for the next few weeks. I was fine with this arrangement…just as long as they remember to invite me this time.

The weekend came and went and on Tuesday night I went onto Gareth’s blog to read what he’s been up to, I couldn’t believe it, they went to London again without inviting me AGAIN!

You don’t just forget to invite one of your friends once let alone twice in as many weeks, nobody is that stupid.

But coming to think about it, this happens quite a lot, lots of times I can recall them saying about the day they went to Warwick castle/Hatton/the safari park/Stratford only for me to ask when this was and they go ‘Oh…um…it was all a last minute thing and we forgot to invite you’…Bullshit! You don’t just forget your friends, especially those you’ve known for over 20 years.

It’s clearly much more than them just forgetting about me, I’ve obviously done something to upset them or for them not to want me around. It’s not even the fact that I don’t have much money, surely a friend would offer to buy a drink or lend me the money for the cinema or whatever until I can pay them back, just as I would do for them if they were in the same position as me.

So whatever I’ve said or done to make you not want me to come out with you all you may as well just go ahead and tell me instead of tiptoeing around the whole thing.

Anger Management…

So it’s been almost 2 weeks since I finished college and I should be feeling much better for it, but in actual fact I feel awful. I’m not sure if it’s the heat, the messed up sleeping pattern or just the lack of things to do, but I’ve been in the foulest of tempers just lately. So I apologise now if I’ve come across as a bit of a mardy arse just lately, I think I really need a holiday or time away from Birmingham.

We had the end of year show last Friday, when I got there Ziggy was drunk and had spilt red wine over someone, it was a good night though, everybody’s work was so much better than our end of year show last year, I wish I’d put that much effort into it when my work was up now.

(at this point I saved the blog on word and went for a walk and some ‘fresh air’)

…Ok, now I’m really REALLY angry, I was walking up the Alcester road to the Kings Arms and a car passed me, out of the corner of my eye I saw something fly out the window and hit me. It was an egg, some little fucker fucking egged me!

Now I really have had enough of Birmingham, the people here are just rude, have absolutely no manners, and the air here tastes like shit. I’m leaving Birmingham as soon as possible!