I'm listening to hands down DC
I'm feeling so sad...
I'm wishing I was rich enough to fly to mauritius

Rarr. Im having a really bad day. They had to put me on checkouts today cause it was mad busy so Im there, scanning and packing... and I reach for this bottle of wine and it like completely slips from my hand and is about to tumble to the ground, but then I catch it from the bottom just in time...and no one saw. it was like...super-woman speed. I was all Check me out! and no one saw. oh well. Then this other woman had this huge shop and went to pay and then realised she'd had her cards stolen. and it was somehow my fault cause i worked there and she reckoned they were stolen in store. and then everyone was yelling at me because the lines were long... and I kept saying really blonde things like "Are you saving your rewards?" Instead of "Would you like help packing?" to which people just stare at me as if to say... how the hell did you qualify for shop work?!" And Andy one of the boys who I used to work with at the resteraunt (he also works at the store now too) was a comlete dick to me... last week he told everyone he slept with me...(which..okay is true but still...) and today he like... made so much fun of me. Not like nice, teasing fun, just stupid mean fun. I hate boys.

On that subject my own boy went home to Mauritius for a whole month today to catch up with friends and his family. I know I wasnt seeing him anyway cause he was still in school in Canterbury and I was up here on summer break- but still- at least we were in the same country. Now hes miles away. With pretty, sexy speaking french black girls. And im here with horrible boys who I slept with being mean to me.

I miss school so bad. I miss canterbury and the pretty streets and town center, and the awe-ing cathedral and amazing history... and the cobbled streets and tudor buildings... and my housemates, even the smelly boys who fart and burb and leave glasses unwashed for days and days, who wander in and out of my room in their underwear taking things from me, who hide my and fayes stuff and switch our bras and underwear around to see if we notice... Oh I miss my own boy so much... waking up with him and falling asleep with him, messing up his oh so perfect hair and his sexy little accent ... He sent me flowers cause I said I was missing him yesterday. I told him I didn;t want him to stay and th\at he should come stay with me for a month instead... I made him feel so guilty... I'm mean. Horrible horrible girlfriend ;)

OOooh I cant wait for christmas in Canterbury. Its the most amazing place to have christmas. Ever seen those 'olde english' christmas card scenes? Canterbury is so like that! Snow on the cobbled streets, narrow roads, old shop fronts, cathedral bells, carol singers... big huge trees in the street, log fires in the old pubs... its so amazing. I think I'm gonna stay there for christmas with Kev this year, not come home till the day after boxing day maybe... (it'll break my daddy's heart but Kev would have no where to go) Unless he came here... we'll see... it might be nice spending christmas as a couple...just the two of us. Wow... thinking of christmas already.