Going into town to buy a drill. I refuse to be defeated by some free standing Argos value shelves. If taking my knitting machine completely to bits wasn’t that hard then why is this so difficult? By the end of the day the shelves will be up and the copious amount of art related stuff in my room will no longer be driving me insane. I’m determined.
And my sketchbook for my drawing project will be finished. Well here’s hoping that’s the case anyway.
Love it when Facebook lets you know that everyone apart from you is at someones birthday tea thing this afternoon. Its not even that that bothers me. In fact I really don’t care that much, god I’m not even that good friends with her. It’s the fact that you (one of my best friends apparently) have been in fucking Africa for two weeks, I haven’t seen you since February and despite us speaking since you got back you’re not really that arsed about seeing me. Probably because everyone else is there this afternoon and just me, well I guess that doesn’t matter too much. Doesn’t matter that I’ve been a better friend to you than most of them, well lets not even get fucking started on that.
And you, well you don’t even really like her either, you’re only friends because you inconveniently happened to be starting the same university course and you knew no one else, the amount of times I’ve heard you talk about how you hate her and now you’re just at her fucking birthday party like that 4 years or so never happened.
And well I hardly ever speak to you either, which hurts the most because we used to be such good friends. And despite every time I see you you keep saying how we need to be better at keeping in touch, it just goes back to nothing every time. I’m almost just sick of trying when you’ve made no effort with me since year 11. For apparently no reason, I guess they’re just better than me and I don’t think I’ll ever really understand why.
This isn’t even really worth my time worrying over. I’m just sick of being told to try when no one else does. You can all just fuck off.
I feel so much better for spending the last hour colouring in an Alexander McQueen handbag from my new colouring book in random patterns and lovely bright colours; serving absolutely no purpose at all, just for my own enjoyment.
My hat project is getting on my tits; I just want to draw patterns and knit them, and that is it. But yes anyway, now I do feel quite a lot less frustrated and fed up in comparison to earlier.
I’m about to go out to look at a knitting machine one of my mums friends owns. She wants to just give it to me despite me telling her she could sell it and make quite a bit on it. I probably wouldn’t have bought one if I’d known she had this one she didn’t want, but still if I can give it a good clean and sell it myself :) I could just make the money back on the one I bought anyway. So I’m not going to complain :).
Today has been very exhausting, but also very worthwhile. It’s not often we all get to meet up, so especially for all the kids it was just brilliant. But bloody hell I’m so tired, I didn’t expect we’d get back so late for one thing. I reealllyyy need to do some work tomorrow morning and I wish this weekend wasn’t going to be so busy too.
I would give anything to be going back to Leicester on Sunday like my girlfriend. Just to see her, and for a bit of peace and quiet. I miss her so much, I can’t describe how much I just want to be with her right now.
“Don’t mean to sound ignorant or anything but I wonder if Africans in poverty know what an ice cube is…”
Just saw this status update on Facebook. I mean what. Where is all the intelligence in the world? Of all the things that could occur to someone, especially about poverty. I just. My god. Just please use your brain for good useful things, its a waste otherwise. Bloody hell this is really bothering me. I don’t know whether to laugh, or just cry at the state of the world.
So of course I’ve been in and out of my overdraft practically since February, its another 3 weeks until we get loans again, but I really do need a fashion colouring book. This kind of mentality is why I never have money. Actually no, its the ridiculous amount I have to spend on materials in order to study fashion / textiles. And the colouring book really was necessary. It has an Alexander McQueen shoe on the front of it, therefore I need it.
Yummy :)
