Change of plans... So too many people feared the infected one so that was cancelled. Luckily I was feeling well enough, and way beyond bored enough, to venture in to chavtown for the night. I have to say that it was much more fun than I expected. Oh, how I miss the days of dancing the night away and not caring if I look like a total idiot to those around me. I may be a trained dancer, with certificates to prove it, but when under alcoholic influence all that skill goes out of the window. It becomes a mixture of bum wiggling and random hand movements. But I like to think this actually helps me fit in better, I don't live in a film so busting out some well choreographed moves in the middle of a dancefloor most likely wouldn't kickstart my career and see me dancing with Janet Jackson next week. Looking back over the photographic evidence of my night, I guess you could say I was rather highly intoxicated. Dancing with a traffic light for about 15 minutes, whilst also believing I could direct traffic by putting out my hand and shouting stop when the light was red. Fortunately my untagging mission today was unncecessary, by come miracle, despite my state, I managed to look nice on the photos... of which there were a LOT, someone got snap happy!
After my night as a chav I woke up feeling so dehydrated. So I stumbled about at 6 in the morning to get myself a drink, then went back to sleep. Now I am one of the lucky few who do not suffer hangovers. However, unlike a lot of people, alcohol makes me unable to sleep... which I discovered last week when I was lying about in bed for over an hour waiting for my friends to emerge from their slumber. So, this morning I woke up relatively early still highly dehydrated. Alcohol also makes sleeping still impossible. So my first sight in the mirror... BED HAIR!!! But not just any bed hair, it was nearing an afro! And my hair has had no better luck since. Worst decision of the day... walking up to mothers house. She offered to pick me up but it is a 5 minute walk. The cold didn't bother me, I just fancied some fresh air and I could wrap up warm. What I didn't realise when I made this decision was quite how windy it was outside. After washing my hair and still struggling to get a hairbrush through it, I ventured outside with my nice, clean and tidy hair. Not for long for long though. Nothing too serious, just a bit windswept... for the first minute that is. By the time I reached mothers house I looked like I had been swirling around in a tornado for the last hour. Add to that the static from trying to keep it under control while wearing gloves. This has not been a good hair day. Perhaps a lesson from above for my obsessively vain tendency to redo my hair every 5 minutes last night. But hey... at least the photos turned out good.
I've given up the news, and don't buy a newspaper so the only chance I get to read one is when I go up to my mothers house. Today I decided that it may be time to give that up. The first page I landed on... JOBWATCH! Not a whole page like, but a nice big box in the bottom corner showing just how many jobs had been lost by every company this week. Is that really necessary? We hear it on the news every day, we do not need it recording in Jobwatch. I quickly turned away from it in disgust that the newspapers seem to find some sort of pleasure in rubbing this in the faces of all the unemployed, and those poor people who were one of the losses and became a mere statistic that people will be eating chips from tomorrow. We all know we are in a recession, and a lot of people (me included in case my blogging hasnt made that apparent yet) are finding it rather hard. To keep shoving this in our faces is just mean. MEAN!
On the whole though, despite the hurricane hair and nasty news, today has been a good day. The boyfriend has been very loving and what girl doesn't love to have affection showered on her from time to time. Just a shame it was coming from a faraway town and can't become a real kiss and cuddle until next weekend. But I do love having things to look forward to, it helps keep my spirits high.
Jobs Applied For_ 0
Tears_ 0
Knickers Found_ 0
Gallons of Water Drank_ 1,544,353
