A Level results tomorrow. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can only drink tea. Ten hours to go...
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Last night was a terribly cosy evening, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Imogen and I both wrapped up warm around 10.00pm and went out into her garden to watch the meteor shower that was supposed to be seen very clearly over much of Europe and America. To be fair, we didn't see any more than four or five shooting stars, but the whole environment was just wonderful. We had a small fire going to keep us warm, and her mum made us a flash of coffee to keep us warm. We spent a good few hours just staring at the stars, talking about so much - space primarily, and we were for a long time convinced we'd seen a UFO until someone informed us it was probably just a satellite. It was more fun when it was a UFO though.
Also last night we watched 'The Number 23' with Jim Carey in it. It was bizarre. Especially when Imogen paused the film to go to the bathroom. I glanced at the clock on her stereo: 21:11 - it freaked me out even more when I noticed all the numbers on DVD player were 07:01:16:17 - 23!
Work today wasn't too bad at first, but it soon turned boring and I had very sore legs by the end of it. Lorri-Ann's aunt had died over the weekend so she was quite upset and had to leave at one point. I felt for her, but it has to be said that our workload went up without her. However we didn't mind. I got to work with Mel, who I really enjoy working with. She's only a temp worker, but she is lovely. She leaves on September 15 actually, the same day as me. She and her boyfriend have survived her going to university and them having a long distance relationship, which gave me hope for Jamie and I.
Jamie has been texting me all day and it's been wonderful. Everytime I get a text from him, my hear beats much faster and I smile. No matter what it is. He also managed to get on MSN today which was nice, to have a small amount of real-time chat with him from Spain. I can't wait to stay at his on Friday. He's told his mum that I'm a guy he really wants to try with a relationship. How cute.
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We've had a sudden infestation at work, in the form of the dreaded flys. We're not altogether sure where they have all come from or why they have decided to attack any members of staff that happen to walk by, but theories range from a dead pigeon on the roof to the flys enjoying Next clothing. Literally everywhere you go, there are flys. These are brave flys too - they fly onto you and stay there. It's horrible, picking a fly off you. Yvonne went around work yesterday spraying as much fly killer as she could, sticking fly killer onto any available window space and generally attempting to kill any fly that dared enter. Originally only being found upstairs, they were seen today on the shop floor as well. The sheer amount of spray used managed to set the fire alarms off, and a very embarrassed Yvonne had to explain to the fire service that they were trying to kill flys and that there wasn't any fire to be found.
Speaking of work, today was quite possibly the most boring day at work I've had in a very long time. Sunday's always have been boring, due to me being the only one in the stockroom, but today went painstakingly slow, and there really weren't too many jobs to be done. Every now and then I would sneak into the staff room, creep to my locker and text a few people. I was so skilled I even did it in the darkness of the room with no lights on. MI5 should employ me. I got a text from Tristan, who I hadn't heard from in a very long time, so that was a surprise. Then, at around 3.00, Jamie text me and that made me smile and become very happy. He wants me to go and stay at his house on Friday when he gets back from Spain. I was afraid my texting him whilst he was on holiday would begin to annoy him but it seems not. He's even going to drive to my house to pick me up and drive me to his - silly when I could technically get the train for £9.95, but it's all sweet. He's such a lovely guy.
Tonight I think I'm going to see the twins, and possibly Imogen. Still have a lot to catch up on after two weeks apart.
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It's raining so hard right now that it makes me very glad I'm tucked up in bed with a warm cup of tea and the warmth of both my laptop and my covers combined. I've just returned from Imogen's actually, so the clothes I was wearing today are completely drenched and currently reside in the washing basket. Nevertheless I do enjoy walking in the rain. There's something somewhat soothing about the whole experience. In the silly, romantic mind that I seem to have, the rain is the perfect opportunity for someone to first utter the words "I love you" to me and I think just the act of doing so would be enough for me to instantly fall in love back!
Seeing Imogen today was really good. I haven't seen her in about two weeks, which for someone who I see pretty much everyday, is a big deal. Still, she did get me some rock and a lucky glass duck that's the colour blue to match my birth stone colour. Even though we just slouched on the sofa in her bedroom and watched a few TV shows (later followed by watching a film that I can't remember the name of) it was a welcome... well, not a change, but a welcome routine, back to normality. TV and cups of tea - nothing better!
Actually, seeing her mum was good too. Me and Imogen's mum have a good relationship I think. She's almost taken on a motherly role but with a bit of friendship in there. Although she clearly has her mothering ways with me, she still knows things about me such as my relationship details. Things that my own mother wouldn't know. Imogen tells her mum these things too about her, which makes me feel a little sad that I've never been close enough to my own parents to be able to talk to them like that. I guess it spans from being playfully mocked when they found out me and Martina Smith were sort of "dating" back when I was about 7 years old. As much as they probably didn't mean anything by it, from then on I never told them about who I liked or anything.
Work today wasn't too bad. I wore an undershirt today because it's so hot in the stockroom. Last time I was in, I was sweating like mad and because my new shirt is really short on the underarms, a little swear patch occurred which made me cringe. So I came prepared. I was sweltering today with two layers but by God I wasn't showing for it! I managed to avoid any replenishment until the very end when Sally suggested I did one seeing as I had done delivery all the shift. Ah well, I suppose it was fair. I did get about 30 items done in 5 or so minutes which is good considering Next tell me to get that done in 15 minutes.
I should probably go to sleep soon, I have work tomorrow.
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The past couple of days have been so hectic for me, I can hardly believe that I've managed to have time to sit down, grab a cup of tea, and think for myself, about myself and write things down on this new-founded journal of mine. On the one hand, I have had my last relationship abruptly end in such a manner that I don't think there was a clear-cut ending to it, which I can tell you is a very confusing concept. I no longer feel anything towards him, but I also have a pang of guilt as I have begun to feel something for another person, someone who I can honestly say is more like me, and I'm far better suited to that anyone I have ever met. I'm very annoyed with fate for not granting me this person until it is time for both of us to travel to university - me to London and him to Cardiff. Two capitals. Two countries. 152 miles apart. Now I'm not one to proclaim "love" and that be the end of it. I don't love him, I enjoy his company, I find him attractive, I feel we have many similarities and yet enough differences to keep it interesting. I don't find that very often, and I don't want to pass this over. Mutually we have decided that we can only try and see how it pans out. Perhaps I'm being naive in thinking that it could happen, but I would regret not trying at least.
I've not done much today, considering it is 1.07 already. UPS were coming to collect a parcel today "between 9.00 and 5.00" - as though I had nothing better to do. The fact that I actually had nothing better to do is irrelevant, UPS didn't know that. A short phone call at around 9.30 this morning from a woman who clearly was at the end of her tether with her job told me that UPS didn't believe my address existed. After repeating my address, my postal code and assuring the woman that my house was not located in Pennington, but was not too far from me (which gained a slight smile from her with a slight chuckle), she said she'd inform the driver. Four hours later and a small, old man in a UPS uniform appears at my door. I did exactly as the package had told me (in a booklet) - left the parcel open for the man to check before taking it away. Clearly this message was not passed onto the employees since the man didn't have a clue why I had left it open. He simply told me he didn't work for Apple and that he only took the package away. The joys of communication between companies!
Now I'm not altogether sure what I will do with the remainder of the day. I feel as though I should do something, since it is my day off this week. However I don't have the energy to walk into town where most of my friends live. My best friend is over in Whitby, and the guy I'm close to is in Spain with friends. It seems everyone has managed to get a holiday from this summer, except me. Sometimes I curse my situation of being almost completely financially independent from my parents, as I work simply to pay off my bills and commitments. I suppose it's good practice for university though.
Excitement and opportunity are like waiting for the UPS man. You know they'll come eventually, but they will always come at the most inappropriate times. You can guarantee that you'll be using the bathroom when UPS comes. I just have to wait for my excitement to occur... and wait I shall do...
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