He likes to come up with weird stuff.
Today he referred to a grumpy guy as being on his 'meriod'
which is basically a man-period.
I liked this word, I may have to coin it for future use :)
Anyways, MLIA.
I made a friend at Matalan ^__^ called Alex. Turns out hes dating one of my old Gangshow buddies. But he's the only guy at Matalan (so far, fingers crossed!) who has actually made an effort to strike up a convo. Everyone else seems nice but unless I am on tills I dont have much opportunity to talk.
Anyways, he has made me feel more relaxed at Matalan, and I dont feel like such a loner.
BUT, yesterday he revealed that he is leaving in two weeks, and I was GUTTED. I have only spoke to him for a total of about 30mins but he made me feel welcome.
I asked him why he was leaving (nosy, much?) and he said that his parents had split up, and they were kinda BRIBING him to be happy and not make a fuss about it. He seems content with this. Obviously he seemed devastated that his parents are divorced now, but it means he gets a PRETTY BLOODY AMAZING allowance. i.e more than he was earning each month.
This kinda annoyed me.
Not the fact that he was leaving me (that is kinda a contributing factor to my annoyance!) but the fact that he kinda has... an escape route, if that makes sense. He was working to get money, but now he didnt need that anymore.
When I stopped working at SUPERDRUG I was freaking out about starving and living in the streets (well, not THAT bad.. but I was getting stressed out about money).
I am embarrased to admit it, but my parents do not give me an allowance. As in, ZILCH.
They said that once I got a job I wouldn't need an allowance, which is kinda fair enough. I SURVIVE and if I had any more money I would spend it on candy (Katy hates me saying 'candy' because its American, but I love ittt!!). So ever since I got a paper round (when I was 12) I haven'y had any allowance. Or pocket money. At every opportunity I can I rant about how unfair this is to my parents.. they used to give me £3 a week (£1 for candy, £2 to save up for socialising) but now I cannot even ask for money to borrow. I have to pay it back ASAP if I dont have any money.
I am embarrased to admit that. But in a way it has made me more independent, appreciative of money when I DO have a birthday/babysitting/pay day and hard-working. I like the fact that working in two stores has beefed up my CV, my work experience AND my purse :)
But some days, when I get really stressed out an tired, I wish I could get money for nothing. If my parents were richer I would take advantage of that. It depresses me sometimes when I talk to people at college about their holidays/weekends and they have been travelling/buying stupidly-expensive clothes, all expenses paid by their parents.
I know that money isnt everything, and Hampshire is supposed to be a PRETTY wealthy area (especially Chandlers Ford, posh twits!) but I am gutted that Alex is ditching me.
I know this sounds like a really moany, ungrateful blog. I am pretty content with my life though. I just hate how I have to work 8hours a week and do babysitting until 1am and do chores at home for no money. Whenever I bring it up with my parents they say I am ungrateful/selfish/ 'what about the poverty-striken third world countries?'
But Alex getting paid almost £100 a month to sit on his arse and eat cookies doesnt seem fair.
BUT.
I have a lovely family (albeit PRETTY weird).
I have lovely friends,
I have a lovely man-friend.
I have time to sit on my arse and eat cookies SOMETIMES (normally its nutella sarnies though)
Basically, this blog has NO point. Except a bit of a rant at all my Jack-Wills minions and their silly rich 'rents.
On a lighter note, I am reading 'Belle Du Jour's Secret Diary of a London Call Girl'
Which is the EPITOME of chicklit/erotic lit. It is actually disgusting. But she is SO funny.
I will try and find a funny quote...
'Its a public health issue. I am sleeping with tonnes of guys, sometimes with, sometimes without a condom. We are in an age when their are diseases flying all over the place. People going partying and drinking and wake up in the morning wondering what you did (and WHO you did) last night... and so I could catch ANYTHING. Its a massive concern for me because there is no such thing as paid sick leave for a 'working girl'.... so I want to set your minds at ease as much as I can. I want you to know... I have had a flu jab.'
It is such a funny book. Almost as good as the series :P
Guten tag! :)
p.s 'auf-lauf' is apparently german for souflee? correct me if i am wrong.. :)
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