Yummy, drinking chai, sitting on the floor of my room at dad’s house, and attempting to do all my school work that is outstanding. Listening to Ellie Goulding, that song again, the one that reminds me of a certain lover. Who, incidentally I hate. Oh dear. That may have been a lie.
Anyway, I’m craving a cigarette so much, this whole quitting lark sucks. I have about six blisters on my feet from my new shoes (which are very nice, but still, painful), and a new really sexy skirt, and I spent a whole hour sitting in front of the toilet last night almost throwing up but not quite. Mm, nice. It was that feeling in your throat where you’re almost about to, but then you can’t, so I gave up and went to bed at 9 pm. Best decision I’ve made all holidays. I woke up this morning to discover it was apparently 10.30 even though it was only 9.30, because of bloody daylight saving. I hate losing an hour.
Because I’m staying at dad’s for this weekend (and apparently the majority of this week), I really have little to do except procrastinate, and put off my homework for one more day, play guitar, and fight with my brother. There’s nobody down here to invite over, or go shopping with, or even drink with. Apart from my dad I guess, but that’s not really one of my favourite pastimes.
Am now listening to some remix of Calvin Harris. Can I just mention Calvin Harris is a bloody genius. Well ok, he’s probably not a genius, but I think I’m a little bit in love with him.
I’m now going to go convince father to restring his guitar, so I can work out some chords that have been bugging me for ages, and then HOPEFULLY come back to this homework. But being honest, it’ll probably take me at least 3 hours. I reckon I will also barter a cigarette off him, because I think my addiction brain cells are about to kill me, they seem that angry!
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