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  <title>Lee&apos;s secret garden</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 21:28:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am in my house wearing 3 jumpers and a t shirt. I&apos;m so fucking cold but I refuse to turn the heating on cos I don&apos;t want to pay. It&apos;s quite agonising really :) I suck.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 17:02:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>:o</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m 21 on friday! Woo!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 09:40:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m at work running my own connect site, so not actually in the shop and since I&apos;m the manager of it I&apos;m just basically left to it, hence the ingenius plan of bringing Richard&apos;s eeepc with me and faffing on the internet all day. Facebook use will have to be monitered though as I&apos;m &apos;friends&apos; with my manager and deputy manager and I doubt it&apos;d go down well if they knew I was spending my time on here rather than sitting in complete boredom.&lt;br /&gt;If you can&apos;t tell I am in a much better frame of mind than my previous lj&apos;s. I&apos;m in a job I love, and even though I haven&apos;t been earning much thanks to not getting many hours this summer, I&apos;m on full time hours at the moment and going to be getting paid loads more. So smiles all round :)&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t seen loads of my friends in ages, as I&apos;m not a hugely sociable creature outside of the general nights out on the piss, but I haven&apos;t even been able to afford one of them in quite a while. Still, I now have the sims 3 to keep me company. In fact in most cases I&apos;d prefer an evening on the sims to vapid social niceties.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo now I&apos;m in a new house, living with my fella and I really like it. The house itself is a bit of a bomb site, but I mainly keep to my room anywho me being me. I think the only time Richard&apos;s slept in his own bed since we&apos;ve moved in is when I&apos;ve had my sister over to stay the night and she&apos;s slept in my bed with me rather than him. It&apos;s great living with your lover/best mate/love of your life. There&apos;s no down side to it, I don&apos;t get why people make such a big deal of it unless they are the types that argue loads I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Getting on much better with my mumma now I&apos;m not living at home too, I can actually have proper conversations with her and I feel all grown up :p&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of growing up I&apos;m 21 in a few weeks. I&apos;m not entirely sure how I feel about this. Even though I look forward to my twenties as a time of having fun and becoming an adult, the more I age the closer I am to my twenties ending. I don&apos;t see why I can&apos;t freeze my age and enjoy that being that old for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;A sign of aging must be my newfound obsession with home furnishings. I fantasise about decorating rooms of my imaginary future home. I love looking at tables and paint colours and lamp shades. Gah.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 22:27:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I...</title>
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  <description>...personally keep forgetting about lj and when I remember I don&apos;t post anything. People need to get posting more. Then I&apos;ll have something to come and read.&lt;br /&gt;I came to the conclusion months ago that 2009 is the worst year ever. You name it, it&apos;s happened. At least I am working even if after my rent is paid I have &amp;pound;50 for bills, food and transport for the rest of the month. Haha. I have no social life now, really. I used to go out twice a week, now I go out once every few months. It&apos;s hard to adjust, especially when I&apos;m 20 and all my friends are out having fun and I&apos;m not &amp;not;_&amp;not; I used to be the party girl and now I&apos;m just shit. Boo. When&amp;nbsp; I do drink now I don&apos;t enjoy it at all cos my body isn&apos;t used to the alcohol any more and it just makes me very ill. &lt;br /&gt;Thank god for Mr Beecham. He&apos;s done EVERYTHING for me this year, fed me, housed me, been an emotional prop, someone to warm my bedroom so I don&apos;t get cold :p He doesn&apos;t have to do it, but he does. I don&apos;t think he gets enough recognition for his kindness. We live together officially now, even though we practically did before.&lt;br /&gt;The new house is gooooood, but next year I need something cheaper and more permanent. I don&apos;t want to have to keep packing up my life every year and moving on. When I go home to Dewsbury now I just feel quite sad and sick that I used to live there all the time. I really want to do something to help my mum but I can&apos;t afford to look after myself nevermind her too :( I will one day though. I&apos;d never forgive myself if I didn&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m missing Richard. We&apos;ve spent all our holidays/&apos;fun&apos; times apart this year which seems ridiculous really. I think, if he&apos;s reading this when he gets home from Towersey, which I&apos;m 90% sure he will do as soon as he gets in, that he should take me out tonight since neither of us are working on wednesday. Please :) Ily. x</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 11:34:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ugh</title>
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  <description>Dyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing&lt;br /&gt;Richard has gone to pick up my tamiflu and I have a week off work. Hopefully I&apos;ll feel better soon.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 22:27:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I wish I could go back in time two years :(</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 18:14:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I haven&apos;t written anything on here for a while mainly cos I&apos;m not sure what to write. I&apos;ve had a rough last three months and it&apos;s not something I want to think about never mind write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I don&apos;t have a penny to my name and haven&apos;t for a while. Because of this I&apos;ve had to leave university. I&apos;m working in a job which is giving me very inconsistant hours. My manager has just taken on two full timers too so it&apos;s looking even more scary. A high point is that in a few months I will be moving to a nice house. A low is that we still are one housemate short and I&apos;m worried we won&apos;t find someone in time. Plus they are asking for some identification from my guarentour(sp). But my mum has never been abroad and neither does she drive. So this creates more problems for moi, especially when she&apos;s refusing to let me ask anyone else to be my guarentor.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I&apos;ve left uni. I wasn&apos;t enjoying it, but at least I was doing something with myself. I&apos;m actually worried for my future. I don&apos;t know what to do. If I were to go back to university I don&apos;t think I could afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Blackwell&apos;s lackey really, I work too many hours to be one of the students and too little to be a full timer so I&apos;m shunted around wherever they need me (goods in next week, kill me now). My job involves me running around doing whatever is asked of me all day. I have to walk to and from work everyday which is quite enjoyable but is a fair walk and on an evening I&apos;m absolutely knackered and there are many days where I don&apos;t sit down all day til I get home. Even on my dinner I walk into leeds and go window shopping. I&apos;m so unbelievably tired all the time and it&apos;s a bit of a shock after being used to laying in bed all day. On top of that because I have no money Idon&apos;t eat and rink all day til I get home and my body is really fucked. My feet and knees hurt, I have black bags under my eyes, full of spots and I&apos;m positive I&apos;ve lost weight. Aside from that I do enjoy working it&apos;s good to feel useful. I just need to not be working there. It&apos;s not a horrible place to work but I really need a full time job and some more money will eventually be coming in. I got paid a week ago and i only got paid for the first week I worked there since I&apos;ve only just started doing paid work. I only worked 13 hours in my first week. So yeah a wonderful pay cheque. It was really depressing telling my boyfriend I couldn&apos;t afford to buy him a birthday present, especially since he has been feeding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am hiding out in Richard&apos;s bedroom since there is no where else for me to go. Aside from me not getting along with my housemates, I now owe them over &amp;pound;80 in bills and after not paying them for a few months it&apos;s kind of bad. Well it&apos;s really bad actually. So yeah, I can&apos;t go there until I get that money. And going home to Dewsbury isn&apos;t an option either since I can&apos;t afford the bus fare. When I say I don&apos;t have a penny, I don&apos;t have a penny. I don&apos;t even have 50p. I kind of feel annoyed that certain people I know keep spending their money on expensive unneccesary things and then complain they are skint when for the last (almost) 2 years I&apos;ve spent my time being hungry and sad. Although at least in the last year I had a tiny bit of money even if it wasn&apos;t much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw my mum last weekend for the first time in two months. I haven&apos;t talked to her for those two months since I&apos;ve not had any money for credit and she didn&apos;t bother getting in contact with me. Which is nice. Asking her for money is not an option since, without going into it, she has her own money troubles. On that note, I haven&apos;t been able to see my friends or talk to them much either. Having to turn down all the social events not only looks bad on my part but is really getting me down. I&apos;m either at work or in bed and there&apos;s nothing in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting chronic headaches and getting really upset. I broke down at work which was highly embarrassing and highly unavoidable. I can&apos;t help but feel really low lately. So yeah I have kind of contradicted myself from the first sentence I wrote on here but I am beyond caring anymore I just want this nightmare to be over soon. If anyone knows anyone who needs a place to live from july 1st let me know. I don&apos;t really know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me me me, I know but there is literally nothing else going on in my life to talk about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is pretty amazing though. He has tried to keep a smile on my face and a meal in my belly (hardy har har) even if it&apos;s not always worked. At least he cares I suppose. &amp;amp;hearts; That&apos;s one thing that&apos;s good I suppose, that I&apos;ve been in a strong relationship for almost two years now and it&apos;s still as good as ever. There has been two &apos;bad times&apos; to my memory with him which we sorted out and got over quickly and the rest of it has been awesome. I couldn&apos;t ask for a better boyfriend, he is perfect for me etc. I hate myself for being soppy but so frickin what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel a bit sick that I&apos;ve aired my dirty laundry in public (or at least through the tiny amount of people who follow me on here who may not even read this haha). Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 17:02:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>outlook: bleak</title>
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  <description>Oh! So much to tell! And I will probably forget most of it now I am writing it down. Or typing it down even.The whole typing thing may take quite a while, as I managed to spill half a cup of milk over my laptop a few weeks ago. Of course I could have just left it to dry out but NO, I decided to get the hairdryer out to speed things up. Instead, I melted half the keys on my laptop which are now almost impossible to press down. My laptop is actually shit. 3 of the keys have fallen off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, and wait for it, I&amp;nbsp;ACTUALLY HAVE A JOB. I need time to compose myself and recover from such shocking news. Blackwell have offered me a job after doing my work placement there, and God do I need it. I&apos;m incredibly poor. I have abput &amp;pound;1.40 left and after that... nothing and no way of getting any money. It&apos;s really, really depressing. :( ugh don&apos;t want to think about it. Tempted to go on Deal or no Deal LOL. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knees have got terrible again. They usually hurt when bent for a while but lately they hurt if they&apos;re bent at all. I keep crossing my legs only to regret it instantly, but it&apos;s so much easier to sit cross legged sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I&apos;m trying to find some light at the end of the tunnel but I can&apos;t think of one good thing that&apos;s happened lately. It&apos;s just been a torrent of bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have signed for a house for next year. It&apos;s a lovely house, much bigger than where I am living now even though my house is a good un. The downside of this is that Chris has dropped out after we signed for it so Richard, Phil and I are fucked. I have asked my friends but they aren&apos;t willing to move out of Dewsbury or Batley and I don&apos;t blame them really. And Richard hasn&apos;t done anything but put a bulletin out on myspace so if you are reading this Richard bloody text people! I just worry that in no time at all we&apos;ll be moving in and nothing will be sorted, and the longer we leave it the more likely it is that people will find other places to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is one big boo. I have nothing to look forward to... NOTHING! I&apos;m back at uni next week although I doubt I&apos;ll be going since I have no money to get up there. But just the though of university makes my stomach turn, I literally feel sick. What the hell am I doing? Why am I doing this to myself? I&apos;m regretting this course, this uni, everything about it. It was a mistake I wish I&apos;d have done music instead or ANYTHING that wasn&apos;t English. I hated English at school but I thought that I would manage to enjoy it all of a sudden at uni. Ha wrong. I wish someone would give me a hug and make it all better :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outlook: Bleak. Money DOES make you happy, my problems would be solved if I had some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I started off in a jolly mood and was quite looking forward to writing a nice long fun lj but it&apos;s ended in blah.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 00:04:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Don&apos;t go near Richard Beecham</title>
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  <description>Unless you want to get really poorly!&lt;br /&gt;In fact, don&apos;t come near me either!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 16:36:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I love chocolate frijj</title>
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  <description>I just bought these sausage rolls and they taste like shit.&lt;br /&gt;MASSIVE disappointment :p I&apos;m dead hungry an all. Richard bought me these awesome fudge cake bars so I suppose it isn&apos;t so bad :)&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was good! I had this worry all day that something bad was going to happen but it turned out to be a good night.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday this Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be 20. This is not good, as I only feel about 12 in my head or something. I&apos;m not done being a teenager and going out and having little responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to 5 seperate 02 shops and none of them had a nokia 5310 in :@ One of the women lied and said they were restocking the next day, when she saw me the next day she looked really sheepish and told me they still didn&apos;t have any.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god someone get me a job.&lt;br /&gt;I have a little bit of money right now which is dwindling quickly and I am trying so hard not to think about what is going to happen when it&apos;s all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I just went on my deviantart and after over a year finally sorting it all out and reading messages and stuff and found things from my old mates from college and school and one girl in particular, I don&apos;t know why but she doesn&apos;t talk to me any more (not for my lack of trying) but I do miss her. Just made me feel a bit sad :(</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 18:14:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Happiest I&apos;ve been in ages!&lt;br /&gt;Back at uni, hopefully should have some money next week and will be able to pay rent/get pissed, got some good mates who I&apos;m having fun with and I&apos;m just generally ok I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah for the shopkeep!</description>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jefferton aliiiive!&lt;br /&gt; Jefferton aliiiive!&lt;br /&gt; Hi. I&apos;m the Mayor, and my door is always open for yooooooooooooooou!&lt;br /&gt; Jefferton alive!&lt;br /&gt; My name is Tom Peters and I&apos;m full of ideas.&lt;br /&gt; Community spirit!&lt;br /&gt; Hi, how are you?&lt;br /&gt; Shopping!&lt;br /&gt; Food!&lt;br /&gt; Free to be&lt;br /&gt; Bein&apos; free&lt;br /&gt;Jefferton alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 16:38:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I cried on the bus home...</title>
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  <description>To do list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy stamps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2. Write Othello essay&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Write Miss Julie essay&lt;br /&gt;4. Hand both essays in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5. Get a &amp;pound;100 from somewhere to pay for resits by the beginning of next semester&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finish filling out and send off form for free dentist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;7. Call student finance and ask why the fuck they haven&apos;t offered me my much needed grant this year and then send letter to them&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Make effort to get proper sleeping pattern back, going to bed before 2AM and getting up before 1PM&lt;br /&gt;9. Get a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;10. Get fringe trimmed&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;11. Get eyebrows waxed&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Clean house from top to bottom&lt;br /&gt;13. Think of preperations in case I don&apos;t pass uni ... move out, prepare speech to tell mum, get Zara and Hayley new house mate, kill self etc.&lt;br /&gt;14. Buy Tessa&apos;s 18th birthday present (her birthday was in August)&lt;br /&gt;15. Find wonderful new female BFF who has ridiculous hair colour and/or love of piercings that I can muse at the world with, is kind and has their own opinions but is not in love with self, dramatic&amp;nbsp; and doesn&apos;t copy me and not get their own personality and beliefs&lt;br /&gt;16. Call British gas and inform them of happenings in house so we don&apos;t get cut off&lt;br /&gt;17. Find money to pay British Gas&lt;br /&gt;18. Owe mummy &amp;pound;200 (but that can be paid back whenever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;19. Make self look decent again and make effort to get out of bed and get dressed and look nice&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Keep up self delusion so not to remind self of awful present circumstances</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 23:13:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Honest to blog</title>
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  <description>Sooooo... I haven&apos;t had a night out since 1st of July.&lt;br /&gt;Not even been out for a drink to the pub or anything...&lt;br /&gt;Got essays to do for weds which I am really struggling with, cos now I have left them all to the last minute I feel too much pressure.&lt;br /&gt;And the only food I have is 1 tin of spaghetti... literally nowt else... had some microwave popcorn which i made out of starvation but it tastes gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. I don&apos;t know why I am at university. The only reason I am trying to go back next year is because I need my student loan to pay my next rent, otherwise I seriously wouldn&apos;t fucking bother I kid you not. No one told me it would cause so much distress. Although no one else is as much of a dick as me and not done their work and managed to fail their first year.... I mean seriously who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;d have thought that just maybe I might have learned from this when it comes to resitting stuff but NOOOOOOO. I can do the work. I just DON&apos;T WANT&amp;nbsp;TO. I DON&apos;TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. I really hated being at school and sixth form and vowed to get out of education as soon as I could. I was clever at school and my teachers didn&apos;t understand how someone who wasn&apos;t a dumb ass could have so little dedication, concentration and general arsedness (that word is just one way of showing you exactly how clever I was). I just hated being in such a controlled environment, I was extremely bored and unstimulated by everything. I had so set my heart on volunteering abroad but because I was scared of doing it, when the pressure of everyone telling me to go to uni and that I&apos;d love it came along, and&amp;nbsp; also practically being forced by school to go to university, I just gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t had anything remotely positive to write about in a long time now. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The average day for me goes: wake up at 1PM. Eat and watch tv and go on internet. Go to bed at 3AM. Richard comes round quite a bit which is the highlight of my day, and sometimes I go to his although I don&apos;t tend to much any more as it&apos;s so difficult to sleep there with the noise. Going into leeds or anywhere else for that matter is a no-no as it involves money of which I have none. My mum is a fucking saint. I go home every now and again and she buys me food. Honestly I don&apos;t know what I&apos;d have done without her these past few months, her and Richard who has been my &apos;rock&apos; (oh I hate using that word but it best describes what I&apos;m going for :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho hopefully after this essay fiasco I will know what is going on. If I don&apos;t get to go back to uni then I urgently need to find someone to move into this house or find a grand before oct :| wish me luck. Or even better come and do these 6 essays for me?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 16:08:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>One year together</title>
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  <description>Richard &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a very lucky girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:24:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A life that can only be compared to that of a starving African&apos;s</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I am absolutely fed up with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I saw at the cinema was Charlie Bartlett. I have no money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night out I had was the day I moved into the house, 1st July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although saying that I have got drunk a few times, the other night was rather amusing, everyone drank too much and the singstar got involved much to my amusement. However the hangover the next day was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. To the more important issues of my money situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s got to the point that I can&apos;t be bothered any more I feel like a failure at life and I may as well accept it. It&apos;s taken ages for someone from uni to get back to me about resitting, so God knows what is going to happen with all that, by the time it&apos;s all sorted the date to submit stuff will have passed probably. I cannot get a job to save my life. Not that I&apos;m trying very hard, but when I actually do make the effort it&apos;s all for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, boo hoo poor me there are people dying in Africa, but right now I feel like I may as well just go back to living at home like a loser and be unemployed without a degree and piss my mum off. Despite having a family so large it can only be compared to the population of China, only one person out of everyone has a degree, two other cousins went to uni and dropped out. None of my parents brothers and sisters have any qualifications and neither do/did my parents as my mam dropped out of school aged 15 and my dad dropped out when he was only 14. I think my Mum is secretly proud I&apos;m at uni, she expected me to drop out in my first year to be honest. She doesn&apos;t even know I&apos;ve failed my first year. I can&apos;t bring myself to tell her. I don&apos;t want to disappoint her, even though it&apos;s my life and doesn&apos;t really concern her. It&apos;s not like I&apos;m at school any more and living at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I hate the bloody internal dillema&apos;s I go through over things I should probably just get over, I probably wouldn&apos;t dwell on all these things if it wasn&apos;t for the fact I have nothing better to do but sit in bed in my nightie watching 4 OD and eating my own body weight in crisps. Wow actually stopped typing for two minutes there and felt a bit of sadness &apos;is-this-what-my-life-has-come-to&apos; feeling, then I remembered the starving African&apos;s and felt guilty. I blame food, I bet if I didn&apos;t have my weird psycological problems and ate properly I would have energy thus giving me some drive and making me get off my arse and do something. I can&apos;t afford to get on a bus right now, that&apos;s what it has come to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like all I do is complain about not having money but I don&apos;t do anything about it, I just feel like it&apos;s beyond doing anything in all honesty. I&apos;ve given up before I&apos;ve started :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I make myself laugh sometimes. Woe is me, I don&apos;t have a quid to get on the bus. But it is obviously a bit more serious than that as I can&apos;t really afford to feed myself and am relying on a mixture of Richard&apos;s good will and the odd tenner out the bank which it pains me to take out. I went into Headingley to buy food the other day and nearly passed out walking back cos I hadn&apos;t eaten for that long :| my sister says my mum has offered to buy me food, but it&apos;s no good her telling my sister and not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I have no credit and will probably not be able to get any any time soon so I can&apos;t get in contact wi me mam anytime soon anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sat in bed with Hello Kitty with depressing music on and feeling sorry for myself so I apologise (to who I don&apos;t know, don&apos;t think anyone will read this) for the continual rambling over shit. I barely leave my bed. It&apos;ll probably get an arse groove like Homer has in the couch on The Simpsons. Ahh it&apos;s the highlight of my day is The Simpsons, as soon as it goes 6 the telly is put on and I watch it. That and Big Brother, but Big Brother doesn&apos;t really induce the kind of happiness that The Simpsons does. Haha, I probably come across as the biggest loser in the world which is probably true. I should probably stop writing although I&apos;m glad I have, I needed to do something creative before my mind turned to mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Life would be rather spiffing at present if it wasn&apos;t for the lack of job/pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 17:27:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Money troubles</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m in bed watching tv. Got wireless internet now so I can go on here also! My bum is going numb I&apos;ve been sat here that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money situation is becoming increasingly worse. On the 20th of August &amp;pound;300 is coming out of my bank account and I currently have around &amp;pound;100 if I don&apos;t eat or go anywhere or do anything. I just want to cry. There is nothing I can do apart from get a job but it&apos;s difficult for me to make myself do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t even afford to eat. The day before yesterday I only had a bowl of cereal all day and I&apos;ve paid for it today and yesaterday let me tell you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 20:08:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Update</title>
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  <description>I have so much shit to sort for the house. I moved out of Horsforth last Friday and my bedroom is full of bags and stuff and there is no room to move which makes me feel crap being in there and having to pack. I&apos;m so going to have to pack tomorrow though I move on Tuesday &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; Excitedddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. It&apos;s going to be ace... or at least I think is. If not then I&apos;ll get to it when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I&apos;ve felt extremely shitty. I don&apos;t know why but I assume it&apos;s because I didn&apos;t eat for ages and that always makes me feel rubbish. Also I was at Richard&apos;s as I slept there last night and craving affection and attention which I didn&apos;t get which made me feel a bit unloved and rejected which didn&apos;t help my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Richard and I need a night out or even like a trip to the cinema or something to enjoy together, it&apos;s got a bit blah between us lately... nothing to worry about (I hope) but we need to liven our relationship up a bit and go on a date and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, pretty rubbishy day but on the whole I&apos;m alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s absolutely chucking it down with rain, I got soaked earlier. Plus my bond cheque which is for my rent hasn&apos;t cleared and won&apos;t til Monday so I have no money yet again lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night out on Tuesday! First in like 2 months or something due to lack of funds. I cannot wait, I&apos;m going to get absolutely off my face, I need it!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 16:01:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Melody day</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I&apos;m sat in this chair in my knickers and a hoody. I haven&apos;t showered or brushed my teeth for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel quite disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m waiting for Richard to turn up wth food and a film. All I have done today is sit here.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m only writing this because Richard was telling me about it the other day and said you could set it to private and such, and I haven&apos;t kept a diary for over a year I think, so I thought it would be a good idea to get back into it all plus it&apos;s good for me to keep writing and not get lazy if I am going to a great novelist someday. Besides I&apos;m better at typing it all up rather than writing it in a book or something, and this is much better than saving to it to my laptop which could break and lose everything as has happened in the past....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... I have a portfolio and two essays to do and I haven&apos;t even made a start, plus the portfolio and one of the essays is over a week late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m listening to Sonne by Rammstein at the moment. I haven&apos;t for ages, what a song ;) hehe. Also Melody day by Caribou which is beautiful. And a bit of the Velvet undeground... awesome!&lt;br /&gt;My music player keeps going onto Richard&apos;s lame Sonic youth/Weezer collection of music which is nestling in my varied selection - for example... The 1990&apos;s, As I lay dying, X-ray spex, Lisa Loeb (lol at that one)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I&apos;m trying to think of something interesting to write... but right now life is pretty calm yet worrying... which doesn&apos;t really make sense I suppose. What I mean is nothing much is happening, the sun is shining things are pretty nice really, but then there is the looming worry of not doing my work, not going home for almost a month now, not having a job or money, still not having sorted my bank account and those post-dated cheques. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I&apos;m actually SO excited about moving into the house. It&apos;s SOOO pretty. And my bedroom is downstairs in what techincally should be the livingroom so I have a FIREPLACE in my room which actually the most awesome thing ever as that is something I wanted in my head believe it or not, but kind of assumed wouldn&apos;t be possible. I hope they don&apos;t take it out :/ It does, however, mean the house is a tad on the small side, as what would be the dining room if my room was still the living room, is actually the living room now as it&apos;s next to the super small kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it&apos;s in a lovely place and just looks lovely. Lovely is the keyword of the house, with it&apos;s lovely little garden and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m super excited and rambling. I should probably go shower and put clothes on or something, it is almost 5 o&apos; clock in the evening, but as usual I&apos;m far too lazy and relaxed to do anything substantial. Did I spell that right(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am dying to carry on typing about nothing in particular but I probably should go shower and stuff. Boo. Besides not much has happened. I went out on Tuesday, it was Lauren&apos;s birthday. People got drunk and some people got a little hysterical and crazy &amp;not;_&amp;not; but yeah, I had my fill of sarcasm and taking the piss out of randomers on the way down to cockpit.&lt;/font&gt; Good times I suppose. &lt;font&gt;Everyone left early as usual. Sometimes I really miss having friends who actually stay out and have fun and go crazy and really drunk all night. I haven&apos;t properly done that all year.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know, going to uni and everything has not lived upto my expectations. I thought there would be friends and good times aplenty, but at the same time I was like &apos;I don&apos;t need too many new friends - I know loads of people in Leeds&apos;. But half of them turned out to be shit. And then it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;Saying that, half the people here are AWFUL. Chavs or horrible southern accents... I can&apos;t do with either and that&apos;s the majority of the people here so it sucks. The people on my course are pretty cool,&amp;nbsp; but everyone on it has kind of gone into their own little groups. I can&apos;t think of anyone I particularly want to be mates with on it anyway, I&apos;m chums with Katie and she&apos;s a nice girl so I don&apos;t mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I don&apos;t know, I don&apos;t really have the money to be sociable anyway.&lt;br /&gt;This summer I MUST make time to go get drunk with Rebecca. That will be soooo fun. I can&apos;t wait. Ciao.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 20:17:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Invisible people are reading it</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Ok so&amp;nbsp; I have just got this thing, and I thought I better&amp;nbsp;write something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I am on the crap computers in the 24-hour IT room at university, cos I stupidly forgot everything apart from my all important precious laptop. Luckily my sister is coming&amp;nbsp;round tomorrow and bringing it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly I am very bored, which has led me to type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, my mouth is like the sahara, it&apos;s so unbelievably dry and horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can see my future entries are going to be just as interesting and exciting as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell it&apos;s going to be a long night sweating away in this room as it&apos;s stupidly hot with all the computers and me thinking it would be a good idea to wear a polo neck jumper to keep warm in the two seconds I happen to be outside leaving my room to come here. There is someone who smells a bit a seat away from me too, it isn&apos;t pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start lectures again, I&apos;m kind of looking forward to it in that it will be good for me to get back into the routine, but I don&apos;t want to get bogged down with work :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll live. Anyway, I thought I would blabber on about nothing for a while to kill some time, and I guess this is going to be stuck as my first thing on lj haha!&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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