So. Tomorrow is my careers appointment. The CV is printed and ready to be scrutinised. I don't think there's anything wrong with it but the website says I should take it. I don't really know what to expect from it. I hope it will be worthwhile and I will come out of the meeting all fired up and ready to start on whatever the plan turns out to be. I live in hope.
Also tomorrow I'm getting my hair done. Blonder please, no more roots. I let my BF's sister, who is a hairdresser, dye my hair brown last year. It was fun for a while, but when I decided to go back to blonde it was a lot harder than I expected it to be. I didn't realise that you can't just shove a colour on top and it will make everything better. Apparently it doesn't work like that. So it has taken forever to get it back to 'normal'. I need more blonde! Going out with the girlies on Saturday so do not want bad hair.
Speaking of going out, I think I'm becoming increasingly picky about where I want go and how often. I spent two and a half hours last Saturday night on the phone to the GBF instead of going out. The BF went along to the pub to meet his sister and some friends, and I had a nice long uninterrupted chat. Then at about midnight I decided to have a bath. It was lovely, so quiet and relaxing. Sometimes it's so much nicer to stay in. I know I've said this before but it's true. I have three big nights out coming up and I'm trying to be enthusiatic about it all. Maybe it's because I don't go out as often, but I tend to find myself getting annoyed with drunk people these days. Why do people insist on getting so completely hammered that they no longer have control of their basic motor functions? Arms and legs flailing everywhere, drinks flying in all directions, elbows in the face from over-exuberent 'dance moves'. Not to mention the sweaty beer-swilling idiots who seem to think that they can butt into your evening by trying to dance with you. The local bars and clubs seem to be rife with perverts and people who can't handle their drink. I probably sound like a right Moaning Minnie! Ah well, maybe by Saturday I'll be in a better mood about it all... It's not like I don't want to go, I just wish people wouldn't get so pissed and act like total dicks.
Right. Rant over. I have to go and make sausage pasta. Laters.
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