Is it just me or does everyone seem to go into a huge frenzy when it snows. Yeah, I understand, it’s dangerous and is more like ice than snow, but come on. Personally, I am more worried about the cold. No matter what I wear and how much someone whinges that I’m not wearing enough layers, I am always freezing my balls off. And yeah, that is quite the achievement considering that I’m female. Perfect example for this is when i waited 45 minutes for a bus that wouldn’t even take me the full journey home. I even bought a pair of £70 boots as my £20 flats aren’t really ‘winter footwear’. But my feet were just as cold and my dad still complained. Next time when I buy a pair of boots, at least I know to buy some woolly socks. The pain feels like I am being stabbed in the toes.
Every conversation, whether I over hear it on the bus or in my living room, it’s always how bad the weather is. Er, reality check, it’s fucking winter. It’s like going on holiday purposely for the sun and complaining its too hot.
To add to this glorious weather, there has been a bit of a problem at home. Our central heating has broke. Yeah, and it has given something else for my mother to moan about. I swear she loves a good cry about something more than she loves me.
So as college has or has not been closed, I have spent my time at home. Watching films and sleeping till 1pm to pass a few hours.
Love the new layout, it’s really cool. You should keep up with this blog it gives me something to do and laugh at when i’m bored out of my head. I am really considering writing one…i want to keep it like a diary more than anything, not as personal thought ha. Good work luver!