About 4.30am last night (or, this morning) I remembered something she did for me about two years ago which I have to write down incase I forget it again. Whilst waiting for the taxi to take us to the train station for one of those awful goodbyes, she disappeared upstairs for twenty minutes and banned me from going in my room until I got back. She had put about thirty coloured in and cut-out paw prints up my wall and across my ceiling, stopping above my bed, where she then put glow in the dark letters spelling out I LOVE YOU. Stupidest, silliest, dearest thing anyone had ever done for me. I can't believe I had forgot. All those paw prints and the letters are jumbled amongst all the stuff on the wardrobe I haven't been through yet. Glad I've remembered they're there before I found them. I must do it all this week as I'm planning to go to my parents' at the weekend and want to take it back with me to hide there.
I saw Blood Diamond on friday night. Despite his dubious accent, Leo is hot. Hot hot hot. Oh, and it's a very harrowing film too. But ooh, he's lovely.
I watched The Day After Tomorrow last night. This was purely for its important ecological message. Not Jake Gyllenhaal. Ooh and he presented a Bafta and looked fiiiiiine.
What the hell's the matter with me? Ah, the fluidity of sexuality. I think I like boys when I'm pissed off with a girl, any girl. Like all my flatmates. None of them seem very familiar with the concept of cleaning lately. Never mind, sapped will do it, let's buy her a creme egg to say thanks for mopping again. Missing the point slightly folks.
I've applied for a job in Manchester. It starts in September, a graduate trainee thing. I'm slightly concerned as I emailed the application back but I'm not entirely sure it was the correct address, given that I chose it at random off the HR page. I also asked them to confirm they had been able to open it properly and I've had no reply. Oh well. New life in Manchester over before it had even begun. I don't really want to move there, but I don't really want to live here, and I have to live somewhere. I don't want to live with two poofs, I bet they hog the bathroom. Plus I'm very concerned about the logistics of moving three goldfish half way across the country. They would get very distressed.
I've just been told I'm a genius for managing to print off a sheet of labels with the address centred in each one. I really, really need a new job.
