Raging. Actually RAGING

Right. Theres a girl on our course who it would appear is not the full shilling, Lets call her "May" for the sake of discussion. And no its not me. She has fallen out with one of the other girls in our group. Now this happened 5 weeks ago. First I heard of it was today. So this tells us its either a) not a hot topic of conversation, or, b) I'm seriously out of the gossip loop. Either way I don't care but its relevant as it strengthens my position. Read on.

Now on Tuesday we are all in lecture except May and another group member (NN2). May and NN2 come in for part 2 of lecture.

I now get news today that May has alleged (yesterday) that we were all talking about her on Tuesday, and shes really upset, and paranoid and feels we are bullying her (This is me, NN1 and NN2). What the actual Fuck? 1. She was never mentioned on Tuesday. 2. She wasn't in lecture so how could she "personally" hear what we were supposedly talking about. 3. She was sitting 3 rows in front of us, so unless she's went and had bionic woman hearing fitted I don't see how she could hear. 4. How could NN2 be involved in this when they were actually away for coffe together before rejoining for second part of lecture?

Just to make it clear we were not talking about her in any way, shape or form. She was never mentioned, not even in passing. She has now unleashed the Fury. The Fury of Me. Bear in mind I text her to check she's no had a breakdown in the time off, get notes when she's off, and check on her if she's walked out a lecture to the toilet and has been gone for a length of time. We all do. Why? I wonder that myself now.

No fucking way am I getting accused of victimisation and harrassment, especially when I've not done anything. Am so angry am having to resist urge to pull her aside and tell her to get a grip. She is now studiously avoiding one of the other girls accused who has tried to phone her to see what the problem supposedly is and has dogged uni for 2 days. I'm steering well clear. I can actually ignore someone for 3 years.

I'm going to see my tutor tomorrow to get my side in. May has already been brought to the attention of the uni previously due to coping issues with personal life and course, so uni are onside. No way am I letting this spiral out of control/escalating to an official complaint if it hasn't already. The buck stops here.

And I mean it. She can go copulate vigourosly with herself with the raggedy end of a pineapple if she thinks I'm taking this.

See what happens? You try to be nice and it bites you in the arse. Fuck this. I'm going back to being the wierd anti-social goth who doesn't talk to anyone. Fuck this social shit.

Erskine. Where the feck is Erskine?

Seriously? Does anyone even read this anymore?

They have changed my placement. I now have to go to Erskine. Erskine Hospital. On public transport for 7 weeks. Outstanding planning there guys. Moan moan moan moan.

Its going to take me at least a hour travelling on the bus, assuming that I dont miss any of the 2 connecting buses or that none of them are running late, and then I have the 15- 20 minute walk from the bus stop to look forward to.

Fuck this I'm car-jacking some poor bastard and making them drive me. Polis might get a bit suspicous after 35 days though. All 35 car jackings going to Erskine hospital. I might need to think this through again.

In other news we (me and a couple of lassies from uni) went to the wee fortune teller wummin' today in the Paisley centre. Apparently I am getting married soon! I pointed out I was already married. Apparently we are just renewing our vows... or something. This was after much discussion, am I scared he's going to leave me? "What him? Leave me? AHAHAHAHAHA!", okay then, are we not long married? "Define 'long'"... All she was missing was a rod and pole there was that miuch fishing going on.

And I'm having not one but 2 babies. First ones a boy. Other unknown. One in the next 2.5 years, but I have to get my studying finished first. When I pointed out that this was a 3 year course, apparently thats fine as I would just be getting pregnant in the next 2.5 years leaving me time to finish the course and have baby! I admit at this point I was ashamed of doubting the mighty Petrona and her mystical time management skills.

Apparently (I have also turned into my sister due to over-use of the word apparently it would seem) I am also moving house (time frame unmentioned), I am not going to win any money, I'll always have to graft (ah well), I worry about my mum (who doesn't worry about my mum?) and me and Paul are going to be together til we die. Yay.

OMG! I can die happy

I bought a set of these today, HOW CUTE ARE THEY?

I mean seriously - LOOK AT THEM!

They are salt and pepper shakers, and they are CUDDLING. CUDDLING SALT and PEPPER.

Never mind "Hannah's Gift", see if you don't go "awww" or even "eeeee!!" then you have no soul.

This week

has so far been uneventful. Putting last weeks kipper escapade behind us, Paul and I had a quiet Sunday. I rattled about the house bored again on Monday, Redecorated mums bathroom on Tuesday. There was plastering of the ceiling involved, so I need to go back up again at some point, plaster the last wee bit and sand out the tramlines, and then paint the ceiling. Wee brother decorated it for a her a couple of eeks back. Now my mum is a purist and likes white bathrooms. Just white. She'll throw it out a wee bit and go for some coloured lino but thats as far as she'll cross the adventure line.

Wee bro painted it beige. I say beige think more tan. Tan emulsion. Everywhere, the walls, the ceiling, the doors, all the woodwork and he not only painted it tan/shitey colour he did it badly. There was paint all over the floor, the window, the toilet seat, and it was streaky. No second coat because he ran out of paint.

So after repainting the walls white, plastering the ceiling, painting all the woodwork, I then had to get down on my hands and knees and start chipping the paint off the lino, Bit by bit. With a brillo pad and a damp cloth. Fucking painful. Wee bro comes home and does his nut because he a) did a good job in the bathroom and b) he as going to replace the lino with red stuff. Red lino, in a tan bathroom. Oh. Oh dear.

After a brief argument which ended in my threatening to wallop him with mums wooden spatula if he didn't tidy his room, he ate all my ice cream nougats and declared that I'm an arsehole.

That may well be, but at least I'm an arsehole who can paint.

Out for lunch today, dunno what I'm doing tomorrow and hopefully Rock Band comes on Friday so will be able to drum on drumpads instead of air drumming. My cymbals and my base need work on their timing according to Paul.

My kitchen reeks of fishy

Its potentially my own fault. Approaching end of argument with Paul, during which I was making kipper on toast for breakfast. He bangs his fork on his plate. I have a sore head, I've had a migraine since Friday morning.

My response? I launched my plate of toasty kipper goodness across the kitchen.

Now my kitchen smells of fish. I however smell of mango body butter. So I don't really care.

Arsehole.

In other news... Thats been it really. Think I'll make a chocolate cake as an unofficial apology. He can have a bit if he admits he was wrong. If not, he can probably have a bit anyway, but I hope it gives him the runs.

Hello? Is it me you're looking for?

Aside from the Lionel Ritchie song I have stuck in my head, there has been one other adventure today.

Basically mum, sister and me off to Ikea today. Mum says she'll be around at 11. Turns up at 9. Okay. I say that I'll have to still get showered and walk dog. Mum says go for shower, and sister can walk dog, time management and all that jazz.

Get showered and dressed. Wait for sis. Wait. 40 minutes go by. This was only supposed to be a quick walk. Wee sis gets bag exhausted with an exhausted looking dog.

Turns out that whilst dog was off the leash in the enclosed park, wee sis was bending down to pick up dog poo, and dog ran away towards main road. Wee sis sprints after her thinking she's going to get run down. Instead dog hops on number 9 bus and driver closes doors and drives away.

Wee sis runs at bus frantically waving arms, bus driver refuses to stop bus as thinks is just trying to hop on late.

Wee sis has to chase bus for 1 stop and a set of traffic lights, where it stops and shout to driver. Driver opens doors. Wee sis explainsdog on bus. "Is there?" says he. Wee sis goes towards dog (who has decided to take a seat at the back looking out the window) who decides that this is a great game and tries to do runner OFF the bus.

Wee soul catches the dog and has to walk home with a very happy dog.

The worst bit is I had jokingly said on the way out "Theres a tenner in it for you if you lose her" Whoops.

Boop boop de boop

tum tee tum.

This is going to set the tone for the next 4 weeks. Why I hear you ask? Well folks thats because I'm off uni for 4 weeks. With nothing planned.

Have a few craft projects lined up to try and keep busy, but thats pretty much it.