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What a fucking brilliant day. No, I mean it. I'm extatic, really.

It all started when my bank decided to gang up on me with my University bookshop. Having found enough coppers round the house to pay for my bus fare *the driver wasn't impressed, I can tell you* I decided to go to the bank and get out £10. Not that big a deal, I can tell you. Well, when I got there, having been over £30 in credit on the Tuesday, I suddenly found myself £30 in the red. Not understanding this at all, I printed myself off a mini-statement. The last entry was on the 24th of December, for £62.99. I've not spent that much money in about a month, when I spent £81 on my Bunkers. I went into the bank and to the help desk. She told me that it was legit, and it had been spent at "University St Union" where I haven't bought anything for that much money (so I thought) so I left the bank not only shitting myself about suddenly having £30 less than I thought, but also about having to pay a £27 fine. I went to work, and called Matt, who I don't think was extremeley impressed at having me call him in tears, AGAIN, but I suddenly realised when the only time was I spent that much money at the Union. Back in September, when I bought a £45 set of books, and a £17.99 book, bringing up a grand total of £62.99. FUCKING HELL MAN, that was SEPTEMBER. Now I thought that having a debit card meant that the money comes straight out of the account, and not THREE FUCKING MONTHS LATER. So, it IS my fault, and I'm now gonna get fined loads. Not content with shitting myself as to how I'm gonna pay my mum and dad back the £300 I owe them, now I have to pay them for the two National Express tickets, AND find some way of entertaining Matt with no money.

It got worse. I've got a fucking great spot in the middle of my forehead, and mum says it might be a boil. Very attractive, don'cha think? Jane called me up today, after blowing me off yesterday, and asked me out t'pub. I said no to begin with, but she persuaded me, by saying she'd buy me all the drinks. So, I said yes to a couple of drinks. This ended up as a couple of drinks in the first pub, followed by a trip to the paradise lounge, where she met her ex. They proceeded to argue in front of me, with me desperately avoiding listening, and eye contact. People in the bar now think I'm PROPERLY weird. Then they started being nice, and ended up back like the couple they used to be. Me still being gooseberry. We finally left the pissing place at about 11:00, then we had to get a taxi.
Anyone that knows me half well knows that I HATE taxis. but again, Jane was paying, so I agreed. twenty minues later one arrived. Ok, so we got home ok, but I stink of fags, there's no chance of me getting to sleep before 5am, and I have to be at work for 9.

On top of it all, I'm having the MOTHER of all periods, and I can't even take any more paracetamol. I am not a fucking doormat, I keep telling myself that, but I am and I've proved it once again. goodnight

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I've been at work all day, I'm fecking knackered. I went to bed at 20 to 2 last night, to my dad shouting at me to get to bed, cos I had work at 9 this morning. I was waiting for Matt to come home form the pub. I get worried. Alternative people get bothered in Leeds a little, and it's always a concern of mine. Not that Matt isn't a big lad, and couldn't take care of himself, but he might be something to prove to a bunch of trendies. So, I went to bed in tears, over yesterday's money, and the fact that dad was shouting at me, again. I didn't get to sleep till at least 6am, and woke up at 7:20 to my alarm. I made some sandwiches, and got dad to drive me to work. He did lend me a tenner, which means that I can not do my hair how I want it. I've got something special planned for later tonight. so, I went to work, and there's not a fricking arm of clothes in that whole shop that didn't move today. I sure as hell earned my £4.10 an hour :(. I'm in tomorrow, from 12 till 3, although I rekon it'll more likeley be 'till 4. I cut myself on soo many shelves today, and this mother of all spots won't go away. It's looking really mingin atm. Bloody geet thing in the middle of my MoFo forehead. Oh well, could be worse... could be somewhere else ;)

So, tomorrow I'm off to the bank to hopefully sort out this mess I'm in. I do hope that I don't get charged money. That would REALLY suck. More than things are sucking at the moment. I'm going to tidy my room now