Is it an indisputable fact that men and women can never truly be friends? I've had so many experiences where I'll genuinely believe I'm friends with someone only to realise that as soon as I'm "off the market" the situation changes. Is it men being predictable and one-dimensional or is it women being naive and greedy, re-positioning the boundaries into unnatural lines and feigning ignorance? At existentionalists would argue - it isn't the world that is absurd, it's mankind's insistence on enforcing rationality upon an entirely erratic existance.
Lower your expectations?
I've been thinking about everything I got up to last year and trying to convince myself that I wouldn't do it again.
I would.
It was fun.
Maybe irresponsible.
Shopping with mein mutti tomorrow, An exhibition and vintage fair in London on tuesday, drinks with an old friend on Thursday and another day in London seeing Uni friends on Friday, with possibly more drinks at Jagz in the evening before a weekend in Exeter seeing my favourite boy, (who I can honestly say truly is a friend - I hope he never proves me wrong).
My interview on friday was a success, I was offered the Legal Assistant's job in Kingston out of 65 other interviewees. But I'm probably going to turn down the job. I wish my dad's opinion didn't have such an effect on me, it's not like I ever listen to anyone else.
I adore this dress. If you has asked me yesterday what my ideal dress would include I would quite honestly have said "a peter pan collar, sequins, a mod style body and three-quater length sleeves" - pornographic. I would love to wear this with over-the-knee socks and my french beret, maybe a little clutch bag, but I nearly cried when I looked on net-a-porter and found that all the smalls had gone! I quite seriously would have paid the £200andsomething for it, if this isn't a good enough reason for an overdraft I have no idea what is and for a dress that you know you will wear until it literally falls apart in shreds, £200andsomething is nothing.
On a similar note, I FINALLY received these two dresses from trashyvintage and I'm thrilled with both, although the floral babydoll could do with rehemming. Worth the two month wait. My mum and I are going to go and buy some dress patterns tomorrow, apparently because whenever I'm at home (see snow days - urgh) I can't sit still and I think it's annoying her a bit and making her anxious. I know that now the snow has gone I'll have barely any time for it but even if making one dress takes me like a month it will be worth it. I can put peter pan collars on as many things as I like! Added to that, as soon as I get my hair done next week I'll be able to start swimming again and so that's even less free time...
I can't stop biting my bottom lip at the moment, I'm literally making it bleed about three times a day (sorry)
It feels abnormal to turn down a job in the current economic climate, particularly one which would enable me to move into my own apartment.
Apartment is a much nicer word than flat.
Must buy more sobranies in Exeter and use my credit note in Cult.
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