My mother dearest is off to a "yoga weekend" this weekend..it's like this spa thing with all vegetarian food and she'll b doing like a hundred sessions of yoga over a two day period.
My mother worries about me a hell of a lot, so she asked me to stick around randalstown this week so she wouldn't have to be worried about me getting raped or whatever..But i'm pretty sure randalstown has like thee most PERVY men ever, like more than Belfast, which is my hometown and where I would have been hanging out today..For instance, There's this old dude. He does my HEAD in. And when see him about the town he makes all these wierd sexual jokes. i'm like NO REALLY LIKE IM 15. And i really push it, he doesn't seem to get the message. it's like...YEAH IM STUDYING IN ST. BENEDICTS....YOU KNOW THAT SCHOOL THAT ONLY GOES UP TO YEAR 12? you fucking knob, but still..then sometimes he'll sniff the air like a dog and go "ayye thats a lovely smell there, heeeyyy, lookin fit tha night gurl, lookin fit" (in a country accent obviously)..i've put up with it, but once he was laughing at something he said and i was lyk "no seriously. stop fucking laughing. It's really not funny"
HE'S LIKE 60 WAT THE HELL
lmao. What a fucking loser. like sort your life out.
So yeah, I sacrificed belfast so now i'm sitting here thinking what the fuck to do
Trust my family to move from a big town to like practically a village in the shithole of nowhere
Like honestly. Randalstown consists of...hairdressers, like a million pubs, grocery stores and chippys. Oh and there's a bridal shop, a photographers, a cake shop and "the tackle box" ...LMAO fishing stuff.....wdf....
And most of the kids round here are full on chavs, which i'm cool with because i have mates that lean that way, it's just these aren't the sort of chavs you wanna chill with bar one or two..
So i don't have many mates up here. Ciara lives up the road like, but its like a big fuck-off road with no path so we don't have that kind of "meet me in two minutes" relationship like we did in Belfast where she lived 3 doors away..
And it really sucks badly, i'm missing ciara loads these days. We seem to be growing apart, which i don't really get. Like we hung about yesterday while she was waiting for her dad to pick her up, and we came up to my wee shitty house and i filled her in on all that's happening with my life and she was telling me that she had missed the bus in antrim (5 minutes away) and that the guy got her a private bus and the guy went this wierd route and she thought he was gonna pull over and kill her or something Lmao..she's a legend...so we got into the house then my mum fucking talked to her for like ages about yoga or something and as soon as we got into conversation again, her dad rang and she had to walk to the end of the road to meet him so i walked with her even though it was raining and shit.
I think it might be something to do with that night we got drunk.
Our parents were sort of oblivious to the fact we were experimenting with drink and one night we just thought "fuck it lets get pissed" and we ended up like paraletic with my gay best friend james haha so yeah...she sort of noticed when we rolled into the house with bloodshot eyes and staggering about the place Lmao
We both got grounded for like the first 2 weeks of summer..and now i think our parentals might just be wary of letting us hang out since we fully lied to them
or maybe we're just growing up..who knows...
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