Lucies little corner

Easily the most stressful 24 hours i’ve ever had. Mine and Joshs ‘problem’ (code word for something that could be the best thing ever, or could break our heart completely) seems to be getting more and more confusiong by the day. Spent the best part of yesterday chasing around and tieing up all the loose ends, costing me 20 quid in petrol and about 3 years of life due to stress. Then went to the hairdresser who looked positively sick at the sight of my stripey banded champagne coloured mop, said theres little i can do other than bleach bath the entire thing and cross my fingers.
So cross my fingers i did!
And it first came out entirely red, then orange, and then the same white blonde that i have been most of my life. She then weaved the top half with low lights (i say low, they are still nearly white) and said i have to leave it upto 6 weeks before i can then tone the whole thing down to a shade closer to my natural mucky blonde colour. So for now im my original bleach blonde. Think its pretty crazy that ive had white blonde, purpe, red, lilac, dark brown, light brown, wierd, blondeish-brownish-purplish, red, orange, yellow, and now bleach blonde hair all in the space of 10 weeks. I think my hair is really going to hate me. Im going to treat it to some £22 natural deep conditioner when i’ve got abit of dosh.
So i came home after a full day of running about and hair dyes and had to ring up every single person id talked to that day to explain what the other had said so that we had a definate situation, anyway things got messy, and are now in a possibly worse state than they were this time ysterday. This resulted in me going to bed at midnight and laying there all night, but i did watch mrs doubtfire and matilda, and feel suitably immature :-)
Talked to Josh for half an hour at 5am as he came off his shift and then came down and i’ve watched awful morning programmes uptil now. Exhaustion hasnt hit yet, but my cold and blocked nose is driving me insane.
Is going to be another very busy day today, so lets hope my body doesnt give up on my head before its actually time to go to bed.

Very clever words, by a very gorgeous woman about 40 years ago. Its exactly how i feel most days.
Todays been alot longer than i expected. Last nights ‘house party’ for unwanted 30 year old single mums from anywhere around where i live obviously went down a treat for all those who attended, given that the woman next door couldnt even look me in the eye when i wandered past her house today; Yes, YOU KEPT ME AWAKE ALL NIGHT, you, yes you.
My interview went well, which means ive now somehow got myself two jobs, when i’ve struggled to get one for the past 3 months. Wonderful. All in time for Josh to finally get off ship. So i spent two weeks pennyless and bored whilst he sails the seven seas, and i start work the day after he gets back. Timing can sometimes really be a complete cock. But its money, and right now i think we both need that more than ever.
I cant actually wait til hes back, boredom is NOT the word, little fun can be had when you have no money and you dont like anyone you live near. Cant wait for Geo to get back from Uni and the sun to come out, i miss last summer alot, im hoping this one will be even better. Given our circumstances at the minute, it stands to be 100% better but thats a secret for now. :D
Must go really, im off to watch dancing on ice with mother. Yes, that is what aldbrough does to you.

Given that this ‘diary’ is online, i figure it kind of defeats the object of it being a diary, i can hardly write my deepest darkest thoughts on a webpage that anyone in the world can read? Meh!
Home alone last night for only the second time in my life, sad to say that at the age of 19 i am still scared of things that go bump in the night. However, the numptys prank calling me all night and the party going on next door managed to keep me company and keep me AWAKE til around 4am. Thanks for that. Funny that the prank caller knew my house phone and my mobile? Wish you’d stop being a twat, i know who you are.
Woken up after an awful 4 hours sleep next to my two dogs, with a stonking headache and a completely bunged up nose. Going to look wonderful for the my interview in 2 hours.
Given that i’ve spent the last 3 months looking for a job, i find it rather annoying that in the space of a week i’ve managed to get two. All in the same time period as finding out my dissertation title and idea needs writing up, aswell as my 3000 word essay and two 2000 word case studies. Kill me now?

Better go, i need a bath and some strepsils.

What is the opposite of two?  A lonely me, a lonely you.  ~Richard Wilbur

I read this randomly on the net last night, makes at a lot of sense right now.

I read about this thing ages ago and never really bothered to do anything with it, probably best i don’t write how i feel at this second. As most of my friends will know im the queen of whinge at the minute.