Friday 26th There was an inset day at school today so all the pupils got the day off so Lizzie, Sarah, Cat, Maeve Ackerley and I went to the Trafford Centre. We split up in the end and Lizzie and I just wondered round. It was quite a good day. We had a good laugh at the singing Xmas tree with eyes that went in opposite directions and blinked at different times (it looked bladdered!) and went round shops sniffing perfume and stuff and just basically messing about.
Afterwards, we went back to Sarah’s house, chatted and messed with our mobiles. Brett phoned to speak to Lizzie and said that “Leon doesn’t want to go out with Becki, might not go out with Tess and fancies Jodie.” Jodie’s apparently this 13 year old big, beefy girl from swimming – gee that makes me feel so much better!!
Later on, I got a phone call from Brett saying something about Reevesy but I was getting ready to leave Sarah’s and couldn’t talk. Then I got a call from Reevesy. The conversation went a bit like this:
Reevesy: Hi, it’s Reeves.
Me: Yeah I know. What?
R: What do you mean “what”?
Me: What do you want?
R: I think you know.
Me: No I don’t.
R: Will you go out with me?
R: Oh, okay then.
Me: That’d be a popular one with Zoe! (sarcastic)
R: I don’t care.
Me: Well I do.
R: Okay then.
The conversation pretty much ended there. Maybe I was a bit mean but I did tell him I wasn’t interested the other night and I’m pissed off about Leon.
I’ve just sent Brett a message saying, “WHY THE HELL DID REEVES JUST ASK ME OUT?? HOW LONG’S HE BEEN PLANNING TO DO THAT? TELL HIM 2 JUST GO BACK OUT WITH ZOE. SHE LIKES HIM.”
Brett sent me one back saying, “REEVES SAID HE FINISHED ZOE BECAUSE HE LIKES U. HE SAID HE WILL TRY U AT MY PARTY, CHEEKY FUCKIN TWAT.” Well said, Brett!
I sent another to him saying, “HE’S GOT NO CHANCE! HE’S PUT ME IN A REALLY DIFFICULT SITUATION WITH ZOE + HE KNOWS IT. PRICK! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED 2 SAY 2 HER NOW? I’M SICK OF LADS. WELL, SOME OF ‘EM!”
I’ve not had any more messages since that one.
Ah, the ebbs and flows of teendom. At one point laughing at the simple pleasures of a singing Christmas tree, and the next handling the eternal pain of ‘lads’. How did we survive??
And thanks for reminding me about the word ‘bladdered’. I haven’t used that since at least 2003.
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I hadn’t used it for years either until last week when I was telling a Greek friend a long list of words we have here just for the pastime being pissed… bladdered, steaming, battered, wasted, slaughtered, shitfaced, hammered, wankered, plastered, leathered etc… most of which will probably appear in these posts sooner or later.