Thursday 23rd I went to the Trafford Centre today with Lizzie, Cat and an Australian girl called Sarah who’s staying with people who live near Cat. It was an alright day but I didn’t buy much.
This evening I went out to the The Smithy pub with Lizzie, Gethin, Big Paul and Stuart Hobbs. It was fine until I somehow got onto the subject of Grandma and I told Gethin about the fire she’d had. He laughed. He bloody well laughed. Well, to me and I’m sure most other people, it is just not funny but Lizzie joined in laughing too. I was telling them not to but they just wouldn’t stop.
We got bored in the pub so Big Paul just drove us round. It was fine for a while and I was back in a good mood until Gethin swapped places with Stuart and sat in the back. He was constantly calling me a bitch and stuff and, although he was saying it jokingly, it was beginning to annoy me.
Rather than yell at him (there was no real reason to do so other than the one I have just mentioned about calling me a bitch and, if I had have shouted, the others may have thought it was petty) I decided just to annoy him back so I started making him paranoid by asking Lizzie if she’d “told him” and then mouthing “Amir” at her. It worked but also annoyed Lizzie a bit which I didn’t want to do really.
When Lizzie’d gone and Big Paul dropped me off Gethin wouldn’t let go of my wrists coz I’d been getting a nerve between his bicep and tricep which hurt and Big Paul got annoyed with me coz I wouldn’t get out of the car. What he didn’t realise was that I couldn’t get out. Bloody Gethin’s fault again! Grrr!!
Gethin did actually compliment me at one point so I forgave him for a while but that only lasted a few minutes. He said I reminded him of Pamela Rhodes and Keely Wade when I got out of the car for a bit. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing but the other lads assured me that it definitely was. Gethin also said that I was “looking rather pretty tonight”. Don’t know where that came from. Maybe he realised he’d pissed me off.
Lizzie told me the other day that Hayley’d met [snogged] Big Paul at the party but now I’ve been told by Big Paul that he doesn’t think he did. Hmmm… interesting!
Friday 24th (Christmas Eve!)
Boring day. All my presents are under the Xmas tree and I’ve been wanting to open them but can’t. There are some very odd shapes amongst them. The dog opened one of mine so I know that Karen bought me a bright pink stress-reliever keyring. I’m not bothered coz I got her a pretty crap present too!
Just got a message from Rhian. She says she’s bored and freezing in the Orkneys and on the brink of cracking up. Nothing different there then, except her location”
I miss being in Scotland for Xmas. I know Mum wants to spend it with her side of the family this year and I don’t mind that but I still love being up there so much. Maybe next year.