Have you ever read something you wrote and have just thought; "What on earth was I thinking?" Well, that just happened to me re-reading my last post on here. Granted, I knew exactly what I was feeling (I was having a woe-is-me day. I hate those things but I guess you can't change the way you feel...and I think writing about things to get them out of your system is better than kicking puppies or getting drunk all the time) so I'm not too disgusted at myself. But jeez, I /whine/.
Ok, so I'm going to mope tomorrow. Will can't make 'Wicked' (re: he can't be bothered to go and has thusly fobbed me off with an excuse after I spent over £80) and I just...can't be bothered to care. Is that a bad thing? To get to the stage where you can't even bring yourself to care when someone lets you down that badly? Ah well. I don't care. It's happened. These things happen to me, it's kinda one of my things. However...it has given me the excuse to do other things tomorrow (to be determined) and not be completely and utterly exhausted when I go to Kelmarsh for the weekend the next day. Apparently there's going to be an impromptu Hen Party on the Saturday. (I have noooo idea as to what to expect. My first invite to a Hen Party is going to be with Re-Enactors. I can safely say it's going to at least be eventful. 0_o )
I pyrographed my home-made personal crest yesterday and today, and used pencil crayons to give it a bit of colour. I'm hoping to go over it again to clean it up a bit (Sandpaper et cetera) and then give it a coat of varnish to seal it. Fingers crossed for that one. I've not done any proper writing just recently. I've had ideas in my head but thanks to a certain friend of mine I'm once again addicted to Grey's Anatomy.
