Triumphs 3 - Disasters 1

FYI, Cardiff said yes.

So I’m definitely going.

Going to have to say goodbye to the Boy. Unless he does something drastic. But that’s entirely up to me and partly up to him. I’m not going to say anything, I’ll just drop the bomb cos there’s no point in trying to whine about something that not gonna change.

What else…

Ah yes. I bought the Everlast shoes I wanted. In beige. OK, the colour is kinda crap and the right shoe is giving me blisters but that’s all to do with my eerily deformed feet and nothing to do with those gorgeous shoes. I wish I had them in green tho. But alas. I couldn’t wait. No more sizes.

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I’ve been stressing lately cos after I found out that Cardiff accepted me, I told parents and they gave me a lecture-life lesson in finances and expenses and working hard and expectations and effort and study tips. Basically the whole shebang. Not that I don’t appreciate what they have to go thru, but I now feel like not going because I feel like a useless parasite. Like a lowly tapeworm. No. Make that “like a tapeworm of a tapeworm.”

Really wasn’t in the mood at all that day. Monday by the way.

Then I called Boy up that night and whined about it. He was slightly helpful. Well, more help than a brick wall but that’s good enough. I reckon I should have called up one of my girlfriends, but it wasn’t that kind of talk. Go figure – I go to him for reassurance and I get “Normal lah.” I just keep asking for it, don’t I? When will I learn… *grins*

And surprisingly, yesterday with the Boy wasn’t bad. Helped him do his assignment somewhat which I don’t really mind. Well, as long as he’s around, I don’t feel annoyed. As long as he’s around or I’m keeping busy. Keep those nasty destructive thoughts at bay.

Went for a nice dinner in Bangsar Villiage (!) at Fish & Co. Yeah, the (!) is cos he rarely ever takes me out on account of a flat wallet. I can’t complain. A treat is a treat. Wish his wallet wasn’t so flat tho. But, it does save me the trouble of having to worry about what he's up to all the time. I think: “I wonder what he’s doing/where he is/who he’s with?” and then I think: “Can’t be anything to worry about, he’s broke.” There is fun to be had without money, but that’s nothing to worry about either. Hah, he whines enough for me to not have to worry. It’s only if he stops whining, then I should be suspicious.

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BBQ at Lea’s tmr and if he can get his assignment done by then, I’m dragging him along. Or maybe not. Still… I need a ride there.

Ponderific.