100th post!

It’s been a dusty day. I’ve been packing everything in my room up, and there is more dirt and grime in there than you could possibly imagine. I have also been attempting to carry more than 12 bags of trash outside, some of which are so unbelievably heavy. They were all left behind by FMN2, who never thought to make sure that the bags were actually light enough to carry. Silly girl. I still have a pile of them to deal with. My room looks like a complete mess, I still haven’t finished packing, and The Boy and I had a fight. What a pissy results day. On top of that, I also ended up practically babysitting S, who I bumped into after getting her results, and she had a compelling need to spend time with someone today, to the extent that she came with me and sat on my bed reading magazines whilst I packed my belongings into boxes. I practically had to kick her out this afternoon.

When I told my parents about my grade, I’m not sure that they were too happy. My brother graduated first in his year, so I think they were used to great things, but that just wasn’t going to come from me. Maybe I’m a little disappointing. I don’t think I’m disappointed though. Just tired, and pissed off with everything else. Thank god I am going on holiday on Sunday.

The thing with The Boy has affected me in a weird way. He was angry at me because I was apparently not listening to his work stress, and that “as usual he would sort it out himself”, and that I hadn’t taken his advice, and I just started giggling, because of course he will sort of his work stress himself, its not like I will rush in and sort it out, and because his advice was nothing that I hadn’t thought myself anyway, so I just thought he was being a drama queen. Apparently not. But he’s been taking his work stress out on me a lot recently, and its beginning to piss me off. Shouting at me because work is shit simply isn’t right and it isn’t fair. And that’s what I’m tired off.