That Ginger Guy

I really need to get back on to my bike and ride to my collage plenty throughout this week as it only a couple of weeks until I have enrolled in collage and handed 92 quid of cash over to them. I also want to get out of the house and do something. This could be something that I could do and it doesn’t cost me a penny.

Its getting really boring for me not having any mates nearby my house or not having Laura about now. Living with my parents is depressing sometimes when you haven’t met with your mates for weeks, I would of gone to Stoke if it wasn’t with results day, drop in days  and enrolment day clashing with that idea. Why do I have to live in a street that is filled with old granny’s and young families?

I just have to appect that most my school pals are bastards for not keeping in touch with me throughout the weeks of time off. I would appreciate them not keeping in contact if they didn’t have my mobile number or if they didn’t have me added on social networking sites but most of them have me on both. I could of had some good times hanging about and going places but they chosen to ignore me completely, just because there in Didcot and I’m in Abingdon. Its not like there isn’t a bus idiots or that my Dad isn’t on sick leave for weeks.

Mewh - I know that I have met people that I get along with in collage so I’m not that pissed off but its just sad as it would of been fun and would of improved my time off in a great deal. Oh well..

I’m sorry that I’m posting the day after it happened yet again but here I go. Yesterday something which I was dreading throughout my childhood happened, my mum had a massive argument with my dad then drove off only to return to get changed into her work uniform.

I suppose I had it lucky as a child as some people I know have parents that have divorced or something like their Dad dying though their childhood and I didn’t even have my parents arguing till last night. I knew something wasn’t right about my parent relationship though, I never seen them hugging much, holding hands or even gross.. kissing! This is what I lead to believe of what parents should be doing in movies such as Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging.

I was kind of fazed this morning as when I went downstairs, I thought that my parents would still be fallen out with each other but they was perfectly happy eating breakfast. Maybe its down to my mum night shift and my dad having a snooze. Yeah, I happy for it to be that way but I didn’t quite recover from feeling poop last night, so I was frustrated that it was just being ignored completely.

I’m feeling fine now, I’m just bored as I’m normally am. I can’t wait until I can move out of this place but I feel that my mum never wants to let me go. I also feel that she would go completely bonkers if I left her alone with my dad.

Oh wait, I forgot to mention that I went to Waitroses and Tescos looking for a job but they didn’t have anything suitable for me. I need temporary but everything temporary been taken up at June. I couldn’t of got a job in June as I went on holiday then.. Where is the free newspaper?

photo credit: themaxsons