Oh god this is hard I'm so useless at pretending I am cool and not bothered by all this! His best friend's girlfriend, L, (the one who helped me organise J's leaving do) rang me the other night to tell me how stupid she thought he was, which was nice of her. She said she was going to tell him so too when he comes up to london tomorrow night for their friend's party.
God I wish I was going to that party.
(Obviously as J's girlfriend and not to hear what L has to say to him!)
I am so tired and stressed (work has been terrible this week, I have even polished up my CV and started to job hunt) that I have let my masters work slide which isn't a very clever idea I know. I got an extension on an essay deadline until today, but guess what I haven't actually even started it yet, let alone completed the baackground reading for it. Balls. What am I going to do?
On a slightly cheesy note I reverted back to my teeny-bopper days last night and ventured up to Birmingham to see the backstreet boys. They were bloody awesome! And it did make me feel a little emotional thinking that the first time I saw them live was nine years ago, aged just 16. How simple things all seemed then. Sigh.
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