dunno what to title this

so….

Things are so strange between me and Jordan. Are we together right now? Erm…I have no idea. We had a massive bust up over the weekend. Decided to take a break. I wont go through the partiulars of the argument now. No point dragging through it again – just get myself angry. He said somethings that really hurt me and apparently he didn’t mean. He does have a habit of saying things when he’s angry but…this time maybe there was some truth in it. Maybe he needs to stop apologising for giving me some truths about myself. Yeah, some of the things he said hurt. As in, really hurt. But…maybe a couple of them I needed to hear.

Anyway, we’ve organised a kind of date for tomorrow to…calm things down. See if we’re going to stay together and the like. I know we’ll have a nice day. And I’m nt staying over in London so we wont argue (we pretty much only argue at night *shrugs*) and plus we’ll be walking about the Science museum so we’ll be too busy being geeks to care. But…at least we’ll have a little chance to…talk.

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Last night. Drunk. Very drunk.

Laura’s James is visiting. I have to be nice. I don’t like him but he’s coming to uni here next year so will be around our house a lot and so I’ve promised to try and get to know him. And actually, for some reason, me and James spoke a lot last night when those 2 me and Nikki went out for drinks. He’s…not that bad. I still don’t like him and still think Laura can do far better but maybe I can tolerate him more than I thought I could. Maybe. I’ll try anyway.

Made a new friend last night. Adam. He’s a rugby player from Bath. He’s going home tomorrow (doesn’t go to this uni – visiting a friend…called…erm…not Sarah…erm…Tasha? hah). Invited me and Nikki out tonight but don’t think that’s a good idea. Didn’t go to bed until half 8. Jordan woke me up ringing at 12.30. Is now 15.34 and I still haven’t got the effort to get anything to eat.

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do you know what? I just glanced over this entry. Fuck I’m SUCH a teenage girl right now. I mean…my diary has become so…omg jordan and i did this and then i did this and then this happened and omg like SO…blah. I’m sick of this diary. Wish I could write about real things again.