cough up

oh dear. tony and danny got a little over-excited and ended up breaking jack’s bedroom window! £200 to replace. whoops. tony’s not happy as he’s the one who pushed danny so he’ll be the one who’ll have to cough up. let’s hope the insurance will cover it. tony seems at the verge of being distraught, but i’m not sure why. i kept telling him that chances are he won’t have to pay, but he keeps saying over and over ‘it’s not the money, the money doesn’t matter all.’ which leads me to believe that he’s not distraught, just deranged. i hope he cheers up. i wouldn’t think something like this would effect him to such an extent! i think it’s guilt that poor jack is freezing his socks off while he’s waiting to get the window boarded up. but if the house blew up i doubt jack would bat an eyelid.

i had one of my organisational tutorials today. it was one of those group meet ups outside of lessons and because of my place on the register (i was at the top of the third group) i was made leader. groo. so there i was last wednesday, the morning after going to toffs, desperately trying not to be sick and at the same time trying to organise a meeting. well, the meeting was today, and it was very good because we decided there ought to not be anymore meetings once we’d finally carved up all the work. i had to sort out this bloke (oo er) who wasn’t there in the first week called james, and it turns out louise (a girl i know in the group) fancies the pants off him. she’s also supremely jealous that him and i are doing a presentation together in a few weeks. i can’t even remember what he looks like! he seemed nice enough, but he asked me three times if it was just us two working together, which i thought was very strange. i was trying to be all breezy, decisive and assertive but my inner monologue had a constant loop of ‘you just know everyone is looking at that ginormous spot that you have on your cheek.’

i finally came on the blob today after god knows how many weeks of taking my pill. so i really ought to be curled up watching telly with a big mug of hot chocolate rather than sitting in here typing. but i feel alright. i dashed to costcutter this afternoon to get some always and prayed to the god above that joseph, the creepy guy i’ve known since i was about 10 wouldn’t be working there. he’s fancied me on and off and on and off since about that age in a scary stalker-ish type fashion, so the last thing i want is him knowing the intimate details of my menstrual cycle. urgh. luckily, it was one of the nice girls working at the till and it was sweet how she hurridly thrust the towels into a plastic bag like it was a package of crack cocaine.

still, i’ve got it dead easy, there was a time in my shop back home where you had to ask for them as they were behind the counter. so i had to watch my poor mum (who is very shy) whisper ‘… and some sanitary towels please’ and then go beetroot red as the loud surly girl working there bellowed ‘which ones? you mean the bodyform daytime or the always night time?’