Can I just say… today is the first time I’ve been able to get a GIF to work on my flog. So… someone, GIF me a high-five!
No? Moving on.
Enrollment day went well. Found the bus, got off at the right stop, didn’t accidentally join a gang. Bit of a waste, really, because the long long corridors at the college would be PERFECT for menacing, West-Side-Story-style click-walking.
not what actual gangs are like
My greatest fear was that my classmates would be all like
unfriendly, 15 years old, and orange
but they weren’t. They WERE younger than me but not by fifteen years. They WERE a little orange (some of them) but that’s alright with me.
They were also all friendly, and everyone was a little nervous and unsure of what to expect, so it was fine. There was lots of green/blue/pink/purple/silver hair and LOTS of facial piercings (so I shan’t be getting my lip pierced now, partly because it would make me the same as everyone else but mostly because I am pretty sure my mother would march right over here – yes, from Australia – and tear it out of my face if I did. Yes, I am thirty years old, contemplating a facial piercing and not going ahead because my parents would kill me. Shut up.)
So that’s enrollment all done, and classes begin on Tuesday. The rest of this week was spent re-acquainting myself with my CV and exploring my local area. I’ve applied for a couple of jobs but I’m having a bit of an identity crisis. I was the boss-lady up in Oban for the last five years so the idea of NOT having any responsibility kind of appeals, yet I also want to earn more than the minimum wage. What to do?
First things first, I should really sort my chipped black nail polish out.
May as well have “I’m not getting the job, am I?” tattooed on my neck.
Today’s tune deviates once again from the metal of glam and hair. Because I am multi-faceted, with layers. Like an onion. A lot like an onion actually. Delicious, but no one will have me in case they have to kiss their girlfriend later. Boom boom! Just kidding. ANYWAY.
I’ve been making the most of the kitchen in my new flat which has not one but TWO dance areas. Brilliant. My housemates couldn’t be lovelier either. Lucky me. So let’s party – hit play and dance around, fools. Yes, I know it’s annoying ad-music, but live a little won’t you. It’s fun.
Happy Friday, lovers – I’m off to whoop it up with Loz who’s coming for a visit from Oban tonight. We’re going to scare the panties off Glasgow.
Xx
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