June Entries

Today's date:28th June, 1998
Hair Day: Good hair day
Mood: dazed and confused
Was getting ready to go out, and asked Melvin (housemate) "Do I look Silly?"
"Why change the habit of a lifetime?" he said.

Today's date:25th June, 1998
Hair Day: needs a wash
Mood: not yet awake
Remind me never to wear this shirt again. Was walking to college, when I realised that the buttons on this shirt had come open, and I was showing all the people of Scarborough my bra. Sure they didn't deserve it. Was highly embarrassed. Blamed the wind, and swore at it loudly. Strange looks from people. Was even more embarrassed. B****rd shirt.
Self Esteem? What's that?

Today's date:24th June, 1998
Hair Day:Good hair day
Mood: O.K.
Walked past a building site today, only to have all the builders whistle at me, and yell stuff. I though this was actually properly not allowed any more, so I was about to ask them what they thought they were doing, with a cross expression on my face, when they started yelling "Geri", "Geri Spice" at me. I couldn't help but smile to myself, and carried on walking.
Self Esteem? you bet.

Today's date:22nd June, 1998
Hair Day: Hair-can't decide-what-it-wants-to-be-day
Mood: weird
I did see the man of my dreams. Well, not exactly, but there was a totally gorgeous man in the paper shop when I was trying to inconspiciously buy a paper looking like a total scruff. What to do? Melt into the background, or Wear the Scruff with pride? In the end, decided I couldn't be arsed with men, bought the paper and went home. Felt it was a victory for scruffy girls the world over. Maybe.

Today's date:19th June, 1998
Hair Day: Really bad Hair Day
Mood: Not bad.Feel better for some sleep.
Today I am in a rush, and feel a bit hassled. One of those days when you feel stressed for no reason whatsoever. Blame it on the weather, in the great British Tradition.
Today I am having a scruffy day, and probably look like a tramp. it would be just my luck to see the man of my dreams today.

Today's date:18th June, 1998
Hair Day: Good Hair Day
Mood: Started off well, but like all good things, went bad.
Today my Tutor made me cry, which I hate doing. I went to a long study meeting all fired up with enthusiasm for my subject, and he was totally negative about it, and said it couldn't be done, and that I wouldn't be able to do it. He had no faith in either me or my ideas, and I've come to the conclusion that he's a mysoginist. Today was a bad day, because I also owe lots of money. I had a headache all day from crying, and went to bed at 9.

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