  LMAO at how messed up some people are. I mean there are people out there that have bypassed their sanity chip sooo greatly that even I look like a normal, functional human being next to them.
I guess some people think they can do whatever they want then get back up and act like it never happened, then they look around at the people who don't get over it straight away and think it's because they are the ones with the problem...I think you're getting into true pyscho territory when it comes to that. Yay I got petrol, though since you didn't know I needed it I guess that's no great thing at all. Yesterday my fuel light went on, for I think the first time (though probably not) on my back from work, so I got up with Paul this morning at 5.45am (that's actually a lie in for him!!
) and trotted off to Tesco to get petrol. There's a surprisingly large amount of people around at that time in the morning...freaks. AND I have my final (until my resits) exam today, which is good, but it also means that I wont get to see my college people as much now, which makes me sad.
I'm going to miss them, but like I said the other day (maybe in my other blog??? ) that when you move on from people it's kind of not the way you expect it to be. Like you think it'll be all painful and that things wont be the same with someone in your life, but it's not like that at all when it comes down to it. I hate that about life. I mean, I'm the last person who wants to be in pain, I have a very low pain threshold, but maybe it'd be more respectful to at least feel something more than just one day realising you haven't seen the person for a while. LMAO yesterday I was so weepy. My beloved was home when i got home and things were good, we cuddled lots, but sometimes he can be insensitive about stuff. I mean he's being funny, and if it wasn't for the bag of hormones that just freaks out on itself once a month, i'd laugh, but then he'll say things at the wrong time and it's like my mind gets laughing and crying mixed up...i swear women are messed up when it comes to the pmt thing.
And I don't get the women who take offence when a man suggests that perhaps the fact she's screaming like a banchee at him because he forgot it was their 250day anniversary (or other such drivel) has something to do with PMT. I'll greatly take that explanation rather than having people think that this is how I behave normally. Why anyone would have to discount a legitimate excuse to do anything we want for a few days a month is beyond me.
Perhaps PMT is simply a way to make men suffer for the fact we have to run around after them so much, and for that I guess we can't complain too much. K i'm going to take a long bubble bath and read my notes. Have a great day!!!! :D xx 
