Backbone.

I hate people with no backbone. Okay, perhaps hate is a strong word. How about intensely dislike.
People who spend their lives trying to please others and don't stand up for themselves. There's nothing wrong with saying no, there's nothing wrong with telling someone you don't like them. You can't spare everyone's feelings all the bloody time. And in the meantime, you trample over your supposed friends in a effort to make sure everyone is included. These sort of people annoy and I'm am amazed how I end up friends with people like this. I have a select few people who I talk to and confide in. How up my own arse do I sound there. Seriously. I received head wrecking news yesterday and the situation is outside my control. This friend has made the descision and is hoping everyone will just deal with it. I am not one for holding grudges, I am all for live and let live. But the situation that I am expected to take part it is just beyond a joke. End result, I don't go. Power goes back to the bitch that made my life hell 2 years ago and I miss out on something I really wanted to do, for the alledged mate. I was furious yesterday, now I'm just hurt. I suppose you expect the same principles you hold dear to be present in people you chose to associate with.
And how cryptic was that paragraph ;)

The kid had irish yesterday, she did okay she thinks. Apart from the fact that the questions were phrased differently. She has 2 exams left and then she's free. Art today, pratical first and then history. She's fairly condifenct about it. Impression and the Renaissance, all bread and butter stuff to her. She's arguing with the boyf again. She finishes tomorrow and really wants him to come up and see her. He says he has no money. Naturally she is upset. For once I agree with her being annoyed with the boyf. I think she might want to go out for dinner to mark the occasion. Dinner with her is great. She eats minute amounts of everything. Mostly salad. Although the pasta in Bottecellis.

We haven't mentioned summer work. I think we'll wait for a few weeks, let her catch her breath.

Yesterday I had one of those moments. I was in Tower records, purchasing headphones and this woman walked past me and towards the toliet and for a split second I thought it was Mam. She looked exactly like her. The same hair, walk, handbag. Everything. I refrained from following
her home. Another restraining order on top of the one the last time I followed someone home wouldn't look good. I'm really miss her lately. Perhaps because I want to talk to her. She knew me better then anyone and was always able to come up with answers. I'm not going to end this entry on a sad note, there's been quite enough of that thank you.

We're coming up to a bank holiday! Yay! And sunshine. And tall ships and sailors. I hope there'll be sailors. Otherwise, I'll ask for my money back.