Well it didn't snow, we had a flurry yesterday but it was nothing spectacular and didn't even settle.
I've had my hair dyed to my winter coat a lovely colour called 'bitter chocolate.' It's beautiful and makes my hair look amazingly shiny, I feel like Betty Page! Suddenly I'm being inundated with compliments about my appearance, who'd have thought that a simple dye job could have that much effect. I've also decided my outfit for my b/f Christmas party, one to really shock the girls on his team.
See the problem is all the girls in his team are bitches. Actually let me correct that, they are loving, dedicated, swooning, attentive girl to men to women they are bitches. strangely enough I don't have time for girls like that, life's hard enough without contending with women who hate you simply because you are like them. It's like watching a tank of Japanese fighting fish; lovely and elegant swooping gracefully around there surroundings until they spot a rival and then the grace and elegance is gone, the claws are out and it's show time.
The problem is I remember these girls from my school days, sure they aren't the same girls who tried to belittle me back then the names are different and so are the faces but deep down it's the same putrid soul. The problem I have is that I don't fit, I don't wear fashionable clothes or fashionable shoes or anything, if you saw me walk down the street you'd probably call me a Goth (but I don't believe in labelling by such generic terms.) So what happens to me is worse then them fighting between themselves, they all pick on me. The tragic thing is they still think they are in school and that I'll cry and run home, they don't realise how pathetic they all look in their 'genuine imitation Gucci dress' and their 'genuine Diamante necklace' all wearing the same only in a different colour sipping there bubbly out of a bottle with a straw and tottering over to someone who 'looks like he's got a bit of cash to throw around.' I kid you not people, these are the girls who somehow stagger into your birthday celebrations eat the food, grab a bottle of Bubbly kiss your bloke and drag themselves out again.
So hopefully my dreams of snow will come true at some point this week or I won't be happy.