Tomorrow I have a date with my The Man Who Provides My Internet.
Will I ever get to date normal people? I've had the McDonald's Manager, The Punk-Rocker/Teacher, The One on Anti-Depressants and a Farmer.

This is my new fave. Only I could pull the man who fixes my internet.

Two years ago, Darlington McDonald's took everything from me.
It took my virginity
It took my dignity
It took my integrity
and it took my ability

To find another job. This afternoon I am heading to Hillsborough for my "Welcome Meeting" at Sheffield McDonald's. My mother said to me, "You'll end up manager there one day." 

I think she is right. Goodbye hopes and dreams. Hello Big Mac and fries.

I have a list of estate agents and numbers to ring a mile long.

I'mma be living in my own place. I like my student halls, but, you know, renting your own flat is a bit cooler.


I'M AN ADULT NOW.

Today, I woke up with the intention of being a "strong independent woman who don't need no man"

it's worked all day. Until one of his songs came on my iPod.

"MY EX BOYFRIEND" SOUNDS SO WRONG.
Srsly tho, going back to him would be the worst thing I could do. For either of us.
He's emotionally damaged. I have a lot of emotional baggage. It doesn't work.

Prayin' to God that he's not out on Friday, cos I'll go home with him,
Unless I find that boy who gave me that GLORIOUS spoon. Or that guy who's 5"2 and works at McD's who I fancy for some reason.

What kind of guy gives a girl the best SPOON of her life, and doesn't text her back?

On Wednesday 30th May, my life changed forever.

But let's rewind a little bit. On the Tuesday, me and Louise started on our quest to London.
We arrived just before 3 six long hours after leaving Darlington's tiny coach stop. Nothing like the whopper in London - I seen airports like that bro.

Saw some exciting things in London

(well, I don't know who lives here, but I heard she's a proper GILF)

ANYWAY. WEDNESDAY
7 hours we waited in England's unpredictable weather. Blazing hot, then pissing down. Met some awesome other SCREW fans. And some not so awesome queue jumpers.
Call me captain obvious - but there are some elitist Jrock motherfuckers.
The Street Team were awesome. They brought this:

"To Byou. Screw me. Luv Paige xox" 
(yes that 'little boy' is infact me.)

It was worth the wait. Since Rui made an appearance.

"HE'S WEARING A TON OF FOUNDATION"

SCREW put on an awesome show, playing stuff like "Cursed Hurricane", "Kairos" and everyone's favourite "Gather Roses"
I was second row, slap bang in front of Rui & Manabu..who engaged in a sneaky peck later that night.
Byou took his shirt off and rubbed his genitals. Standard behaviour. 

TL:DR
IT WAS GUD.

Tomorrow I'm off to London (aaaah) because, on Wednesday I will be attending SCREW's first London gig (GAAAAAAAAH)
So yeah, I have a nice 6 hour bus journey to look forward to x.x



This is what I was planning, but weather England's freakish heat-wave will allow it remains to be seen.
I even had a hair cut.

Lookin' more & more like a bloke everyday.

MY UNINTERESTING "HAIR STYLE TRANSFORMATION"
This one was February                      and this one was last Thursday.

I am out on Friday.
I am going to be incredibly drunk, as I have not had a girly night out this month.

My ex boyfriend is going to be out on Friday.
Our relationship did not end well.

On a scale of 1 to Titanic, how much shit is going to go down?