Men are Shit.

Ok, so I got through Single Awareness Day relatively unscathed. Sure, I couldn't walk in a straight line through the streets of Belfast without being mowed down by couples holding hands and gazing bokesomely into each other's eyes, blissfully unaware of the world around them, but right now it's other events that are 'grinding my gears' (I love Ireland). Like, guys who are such fannies they can't even grant you a proper conversation after a lot of anticipation. Or guys who are just so damn attractive that you can't help but want them, even when nobody else shares your sentiments and yet he still doesn't appear to return your feelings.

I'd like to point out that not all of the above applies to me, but really, that is beside the point. From now on he will be known as He and I will be making a concentrated effort not to mention him in every post. Honestly, it's ridiculous. I didn't realise how bad it was until I got here and realised that I wanted to be back in Scotland on the off-chance I might see him.

It sickens me.

Well, I'm heading home tomorrow and quite frankly, I don't want to. And yet, I do. And I know why. Urgh. Someone slap me, please.

single pringle

Ok, so it only just dawned on me today that I'm going to be single for Valentine's Day. Again. Yes, I know, how slow am I? But really, there comes a point where the whole mushy couple thing gets to be too much so you just tune it out (I passed that point about six months ago lol). Actually, come to think of it, I think the last valentine's card I received was about ten years ago, from a boy with a lisp and a tragic bowl cut. So you see my life is just fraught with romance.

So, this year I fully intend to have an ANTI-valentines day with my cousin. There will be no fluffy romantic things allowed within ten feet of us, and only singletons are allowed to join in. Hmm. sounds good.

However, any lovely Irish lads that are interested, my plans can change ;)