Scale her Glow

Grace Showell, 22 years-old and hating the ageing process. I study Education at Wolverhampton University and I live the somewhat life o' Reiley at home, with my parents and pet rabbits. My Flickr page pretty much speaks for me, although I do try to submit one or two journal entries, once in a while.

24 September, 2007

Rough month; things must improve

My dad has bought his sister's share of my Grandma's old house. He plans to rent it out and set up a little pension for himself and his wife. He's bought the house two-doors-down, too. I was shocked to hear this: we've never had bucket loads of money to splurge on property that MIGHT be an earner within the next ten years. He says, "everything is under control", though.

I went to Plymouth to see Ritchie. It was brilliant. Aside from the big ugly dispute mid-week, things are now better than they were and we have both come to realise how each other has changed so much over the past five years or-so. We exchanged goodbyes yesterday morning before lunch, during lunch, on the walk back to his flat, in the afternoon in his room and on the bus concourse five minutes before I left for Birmingham - home. I'm gutted.

I think this is what being lovesick is like.

I came home to find that my dad has well and truly pimped my ride. Since I bought my new car a few weeks ago father, bless him (I HATE that phrase, I know), has taken it upon himself to soup things up a bit. Alright, it's a fucking awesome car and I want to do all I can to show it off to the world, I just want to be included in it a bit is all!
So far we have a new chrome fuel door, chrome cigarette-lighter and matching gear stick knob, silver alloy wheels with blue 'gems' in the middle, chrome electric mirrors and, very soon, it's own little Jolly Roger.
I should upload some photos, although I have always said in the past that only silly boys do that sort of thing. Oh well.

Anyway, I'm back home now. As soon as I got in last night my MacbookPro wouldn't switch on. I was too tired to complain so I slept on it (yes, literally, idiot) and this morning everything is fine. I guess the the poor thing was just hibernating after I'd left it for a whole seven days. Sorry about that, Mac.


I'm going to go see Jamie as soon as my hair is tamed, he and kate moved in a few days ago, I'm excited for them and want to nose about in their new house.

Cheer yourself up,



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