If you didn’t want to be my friend at school, then why in the name of all that is logical would you want to be my friend now!? There are people adding me who I know for a fact actively disliked me at school! Not that I did anything wrong; just a clash of opinions you understand…
Also, it seems I am the only person who went to Red House who hated it and doesn’t have fond memories… I know that reminiscing always happens through rose tinted glasses (not literally. Like if everyone had a pair of rose tinted glasses and had to wear them before remembering things fondly.) but still. Nearly every teacher there treated us all like 5 year olds up until we left and if you weren’t either massively academic or really sporty you were shit.
Rant over. I do have nice memories of all my friends of course, and Facebook has helped me get in touch with some who I lost touch with through being a bit rubbish. So that’s good.
The other problem with Facebook is that I’m a very nosy person so it’s really addictive.
The nice man from Tesco brought me some food today so I can eat again! Hurrah! I managed to order nothing unhealthy apart from crisps. I always do that and then wish I’d at least bought some Rich Tea biscuits or something… Plus, I keep remembering things I should have ordered. Like Ryvita.
Today I watched ‘half ton hospital’ with Jeremy Kyle. It was about a hospital in NYC which specialises in making fat people thin again. Or something. And when I say fat, I mean FAT. As in 55 stone. That’s more than 5 1/2 of me. There was one man who ate 15,000 calories a day. Good lord!
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