Just Today.

I woke up, in bed alone. unusual. i haven't been sleeping well. waking up at all hours of the night. i must have finally drifted off allowing him to quietly climb out of bed and go for his morning shower before work. Loki was asleep next to me. this too is unusual recently as he is favouring tom and much rather scratch the shit out of me for no foreseeable reason. i woke up again when he walked back in the room. i don't remember much i was exhausted from waking up in pain in the night. he went to work.
i tried to go back to sleep and failed.
i must have lay there in the half asleep half awake phase for at least an hour before brad came noisily barging in whilst on the phone to tom. i was more annoyed that he hadn't knocked the door than the fact that he clearly wasn't bothered by how loud he was being. i could have been naked or anything >=[
he left. i heard radburn get up. i hadn't even heard him come home last night after his day or two at Laura's. i think i had noticed that his door was shut when i got up in the night.
i heard radburn and brad talking in radburns room before radburn shouted good morning to me. we exchanged how are yous and asked him where he had been and when he said around i suggested he had been at Laura's. I'm glad they are getting along again if nothing else. i lay in bed for a bit doing some sketches of Alice in wonderland.
i heard brad leave the house so i got up, had a smoke with radburn and watched a TV show about zombies. after, i fed Loki and myself then went to get dressed. when i came back downstairs brad was back and him and radburn were arguing about who was going to play on the PC. brad argued that it was his PC and his games and radburn argued that it was his house and his electricity. radburn won of course. i left them to it and went to catch the bus. just as i got to the bottom of the street the number ten drove past. my heart sank as i thought about all the times i had been at the bus stop on time and the bus had been very overdue. so i would most likely have a long wait for the next one. just a bit of luck as i got to the bus stop another number ten turned the corner and it was empty. i do love an empty bus. no screaming babies, no chavs with their loud music, no Indians sitting next to you who smell very curry like. no drunks shouting obscene comments about cats. i went up to the top of the bus as usual, to my dismay there were three school kids. two lads at the back of the bus, playing music and talking in poor slang in an attempt to be cool. and the third was an uncomfortable looking girl, a little chubby, sat right at the front, in the same uniform as the two boys. i would have guessed these kids to be 13 at most. i sat staring out the fogged up window, doing everything i could to block out the two boys who were pretty much shouting. eventually i clocked on to them shouting what i thought i heard was "Leanne....LEANNE!!!" i refused to turn around even though somewhere in the back of my head i was wondering how they must have known me. they kept shouting and i kept ignoring them, eventually i heard one of the boys say, "hey Leanne, nice treads" and snigger. so i turned around to look at them, they both went quiet. i didn't recognise either of the two boys, so puzzled i turned again to face the front. they carried on chatting away and i carried on blocking them out, staring out the window into the drizzly and gloomy world of Coventry city center which i would soon have to be walking through. next thing i knew i was hearing my name again, but the boys where shouting "bye Leanne" and some generally cheeky and rude comments. i looked up to see the little girl getting ready to walk down the stairs and as she went she stuck her middle finger up at the two boys. that must have been Leanne. i got off the bus, walked to the train station. everyone i walked past looked intimidating. one man was giving me unnecessarily long eye contact as i approached him. he looked like a hit man from a movie. intimidating yet good looking. someone you wouldn't mind being held hostage by. then again i always thought i would be the type to have Stockholm syndrome. i did one of those awkward little dances with another man. you know the ones you do when your approaching someone and they are dead in front of you and you don't know whether to go left around them or right, and they do the same. and all that can be said is "sorry" followed by an awkward snigger. well this happened. only after he decided to walk around me from my right, he stuck out his arm on the opposite side so that i was to walk into it. i had to stop in my tracks or get clothes lined (i think that's the phrase) by a total stranger!!! Prick.
i got to the station, had to buy a train ticket for once as there were people stood checking. i got my ticket, went outside for a smoke, but really didn't enjoy it so only had half. (this has been happening alot recently which is also very odd for me. i cant decide whether my body is telling me i need to quit smoking, or whether i just don't like sterling as much as Richmond's)
i noticed the woman checking tickets at the barrier bitching about the general public. i wondered how she got that job and why. i caught my train in good time and found a seat opposite a good looking couple. i thought they must be students. they had the studenty look about them. clean cut and intelligent looking. they were messing around with their empty coffee cardboard cups. i got quite interested in watching them for some reason. i do this alot on trains. a couple of days before i was sat listening to some Indian students talking about marriage and equalities. i noticed the girl had henna on her left hand. this stood out to me because i had noticed another woman in town with henna on her hand too, and there was also another woman in the train sat a few seats back with henna on her left hand. i wondered what was going on in their culture and got quite a jealous feeling that i wanted to be part of something and have henna on my hand too. anyway i digressed.
The two good looking students were making each other roses. well the girl was trying and the boy was succeeding. he never stopped smiling. i think any man in the world who was sat with a woman as beautiful as the one he was sat with would have a permanent smile too.
i went home. from here on out it just gets even more dull.
so dull i don't even remember any tiny stupid details on anything. my mother was waiting in the car for me at the train station when i arrived. i got in. we drove half way home when we caught up with my sisters school bus, so we parked up and waited for her to get dropped off. she got in the car, we drove home. i ate some chicken tikka which was lush. then i went to work. nothing interesting at all happened. geeky tattoo man didn't come in. me and Vikki just got on with work and didn't really laugh about much. the only half entertaining thing that happened was - i made Karl's dinner and left it where everyone collects their food. where he always collects his food. and when he came to get it, it was gone. we all looked shocked and Karl stormed off and came back saying he thought someone was eating his meal. i told him to go get it, how dare they take what was rightfully his, and without paying. i was most gutted that i had made it look pretty decent even after burning the toast. we were all shocked that someone had taken his meal so i set about putting more bacon on to do him another, when ray came out just as Karl was walking away and shouted him to come back, after which he reached up on top of the water boiler and covered in tin foil - was Karl's dinner. everyone was pretty much pissing themselves. which goes to show how boring our kitchen is.
that was it. a plain boring shift. i went home. had an interesting video chat with my ex over msn. i do miss him alot. started downloading some more music and that was that, which brings me up to now. and now i have eaten my sandwich, written this rubbish long blog of drivel, i am going to attempt to play some xbox, possibly read some of the Alice in wonderland book that my grandad lent me ages ago, and try to get some half decent sleep.

sorry again blogger for unleashing the boredom that is my life upon you again.
goodnight.