It turns out that I am actually a celebrity. No, not an LSE celebrity, silly. A proper celebrity. As in, my visage was in an exhibition. People looked and me and thought... well, I don't know. But anyway. I only found by chance - I was wasting time on facebook, as per my usual day, and I came across this girl I used to go to music college with, who I haven't seen in about five years. Then yesterday she sent me a message and told me that she'd seen my photo in a Paul Sutton exhibition. Which must have been funny - if I went to an exhibition and saw a photo of someone I knew I'd be running around going "omg omg omg!" Much googling later, and I found a video montage of the exhibition on youtube. Check this out (can you spot me?):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPRqhBfQZXo
Let me set the scene:
I am 18 and work as a teacher
I accidentally dyed my hair blue
I live in a building with 40 Mexican teenagers who I am meant to be responsible for
I spend most nights at my boyfriends, drinking gin
The little boy on my back is called Roberto
The Mexicans and I are on a day out
Roberto is 13 and wants to be my brother
He has competition from another 13 year old called Fernando
This weekend passed in a whirl of food and books and fireworks and newspapers and mini-rolls. On Saturday my friends parents took me out for dinner. Yesterday I went to the Thames Festival and saw, amongst other things, Terri Walker, a carnival procession, and some fireworks. I agreed to go to a Tudor installation at the Tate. Someone who I didn't think wanted to be my friend anymore was incredibly nice to me and said such lovely things. I did lots of civilised things and tried on a mens jacket that I now really really love. Which goes against all fanciful ideas of dressing more like a) a girl, and b) an adult.
I have two days left at work and I have been told that I will be missed. I think I might miss the place.
There is lots of good news but overshadowing it is the rather shocking news that my ex is coming back to the country on Wednesday. Yep. You better watch out for that phone ringing. But look at me being bothered??
Things are good at the moment.
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Hattie! Mail me that temping agency at
m.p.withey@lse.ac.uk
Right - done it!! Check your email xx
allo sweets!
Thats a really cool pic of you.
Are we still up for Hadouken joy on thursday? And whuuuh on the country ex dealio? Which one? Skirt man?
See you soon x
Babes, why don't you answer your texts or myspace? I thought you had forgotten about me!
Yes to hadouken. Yes skirt ex. Yes coming back to the UK. No to witty things that I have thought to say when he calls. Yes to mild panic. Yes to new plan of not giving a shit and being super blase. FTS, it's not going to work.
Reply to your myspace and I'll call you tonight - I have news galore!
I love the arse off you! xxx
babycakes.
did you save me a flapjack.
did you win my award.
You never know, things might be okay with skirt man now. Except he was a meanie to you so if he still
bothers you any, ill throw yoghurt coated banana chips at him. where has he been anyway? Does he have a wife call skipinder? Shall we phone her and say we're calling from the benefits office to end her payments.
i cant wait for hadoooou-ken.
this is all rather exciting isnt it, hal.
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