Caerdydd (Cardiff) at the Fathers house.

I'm here in Cardiff and after only an hour of arriving my Dad has insinuated that I am fat, told me my CV was shit and laughed at my music. Nice to see nothing's changed since I last saw the man.
But as I've mentioned before, I'm not exactly a Daddy's girl.

I'm excited to be here however, because lots of my friends from home went to uni here and I now get to see them.
I'm looking forward to seeing an old friend too, Joey. He sort of adopted me when my Dad first moved to the area and has always been genuine and kind. He's one of the people who still sees me as one of the lads and he always looks after me. I haven't seen him for so long and I'm really looking forward a bit of banter.

Things to do whilst I'm in Cardiff:

1) visit Hobo's. the best vintage shop I've ever been in.
2) See Snakey and co.
3) CARNAGE.
4) Post CV's for work experience.
5) Visit the grandparents.
6) Continue to run, despite hating it without Butterfly.
7) DONT FAIL MY LIFE (revise)

I think this is all achievable if I put my mind to it. Revision really is a chore when you aren't in a working atmosphere, especially with my little brother, Joe running about acting as a welcome distraction from boring grown up things.

Camping is all sorted for the 22nd and I'm really up for it. I've always loved camping and the whole roughing it experience. Swim in the lake and bbq food is exactly what I want.
The only thing I'm a little apprehensive about is the company. Hannah and Owen I'll be fine with, but the rest of the 'crew' aren't my usual peers. I'm sure they are really lovely people, it's just making a bad impression in the middle of the forest with no signal may end in me floating face down in the river. Fingers crossed for me yeh?

I am desperately trying to get into shape for the summer but my weight is fluctuating in an irritating way as usual. Some days I'm 8.2others I'm 8.10, not something I appreciate. I mean how can one put on 8lbs in a matter of days?
I really hate feeling all squidgy and whalelike,I hate that some people have amazing metabolisms and treat their body like its a bin. I hate that alcohol is the worst for putting on weight. I hate that ice cream tastes so good. I hate that boys are in the main completely unnacfected by the troubles of weightloss.

Rant over.

This is a shit post but I don't care, about 3 people read my blog anyway so I'll only be wasting 3 people's time.

I'm going to dye my hair, it's been seven shades of shit for a while now as I've been trying to get the different dyes out through various methods but it has got to the point where I actually look like a witch. Game over Head and Shoulders, you're shit.
I will be dying it a sufficiently boring version of brown to try and even it all out ready for summer.

Owen keeps talking about travelling, which I am absolutely gagging to do and it's making me almost want to fail so I have an excuse to go. Talking about places like the Congo,the Amazon and Bali is really making me restless.

Enough for now Hwyl Fawr!

JoJo xx

I wrote this post listening to : Fat Freddy's Drop and Natty.