Thursday, September 10, 2009

Loner...

In Essex, girls hang around in packs, like wolves. These packs rarely integrate with other packs, and if they do it's usually with an 'oh my god babe, i love your hair' followed afterwards by a 'ergh, did you see her disgusting hair?'

There's a word for what they call this and i think it's something like BITCH.

So now in NZ, without my pack, i'm a lone wolf, and a little bit lost. How does one make friends? How does one get ready for a night out without the opinions of at least 3 others? Does one just walk up to random strangers and say 'oh my god babe, i love your hair?'

I feel like one of those really unpopular people at school that had no friends and sat in the corner of the common room reading Jane Eyre and eating jam sandwiches.

I've taken my first lone wolf leap and signed up for a ballet class this Monday. Will i make any friends? Watch this space...

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